|Birthplace||Collinsport, Maine, Earth|
Ensign 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: Ensign
- Race: Terran
- Date of Birth: 236310.31
- Place of Birth: Collinsport, Maine, Earth
- Gender: Male
- Telepathic Status: n/a (for the moment but something is stirring in his mind)
- Height: 6'1"
- Weight: 190lbs.
- Hair: Strawberry 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).
Quentin has now met all of his crew members and has found a respectable rapport with them all (despite his embarrassing mix up with the Captain on his first day on board).
So far however he has bonded a bit closer with LT. Commander Shar'Wyn Foster as they are both from New England and Lieutenant JG Kayla Drex over a shared enthusiasm for Starfleet and being a Science Officer.
- Spouse: n/a
- Children: n/a
- Father: Quentin Collins, Jr.
- Mother: Professor Angelique Bouchard-Collins
- Siblings Sara (30) and David (28)
The eldest son of the Collins dynasty, Quentin was born into a strange, insular community. Born and 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 grew. 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.
During his year at terrestrial college, in between papers and homework, Quentin found himself drawn to nautical adventure fiction, like the Jack Aubrey books from author Patrick O'Brien and Forester's Horatio Hornblower. Fancying himself a sort of swashbuckling figure, he devoured the books and took about collecting them wherever he could, amassing a small collection of his favorites he will surely have in his quarters.
He also found himself drawn to pulp fiction and horror, which gave him more insights into his mother's world, but at a safer, more accessible distance as a lark. He never really played sports but does fancy pub games on occasion. He also harbors a healthy love and respect for Earth's electronic music movement of the 1970s through the mid 2000s. He will often be found relaxing with a data strip of his own design containing his "collection" of songs and headphones (usually with a book or PADD recreation of a comic book). He also is known to enjoy theatre of all species and cultures, the works of Michael Moorcock, and an ancient television show The Prisoner, which he is working on a holodeck recreation of it's main set to enjoy on his time off.
|Cadet First Class||239512||Graduated Starfleet Academy||Science|
|Ensign||239512.11 - Present||USS Eagle||Science Officer|
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