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'''Isobel Ryce''' <br>Mother, Age {{Age|2360|02|19}} | [[Centauran]]
'''Isobel Ryce''' <br>Mother, Age {{Age|2360|02|19}} | [[Centauran]]


In obvious contrast stood Isobel Royce, once a teacher aboard the [[USS Centris]], now working as an independent artist and critic with her own studio. To Harry she'd started off as Miss Royce and somewhere down the line turned into a mother. She doted on Harry ever since he was a child. Whenever he'd send a bauble or souvenir from wherever in the cosmos he'd decided to perch, it was to her that the messages were addressed. Always with an addendum attached inquiring about his mother's health, as any dutiful son must. It was she who stood by him when Harry announced his intention to join Starfleet, and it was from her that he'd inherit his love for holophotography.
In obvious contrast stood Isobel Royce, once a teacher aboard the [[USS Centris]], now working as an independent artist and critic with her own studio. To Harry she'd started off as Miss Royce and somewhere down the line turned into a mother. She doted on Harry ever since he was a child. Whenever he'd send a bauble or souvenir from wherever in the cosmos he'd decided to perch, it was to her that the messages were addressed. Always with an addendum attached inquiring about his birth mother's health, as any dutiful son must. It was she who stood by him when Harry announced his intention to join Starfleet, and it was from her that he'd inherit his love for holophotography.


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[[Betazed|Medara]] appeared to have stirred something in Harry. Maybe it was the freedom to do as he wished, or something in the fresh tropical air, or even the swell of [[Readers Guild|readers]] he was now surrounded by. Whatever the reason, it was undeniable that the change was for the better. He was more confident, willing to approach strangers and start conversations, and intrigued about local customs and culture. He participated in mixers thrown by the various departments, joined several of the available clubs, and tried out for the University's [[Parrises Squares]] team.  
[[Betazed|Medara]] appeared to have stirred something in Harry. Maybe it was the freedom to do as he wished, or something in the fresh tropical air, or even the swell of [[Readers Guild|readers]] he was now surrounded by. Whatever the reason, it was undeniable that the change was for the better. He was more confident, willing to approach strangers and start conversations, and intrigued about local customs and culture. He participated in mixers thrown by the various departments, joined several of the available clubs, and tried out for the University's [[Parrises Squares]] team.  


Academically too, Harry was open to experimentation; he audited several classes unrelated to his core discipline and took electives he hadn't thought to take initially. Upon graduation, he'd stay back on campus to work with a [[Betazoid]] professor, Dr. Meamiyi Treid on a research paper titled "Spatial and Social Cognition: From the Perspective of Place and Self", all the while studing for the [[Starfleet Academy Office of Admissions|Starfleet Academy Entrance Examination]].  
Academically too, Harry was open to experimentation; he audited several classes unrelated to his core discipline and took electives he hadn't thought to take initially. Upon graduation, he'd stay back on campus to work with a [[Betazoid]] professor, Dr. Meamiyi Treid on a research paper titled "Spatial and Social Cognition: From the Perspective of Place and Self", all the while studying for the [[Starfleet Academy Office of Admissions|Starfleet Academy Entrance Examination]].  


Harry only informed his parents of his intention to join Starfleet after he had received his acceptance letter. The spat that followed was something to behold. To Aquila, he had given up a promising career in Academia to gallavant about aimlessly in space. That day, Harry had packed up few of his most prized possessions and boarded a liner out of Tarola'n. There would be an eventual reconciliation between the two due to the insistance of Isobel. But, the subject remained a sore point in their relations, though Aquila had been placated by his decision to join the Medical fraternity, which she thought to be at least a worthy endeavour.  
Harry only informed his parents of his intention to join Starfleet after he had received his acceptance letter. The spat that followed was something to behold. To Aquila, he had given up a promising career in Academia to gallivant about aimlessly in space. That day, Harry had packed up few of his most prized possessions and boarded a liner out of Tarola'n. There would be an eventual reconciliation between the two due to the insistence of Isobel. But, the subject remained a sore point in their relations, though Aquila had been placated by his decision to join the Medical fraternity, which she thought to be at least a worthy endeavour.  


When Harry was back in [[Alpha Centauri IV|Tarola'n]] for Summer break, just before he'd have to start his clinical rotations, they'd decided to throw a little get together of friends and family in appreciation of all he'd achieved. Likely Isobel's doing. At dinner that day, she told a story about when Harry was twelve. It was one she'd liked to recount often. His parents had decided to sit him down and ask what he wanted to be when he grew up. A doctor Harry had answered. When asked why, he'd say with a face that was as serious and as sage as a twelve year old's could be, that he "wanted to make people feel okay." There was a gleam of pride in her eye whenever she told that story, and Harry knew she thought the world of him. He could only hope that he managed to live up to it.  
When Harry was back in [[Alpha Centauri IV|Tarola'n]] for Summer break, just before he'd have to start his clinical rotations, they'd decided to throw a little get together of friends and family in appreciation of all he'd achieved. Likely Isobel's doing. At dinner that day, she told a story about when Harry was twelve. It was one she'd liked to recount often. His parents had decided to sit him down and ask what he wanted to be when he grew up. A doctor Harry had answered. When asked why, he'd say with a face that was as serious and as sage as a twelve year old's could be, that he "wanted to make people feel okay." There was a gleam of pride in her eye whenever she told that story, and Harry knew she thought the world of him. He could only hope that he managed to live up to it.  

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