Granimore Grimring

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Granimore Grimring


  • Gender: Male
  • Position: Security Officer
  • Rank: Ensign
  • Race: Human

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Ensign Granimore Grimring is currently serving as a Security Officer aboard the USS Tiger-A


  • Full name: Granimore Garren Grimring
  • Age: 24 (236608.09)
  • Species: Human
  • Gender: Male
  • Hair color: Sandy Blonde
  • Eye color: Grey
  • Height: 5'10" (Approximately 1.8 meters)


  • Parents: Garth Grimring, Glynnis O'Herlihy
  • Siblings: 1/2 brother, Connor Grimring
  • Spouse: None
  • Children: None


Cadet Grimring was born in the city of Aberdeen, Scotland. His father, Garth, was a professor of archeology at Edinburgh. His mother, Glynnis, worked at the university where his dad taught, that's how they met. She was in accounting or administration, he could never remember which. They dated for a while before marrying. This was his dad's second marriage. His first wife died giving birth to his half-brother, Connor. Grimring never really knew him, as his father remarried later in life, and Connor had already grown up and moved out on his own by the time their dad came to Scotland. That's not to say his mom had Grimring when she was old; she was a few years younger than her husband, about 15 or so. About the time she was due to give birth, Grimring's parents decided to take a long weekend touring the countryside. As they passed through Aberdeen, his mom went into labor and his dad rushed her to the closest hospital. Even though Grimring was born in Aberdeen, he considers Edinburgh his real home. As he grew, he started learning about his father's field of archeology. Grimring remembers the minor relics from some of his father's excavations decorating the house, and from these his father taught him about the history of long-gone civilizations. When he was old enough, Grimring's father let him come along on some of his digs. Grimring would help him out however he could. Not being fully trained, he was relegated to being a gopher, for the most part. Still, it was nice to get to spend some time together. On one such Grimring's dad sent his son to the nearest settlement for supplies. When he arrived, he loaded up the transport and was prepared to return to camp when some of the local thugs jumped him, beat him senseless, stabbed and left him for dead, all for some food and water. Perhaps they thought he had some gold pressed latinum, or something. He awoke in a starbase medical facility. His dad was there, explaining that the injuries were so severe the local medics were unable to help. (Grimring has a nice little scar on his back, it looks like a crescent moon, compliments of his attackers.) . While recovering, Grimring recalled the helplessness he felt at not being able to defend himself, and vowed to never be in such a position again. When he was strong enough, he began learning martial arts, a study that has continued to this day. That was ten years ago that he started down that path. In the meantime, he graduated school and was contemplating his future. University? Work? Starfleet? He goofed off for about year at home, then did the bohemian "backpack around Europe" thing while pondering his options. While he was on that trip he got word his parents had been killed while on a dig in Africa. His mother had decided to go with her husband for her first time, being the gopher that Grimring should have been. She was in the trenches, receiving some instructions from Grimring's dad, when the walls collapsed, killing them both. Grimring saw Connor at the funeral, still more of a stranger than a brother. Grimring suspected that somehow Connor blamed him for their father's death; if Grimring had been there, perhaps, he could have saved their dad. They haven't spoken since. So there he was, 19 years old and orphaned, directionless, guilt-filled (maybe Connor was right), wandering. He spent the days and months after the funeral in a daze, just wondering around Edinburgh, killing time in bars. Then one day he was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey when some Starfleet officers wandered in. He asked them why their uniforms were different colors; one of them, a security officer, began describing the different departments and how they were color coded. Then he talked about working security, defending senior officers on away missions, protecting people who were defenseless, and Grimring saw the similarities between what the officer was describing and what he had been through during his attack. He walked away from that encounter with a new sense of purpose. He looked into Starfleet Academy requirements, spent the next few months studying for the entrance exams, and applied at their next opening. He was admitted, took as many defense and security classes as were offered, and graduated (barely; those science and advanced mathematics classes were hard!) and is awaiting posting to first assignment as a security officer.

NPC Listing     ·     Tiger-A Staff Roster     ·     Crew History
CO: Flt Cpt Sidney Riley   ·   XO: Lt Cmdr Darius Clack
   MSp: Lt Cmdr Ian Lane West
CE:Lt Cmdr Alex Blair  ·  EO: Ens Francis Logan  
EO: Ens Rocko Stevens  
CTO: Lt Brayden Jorey  ·  TO: Ens Samuel Braddock   
CoS: Lt Brayden Jorey   ·   ACoS: Lt JG Chloe Mannin   
Sec: Lt Francis DeMarc
CSO: Lt T'Mihn Ah'mygahn  ·  Sci: Ens Bowrapiquis Jetseen   MO: LtCmdr T'Pen  ·  MO: Lt JG Gabriel Warwick   
Coun: Lt JG Zinna  
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