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[[File: LittleRustyy.jpg|250px|thumb|right|Little Rustyy and Biscuit]]
Rustyy was born in old Grayling, Alaska, a one horse kind of town. The oldest of seven children to Steve and Sabrina Hael, a pre-wedding surprise to the couple. So he was technically at his parent's wedding. He grew up fast and strong despite his size, always being shorter than most of his peers. He fought from an early age, trying to gain ground and respect of the other boys. Later the fighting would change some, and would be in defense of his younger siblings. He had his fair share of broken noses and busted lips, some from fights and others from accidents caused by his own actions.


<br/><br/>Grayling, Alaska was about as backwoods as one could find on Earth. Left in the dark ages it seemed, by the people that continued to live there. They had little desire to change their ways, and the twon resembled as much. The people lived off the barren land, from planting during summer seasons and heavy hunting and fishing when it was managable. Rustyy would spend a good deal of time hunting and fishing, from traveling to Koadiak to shot bears to cutting holes in the ice when the moose stopped coming out or during breeding season.


Rustyy was born in old Alaska in Grayling, a one horse kind of town. In that kind of wilderness you have to be tough or you wouldn't do well. Rustyy was always short for his age, so he grew up fighting. In most cases just for fun, in others it was defending his younger siblings. Rustyy would always get a fair share of broken noses and bloody lips.
<br/><br/>During the winter months, when the sun never shined, Rustyy would find himself gazing up at the stars. In the night sky he could see the constellations as far as the human eye would allow him. He was sure if he ever left home that it would swallow him whole. Because of such a beautiful sight, it almost seemed unreal to him too. And when he couldn't be outside because of the cold or the amount of snow, he spent a good deal of time tinkering with common household items. Sometimes helping - sometimes putting them out of stove top for a day.


<br/><br/>As his sibling grew in number, he regularly was left in charge of babysitting. It made him incredibly good with children, though it could be because he hadn't grown up himself yet. It also made him good at some level of leadership and being in a group.


His sister Vivian was slightly slower than the rest and many of the other kids made fun of her. Rustyy never had a problem with hitting a younger boy. Vivian was Rustyy's favorite sister. Fighting is what got Rustyy into so much trouble. Fearing the influence Rustyy had on his younger sibling, his parents sent him to Starfleet, to make something of himself.
<br/><br/>The fall and spring were the best seasons for Rustyy. It was when the sports were in full swing. Most of which were isolated to the winter wilderness, at least the real stuff. He played and did as much as he could, being a very active young man. Though not fond of running, a lot of what they didn't only require one to move quickly... Not necessarily meaning run. He played ice hockey, not professionally, but for fun on school grounds. The kids played it for sport as much as they did for the freebie chances to get into fights. That's what good hockey was about. Rustyy was around 12, during one game, that had a fight that escalated to all players being involved. In those brief moments of wild limbs and dangerously sharp skates, someone's skate flew through the air making contact across Rustyy's forearm. It would be the only serious injury they had that day. No one having seen so much real blood spilling out of a person. An animal yes, a person... It was a little scary. Rustyy had been mostly unfazed, though more worried about it staining his nice dress pants he was specifically told _not_ to wear. The local doctors patched him up and wrapped his arm in a animal tan to keep the wound from splitting open. It was cheaper than a cast.


<br/><br/> He dog sled, from speed races to endurance races. Starting that from a very young age. They always had litters, upon litters of puppies to be trained for pulling. And those dogs usually ate better than the families that owned them. His favorite dog, however, had been a stray that didn't much belong in the cold. A towering hound dog, warmly named Biscuit who hand taken an instant likely to baby Rustyy.[[File: LittleRustyy.jpg|250px|thumb|right|Little Rustyy and Biscuit]]


When he was about 16 years old Rustyy almost died from hypothermia. He and his younger brother Jackson had gone outside during a blizzard to check out why their mother’s gas stove had stopped working. he had left the younger brother alone for mere seconds to retrieve a part. But when he came back, Jackson was nowhere to be seen. His brother had chased after their sister Vivian, who he later found had fallen through cracked ice. As foolish as it might have been Rustyy plunged in head first after her, sending Jackson to get help. The instant cold sent his systems into shock, but still he fought on. The amount of time that had passed was unmeasurable. But relief warmed Rustyy’s heart went he finally pulled Vivian from the unwelcoming depths. His father arrived just in time to catch Rustyy when he went unconscious. He spent almost 6 weeks in Anchorage’s main hospital after being airlifted from Grayling.
<br/><br/>When it comes to his light heartedness and the ability to be so outgoing, it was obvious it came from Rustyy’s father. A man known for his more outrageous behavior. If it wasn’t for cameras no one would have ever believed the tale of when Steve Hael, Rustyy’s father, and the small group of city councilmen having way too much fun. Every year almost like clockwork, when the sun shined all hours of the day and a great deal of the ice melted off. Folks from neighboring towns would come together for a bit of fun and to celebrate surviving the winter and the wish good luck for the hunting season. There were always much drinking and food, children playing in what snow was left. They all would come to where the ice was broken up to go swimming. Now the men swear that there was no booze involved, and those that knew them might believe them. But the four councilmen came out onto the ice, ballad music playing in the background, in white tutu’s, hand in hand. They proceeded across the ice to the open water and jumped in roughly all together. It was quite a scene for all those present, some even scarred for life. [[File: RustyysDad.jpg|250px|thumb|right|Steve Hael...Rustyy’s Father far left]]


<br/><br/>[[File:HaelFamily.jpg|250px|thumb|Right|Hael Family swimming in the summer]]But not three years early, during the same event, Rustyy had gone out in a blaze as well. With nothing but a pair of old boots and a winter cap. He ran across the ice, fell, and slide all the way to the open water and went in with a splash. It was plain to see that the apple did not fall far from the tree.


Yet still to this day, the cold is his preferred temperature.
<br/><br/>When he was about 16 years old Rustyy almost died from hypothermia. He and his younger brother Jackson had gone outside during a blizzard to check out why their mother’s gas stove had stopped working. he had left the younger brother alone for mere seconds to retrieve a part. But when he came back, Jackson was nowhere to be seen. His brother had chased after their sister Vivian, who he later found had fallen through cracked ice. As foolish as it might have been Rustyy plunged in head first after her, sending Jackson to get help. The instant cold sent his systems into shock, but still he fought on. The amount of time that had passed was unmeasurable. But relief warmed Rustyy’s heart went he finally pulled Vivian from the unwelcoming depths. His father arrived just in time to catch Rustyy when he went unconscious. He spent almost 6 weeks in Anchorage’s main hospital after being airlifted from Grayling.


<br/><br/>Yet still to this day, the cold is his preferred temperature.


His mind wasn't ever focused on popularity... No one could be popular wearing at least five layers of bulky insulated coats. Or wearing lovely red or tan long johns that could be seen when you bent over and your thick layer raised up. Or by wearing heavy boots that took real effort to move and you could only wobble when you walked.
<br/><br/>His mind wasn't ever focused on popularity... No one could be popular wearing at least five layers of bulky insulated coats. Or wearing lovely red or tan long johns that could be seen when you bent over and you're thick layer raised up. Or by wearing heavy boots that took real effort to move and you could only wobble when you walked.
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That, and everyone looked the same. Most people had beards, women included though not at big, filled with crumbs, crusted with dip and booze, and iced over from the howling wind of the day. No one shaved, their natural hair helped to insulate and keep warm.


<br/><br/>[[File:Rustyy Tattoo.jpg|250px|thumb|Right|Rustyy's tattoo]] That, and everyone looked the same. Most people had beards, women included though not at big, filled with crumbs, crusted with dip and booze, and iced over from the howling wind of the day. No one shaved, their natural hair helped to insulate and keep warm.Those without facial hair had to wrap layer upon layer around their head, face and neck to keep as much of the chill off. Leaving only a shadow over their eyes and their button noses an almost silly cherry red.


Those without facial hair had to wrap layer upon layer around their head, face and neck to keep as much of the chill off. Leaving only a shadow over their eyes and their button noses an almost silly cherry red.
<br/><br/>So he never paid much attention to girl either. He figured it wasn’t worth the drama.


<br/><br/>Rustyy was young, though not rebellious. Cognitive but not smart by most standards, driven but no focus or direction. Between being untamed and in desperate need of structure, it was apparent to his ma and pa that he needed something more than what the quiet little town could give him. He was becoming restless though thankfully never destructive. Unless one counted the regular fights and bruises he acquired. In his defense in between having kids and hunting there wasn't much else to do. But it was enough that even the local council suggested he leave or risk getting into serious trouble.


So he never paid much attention to girl either. He figured it wasn’t worth the drama.
<br/><br/>So he left. Leaving behind everything he knew and everyone. Chasing after stars that never realyl caught his attention beyond the "just pretty to look at". In his journey to Starfleet academy, in the beat up old chevy he'd mangled together, he stopped off at a shabby tattoo parlor. Ink wasn't popular back home. So, without his parent's knowladge he covered up the scar from his youth with a tattoo that that held special meaning to him.


<br/><br/>Due to the taboo of it from home, he chose to wear long sleeves, keeping the ink covered from the populace. Practicing for when he visited home.


The only fun things Rustyy ever did were winter sports. As many as he could as often as he could. It was what caused him to forget his other responsibilities. From dog sleds to snowmobile races. Even playing Hockey on the school’s playground, which was almost always iced over. They played Hockey for the sport as much as for the fights. Once a fight had gotten out of hand, every player was involved, and someone had slipped sending their ice skate across Rustyy’s forearm. He had never seen so much blood spilling out of a person, let alone himself.
[[File: RustyysDad.jpg|250px|thumb|right|Steve Hael...Rustyy’s Father far left]]
When it comes to his light heartedness and the ability to be so outgoing, it was obvious it came from Rustyy’s father. A man known for his more outrageous behavior. If it wasn’t for cameras no one would have ever believed the tale of when Steve Hael, Rustyy’s father, and the small group of city councilmen having way too much fun. Every year almost like clockwork, when the sun shined all hours of the day and a great deal of the ice melted off. Folks from neighboring towns would come together for a bit of fun and to celebrate surviving the winter and the wish good luck for the hunting season. There were always much drinking and food, children playing in what snow was left. They all would come to where the ice was broken up to go swimming. Now the men swear that there was no booze involved, and those that knew them might believe them. But the four councilmen came out onto the ice, ballad music playing in the background, in white tutu’s, hand in hand. They proceeded across the ice to the open water and jumped in roughly all together. It was quite a scene for all those present, some even scarred for life.
[[File:HaelFamily.jpg|250px|thumb|right|Hael Family swimming in the summer]]
But not three years early, during the same event, Rustyy had gone out in a blaze as well. With nothing but a pair of old boots and a winter cap. He ran across the ice, fell, and slide all the way to the open water and went in with a splash. It was plain to see that the apple did not fall far from the tree.
Before Rustyy had left Alaska to travel to the Academy, he decided to stop off at a shabby tattoo parlor. Without his parents knowing of course, Rustyy gave himself and parting gift. A tattoo on his left inner forearm. Ink wasn't common on campus and it was something rather personal for him. So even during the scalding heat, Rustyy would always wear longs sleeves.
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At first Rustyy didn't know what to do when he got to the Academy. He was good at combats and thought security/tactical would make him feel right at home. But tinkering seemed to get the better of him. So long as it wasn't theoretical tinkering.
When Rustyy arrived to San Francisco, he learned very quickly that the rest of the work was hot... Very hot. And not just the people to look at, but the temperatures. it didn't take long for the wild child - thought really young adult - to be constantly found without certain articles of clothing. Most commonly a shirt, and often times without shoes. It was the first time he could go outside without shoes and not worry about frostbite or fending off some kind of animal that had gotten under the house.
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Rustyy joined the Academy and excelled in propulsion engineering and components engineering. He showed a good understanding of things that existed and how to repair them. The Engine room was just a big thing for him to tinker with.
<br/><br/> It was his first time from home and better yet the first time seeing - in person - any other species. Even some of the animals were new to him. Rustyy wasn't sheltered by no means, but having had no drive to look beyond his front porch, he never noticed. He would burn like a lobster, his first year in the southern states. And several years afterwards too.
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Rustyy's instructors, on more than one occasion, caught him calling the main engine room a "Chop Shop". When asked why he simply said, "Because all we do is chop it up and piece it back together."
<br/><br/> He had no idea what he wanted to do, having made the decision he thought best thought on short notice. Rustyy's grades were lackluster, the first time he tried to get into school - he failed... Completely failed. But he couldn't go home. So he found a part time job for the semester and moved into a shady apartment building. he worked as the only thing he knew how - a handyman. Which landed him in some pretty interesting situations.
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His interest in such things came long before the Academy though. Rustyy spent most of his free time rebuilding snow machines and the local replicator. If he was lucky, and someone else not so much, he got to work on newer models of landlocked shuttles.
<br/><br/>He was a tinkerer, a fixer-upper, a mechanic. Anything he could get his hands onto he could figure out, fix and even make better in some cases. And yet everything he couldn't see he fell hard on his face at. But he managed through barely scathed.By the time he went to apply for a second time he had an idea, rough, but an idea of what department he thought he'd like. And with only one point to spare, he was accepted into Starfleet. Though he was told to maintain certain averages or he'd be dropped.
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The Academe brought many things to Rustyy’s attention. Mostly that not all girls had facial hair, and some chose to not wear so much clothing. They were indeed a distraction. However he was never one to ‘get lucky’ or even go out on dates. But it never kept him from trying.
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Once, right before a school dance, Rustyy stood out in front of the main stairs to the school and asked every girl that past him to go to the dance with him. Each one said no. Even his history teacher turned him down. Rustyy shrugged it off and took himself…. Straight down to the local billiards pub, where he lost money on betting games, drank too much, and ended up in only one fight. All in all, a great evening.


<br/><br/> The new world, as he liked to call it, brought more to his attention other than the sun rose and set every day - all year long, sometimes you couldn't see the stars, and it was hot. It also shared with him that the universe was full pretty girls, ones without facial hair. Though most seemed uninterested in him. The few times he'd gotten lucky was after getting nearly blackout drunk. Which created some questionable choices...
<br/><br/> Oh and that it rained... A lot. He preferred snow over rain.


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