|Birthplace||Collinsport, Maine, Earth|
Lieutenant Junior Grade Quentin Collins, III is a Terran male currently serving as a Science Officer aboard the USS Eagle. Though somewhat odd and uncomfortably verbose, he has a strong sense of duty and loves life aboard a ship, terrestrial or otherwise.
- Full Name: Quentin Jamison Collins III
- Current Rank: Lieutenant JG
- Race: Terran
- Date of Birth: 236310.31
- Place of Birth: Collinsport, Maine, Earth
- Gender: Male
- Orientation: Omnisexual/Xenosexual
- Telepathic Status: Low. Here recently, his mind started to produce a high level of Delta Waves even in a waking state. Time will tell how he can turn this toward something useful in his career and everyday life.
- Height: 6'1"
- Weight: 190lbs.
- Hair: Blonde
- Eyes: Green
- Quarters: U.S.S EAGLE - Deck 3, room 332
- Build: Almost hilariously lanky. He has strength in his arms and legs due to his time at sea, but they are trapped in a scarecrow like frame.
- Style of Dress: On duty, Quentin likes to keep his uniform in pristine condition. Though he sometimes will fiddle with it when he becomes nervous. Off duty, sometimes he will just undo the jacket of his uniform and various other relaxed variants of his uniform. When he changes however he prefers larger knit sweaters, khakis, comfortable boots, and oxford shirts. An almost utilitarian view on comfort.
- Glasses: On occasion Quentin makes use of a pair of chunky black glasses which he uses to sharpen his vision and take in fine detailing as his eyes are good at a distance, but slightly fail at closer ranges. Think the glasses that young Michael Caine would wear. This is also to somewhat circumvent him having to undergo eye surgery (which he is deathly afraid of).
|Father. CEO of Collins Cannery and former Captain of the Collins' fishing fleet.||A born fisherman and formerly infamous playboy. Quentin Jr. came back to Collinsport, shortly after the death of his father and made a life and family in the town that bares his surname.|
|Mother. Tenured Professor and Chair of the Parapsychology Department at Salem University, Bangor, Maine||A self-professed "seeker of truth", Angelique once came to Collinsport in search of power. Instead she found love and a home where he had none, leading to her life as an academic and mother.|
|Sister. Practicing Lawyer.||The middle child of the current Collins dynasty. Imbued with the work ethic of her father and thirst for knowledge of her mother. She entered law school shortly after Quentin shipped out to Starfleet Academy. Afterward she set up a practice in Collinsport, despite promising Quentin she would escape the orbit of their strange hometown.|
|Brother. Currently a medical intern at Collinsport General Hospital||The youngest of Quentin's siblings and something of a roustabout. Though he, like Quentin, struggles with their namesake, he is trying his best, having just recently graduated medical school and starting his internship under Dr. Hill in Collinsport.|
|Friend and fellow New Englander||Quentin wasn't sure he would meet anyone from his neck of the woods all the way out in the Wilds, but that's what make his connection with Dr. Foster all the sweeter. During a routine check-up, the two bonded over their shared background and found a fun, playful dynamic with one another. Here recently, Dr. Foster performed emergency surgery on his friend, saving his life from an attack by the Cam'Roon boarding party.|
|Friend and fellow "Blueshirt"||One of the first connections Quentin made on ship and one that has proven to be the strongest. Both bonded quickly over a shared love of Sciences and being Starfleet officers. Their relationship then deepened before an Awards Ceremony where Kayla helped Quentin with a make over of sorts, resulting in his new look and nickname; "Quentin 2.0". During a recent spacewalk as well, Quentin sacrificed life and limb in order to keep her safe, demonstrating just how deep their connection has grown. She then responded in kind by later keeping him stable after it was discovered Quentin was stabbed on mission. These two have grown into quite the pair.|
|Drunken "Confidant" and possible new friend||Slightly nervous before an Awards Ceremony, Quentin had a few. And then he ended up having a few more with Eagle XO Randal Shayne. The two then started to bond a bit with Quentin divulging his odd upbringing and Randal his genuine love of ship mechanics. Here recently the two shared another drink while Randal repaired Quentin's prized personal tricorder "Skeets". The men then continued to deepen their bond, discussing interpersonal feelings and Quentin letting his guard down once again with the superior officer, revealing more about his Academy years and allowing himself to be vulnerable in his company. Quentin is now honored and privileged to call Shayne his friend.|
The eldest son of the Collins dynasty, Quentin was born into a strange, insular community. Raised in a town started by his family all the way back in the 1800s, on the back of a mighty fishing fleet, Quentin was the heir to their fortune but quickly grew to resent his station the more he aged. But early on, he found himself fascinated by the stories and legends surrounding his hometown, which his mother Angelique encouraged. Stories of ghosts and legends that stalked the woods, mountains, and seas around Collinsport. He immersed himself in them as a young child, which fostered a great love of reading that extended into his schooling.
Though the children of his hometown were very cruel, never letting him forget his legacy as a Collins. They took to calling him "Creepy Collins" due to his curiosity and somewhat unorthodox way of carrying himself at an early age. This nickname would follow him into Starfleet Academy, but it never once dampened his love of learning nor his drive to solve what he took to calling the "riddles of the earth".
Quentin had a rocky, but substantial schooling in his home town, graduation Collinsport High with honors and intentions to join Starfleet soon after. But his domineering mother had other plans for him. Having gained somewhat of a reputation through the state's academic community as an authority on the occult and spiritualism, she wished for her eldest to set the example for his siblings, Sara and David and follow in her footsteps. But terrestrial knowledge wasn't enough for Quentin and more so he wished to escape the town that bore his name in order to make a life for himself beyond Maine. Eventually his mother wore him down and he attended the college of her matriculation Salem State University in Salem, Massachusetts, earning a degree in Parapsychology with a minor in Anthropology, which pleased his mother who wanted him to take a more "Traditional Route".
Though he enjoyed the research and the rigors of student life, he was still unfulfilled and struck a deal with his parents. If he could work one full year at sea, he would be allowed to join Starfleet and finally answer the call of the stars. They relented and Quentin was elated. Working as a deck hand on one of his family's fishing boats (The Josette), he found himself at sea, as it ignited a whole new love and respect for service and travel. He also saw something at sea that further fueled his need to understand the unknown and to to experience it any way he could and he knew the best place for that would be in space.
Soon after his year at sea was up, he joined the Academy and though it was precisely where he wanted to be, it was still a difficult road for him. He was quite a bit older than the rest of his class and his unorthodox style of problem solving resurrected his nickname and he found himself the target of a certain amount of bullying. But all the same he carried on, hardened by his hometown and the sea, to forge himself into a capable Science Officer with a focus on Xenology (with special classes in alien folklore and myths) and furthering his studies in Anthropology, building on his minor in college with a broader scope of cultures, species, and empires. He also took very well to his basic level flying classes, but never pursued a track as a Pilot. He attributed it to his time on Earth's oceans, telling instructors that he would rather "scan than sail, but a good deck hand should always be well rounded."
After graduating and completing his cadet cruise, Quentin has now joined the crew of the U.S.S. Eagle, aiming to forward his research and contribute to his post in any way he can.
Quentin is a bit of a space case, but he is truly happy to be serving on a ship again. He is focused, inquisitive, and loves to talk out problems with either a team or just to the air around him if no one is around. As a child he never really learned the proper way to make friends, so he is very earnest and open with most people, usually in the form of warmth or humor, but he knows how to read a room when it comes to the way he comes across (most of the time). He is very respectful of superiors and the structure of rank, but will often go out of his way to try to ingratiate himself to fellow crew members. Not in a sycophantic way, but in a way that could possibly boost morale or the general working attitude of the ship, which is something he learned was very important during his year at sea.
Though he is known to go through sort of Bryonic turns of melancholy at times should he not feel like he is contributing, he is usually a good natured man who is trying his best to learn and be of use of his ship, his crew, and the universe overall.
*The works of Patrick O'Brien and C.S. Forrester
*Electronic Music of the 19th Century (in particular bands like King Crimson, YES, and Devo)
'*Ancient terrestrial filmed photoplays
- (AKA: "tv shows" and "movies". Specifically too many to name. Examples include "The Prisoner", Akira Kurasawa's
7 Samurai, and something called the Playhouse 90 for Air.)'
*Collecting out dated media.
- SKEETS: Quentin's personal modified tricorder. Provided to him during his time at the Academy, Quentin, lacking any real friends during training, took to personifying his tricorder. Named after the robotic sidekick of one of his favorite comic book heroes, this standard issue tricorder is upgraded slightly with a higher scan width/range and internal sensor nodes re-skinned in palladium in order to make it more acute to organics.
- Pen & Paper: An ancient leather bound notebook. Though Quentin isn't adverse to using consoles and PADDs at times he prefers to physically write out ideas and theories in a smallish notebook he keeps on his person at all time (unless it has been stolen by Crewman Tolar, who enjoys giving him a hard time about his tactile obsession). Of note, the ink pen he uses was given to him by his father the day he shipped out to San Francisco.
The Following is Taken from An Average of Several Performance Reviews LT jg. Collins Has Ran on His Current Exploits.
Quentin's career on the Eagle didn't get off to the most auspicious of starts. After reporting to the wrong statuesque Bajoran woman on the Bridge upon his berth, to say he got off on the wrong foot would be an understatement. To make matters worse the Eagle was still wrapping up a fraught first contact with the Mithgiln, natives of the Aavaro Wilds, the Verellians, and the Aggregate, a techno-organic species making their home in the Aavaro Wilds. The latter having introduced a deadly virus into the Mithgiln population in order to grow their ranks.
Soon after Quentin and his fellow crew were tasked with aiding the Cardassian Democratic Union in retrieval of an artifact known as The Heart. After a rocky start to the mission, in which Quentin impeded the treatment of an injured member of the away team (Counselor Hal Mika) due to his incessant curiosity, Quentin himself was injured. He was able to carry on with his duties and complete the mission, living to apologize to his fellow crew. The experience rattled Quentin, reorienting his priorities and sense of self for the betterment of his ship and fellow crew.
The following mission found Collins and his crew facing down a mysterious planet known as The World, populated with a eugenicist focused society known as The People. The People abhorred imperfection, so much so even the slightest fault or imperfection could wipe our their fragile, yet highly attuned biology. Quentin acquitted himself much better during this endeavor. Though certain members of the crew were abducted, Collins worked in tight conjunction with the ship's Chief Science Officer, Kayla Drex, in order to protect the ship, rescue the rest of the crew (including Captain Oddas Aria), and repel an attack by the People's unhinged Minister of Health. Due to his focus on "the problem" and not so much his own intellectual gratification, his actions here were much more productive and altruistic. The officer has often referred to this in logs as "the turn".
Collins and the Eagle then set about testing their brand-new Warp engine, a mighty prototype from the Starfleet Corps of Engineers said to allow them to break the current Warp record at Warp XV. Again working in conjunction with CSO Drex, Quentin readied the ship for data collection at the new speed, attaching sensor pods to the underside of the ship in a spacewalk.
Having paired the sensor pods to the data feeds of the main Bridge Science Station and the "Spyglass" (Quentin's nickname for the Sci-Lab 1 Astrometics array), Quentin took his station, alongside Petty Officers Third and Second Class (respectively) Terumak and Tolar to monitor the surrounding space of the warp corridor while the Eagle underwent testing of the new XV Warp Core*. After achieving the vaulted Warp 11, the ship was suddenly wretched from it's warp corridor, deposited into outside space. The ship was then caught in a powerful magnetized field, thrown off by a free-floating celestial body designate "The Shine". After landing on it's surface, the Science Team quickly sprang to action.
Ordering Tolar and Terumak to prepare a Probe, Quentin held his station, supported by Crewman Jorus. Communications and turbolifts were rendered inoperative during the landing, so Jorus acted as a capable and brave "runner" of sorts between Sci-Lab 1 and the Bridge. After receiving orders to continue monitoring the object, the looming alien ship to their bow, and launching a probe, which detailed a alkaline, ferrotic substance that made up "The Shrine", Quentin and Jorus were then attacked by a boarding party.
Jorus was, unfortunately, stunned in the melee, while Quentin fought them off as long as he could before himself becoming captured. Shortly after he was rescued by LT Commander Irina Pavlova, who then enlisted his help to confine his attackers and transfer them to the ship's Brig. Making the transfer without incident, the Commander then released Quentin to return to his post to continue monitoring. Unbeknownst to both of them, however, was the injury Quentin had sustained, and unknowingly made worse, during the initial melee. It seemed one of the boarders had stabbed Quentin with a sort of tissue bore. When it was discovered, it was transported away to the looming ship above them, for some unknown nefarious purpose no doubt. Though he kept his post, he was quickly rendered unconscious due to blood loss.
He then woke up in Sickbay, having been stabilized by Eagle's holographic crew member Mark Two, and transported quickly after the ship broke back into normal space. Doctor Foster and Mark Two had performed emergency surgery on the officer, patching his wounds and stemming his bleeding. While the mission came to a bloody end for LT jg. Collins, this analysis find his exploits here continuing his upward trend in productive actions. His staying at his post, even after a volley of attacks from an unknown raiding party shows a respect and premium for duty and orders. His willingness to assist LTCMMD. Pavlova shows a flexibility in high-pressure situations and propensity for defending his ship and crew when called upon. The officer's knack for improvisation in problem solving also was featured here, thanks to his use of more low-fi workarounds with CSO Drex.
The officer is now engaging in shore leave on Lightside Station. A shore leave that was torn apart by a series of bombings on several decks. Reports are still incoming at this junction and require deep work to parse through. Analysis ongoing.
- ((see attached for technical specification of S.C.O.E's Project XV))
|Cadet First Class||239512||Graduated Starfleet Academy||Science|
|Ensign||239512.11 - 239605.27||USS Eagle||Science Officer|
|Lieutenant Junior Grade||239605.27-Present||USS Eagle||Science Officer|
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