SCOTT, MONTGOMERY, lt. cmdr.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

MONTGOMERY SCOTT

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Montgomery Scott
RACE: Human
AGE: 38
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, Linlithgow, Scotland

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Lt. Commander
DIVISION: Operations
JOB TITLE: Chief Engineer
OTHER: Pure unadulterated awesome.

PERSONAL
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PERSONALITY:
There are two conflicting sides of Scotty's personality which he has, over the years, grown much better at reconciling with one another. He has a deep-set love for knowledge (particularly for engineering matters), and is fascinated by mechanics in general. In spite of the fact that he was originally not much good at mathematics, his desire to invent things, to fix things, to make things possible that weren't before, gave him the drive necessary to overcome his shortcomings, to the extent that he excelled in physics. There was a time when his apparent gift in engineering matters gave him something of an inflated ego, although he's long since learned that no matter how many times you check the equation, something can still go wrong.

But the other side of his persona, the side that has kept him from going as far as his potential should have enabled him to, is the nagging touch of his own personality. In spite of his love for engineering, sometimes, there are days when he just doesn't feel like getting anything done. He has somewhat learned to balance that with his own ambition, and channels most of his laziness into his off-duty hours, the times when he can go and sit down, have a drink with his friends, and slack off to his heart's content. He's inherently laid-back by nature, unless you know the right things to say to push his buttons. If he's antagonized, he has a fiery temper, but most of the time, he keeps that buried somewhere beneath his good-natured exterior.

He has no problems with authority; he's well aware of the fact that not everyone can lead everyone else all the time, and while he's more than willing to take orders from his superiors, he also has leadership instincts of his own. He tries to be understanding but firm with those under his supervision, and for the most part is relatively well-liked. The only times he's really gotten in trouble with those above him in the chain of command are those times when his curious, driven scientific side got the better of him.


HISTORY:
Scotty's mother would describe the process of his birth as the most excruciating experience in her entire life. He was born at three in the morning after forty-seven hours of labor, and immediately became the center of his parents' world. He was doted upon in his early years, but when he hit his teens, his parents seemed to realize that they needed to crack down on him in order to avoid his becoming a spoiled brat. They encouraged him in school, although by that point, he'd taken an interest in physics and the only problems he had were in history and government, which bored him to no end.

His enlistment in Starfleet wasn't much of a surprise; nor was his immediate interest in the field of engineering. At the Academy, he did as well as was to be expected, although he got into some arguments with professors over certain issues he refused to let rest. His strong-willed nature eventually led to his downfall. As the adage goes, pride goes before a fall, and never was Scotty so proud as the day he was made an aide for the Advanced Relativistic Mechanics course, taught by none other than Admiral Jonathan Archer. Scotty and Archer would have more than a few rather intellectually stimulating discussions, which both of them enjoyed. But eventually, Scotty, in an attempt to prove a point, beamed Archer's beloved pet beagle into apparent nonexistence, which served to end that collaboration once and for all.

He was disciplined, both for going against the advice and orders of a superior officer and for destruction of property (Scotty vehemently argued that they couldn't prove the beagle had been destroyed), and ended up working at an utterly desolate outpost on Delta Vega, doing what he could with sub-par equipment and trying his best to continue his own little research projects here and there. He had plenty of time to do so, as he had a deathly fear of all the things that were probably lurking outside the outpost, and spent hours on end developing random inventions to make his life on the god-forsaken place more bearable.

And just when it seemed he was going to bore himself right out of his skull, two rather peculiar individuals showed up to sweep him out of his meager existence and into an altogether enthralling adventure. He was beamed on board the enterprise, nearly drowned, witnessed a near-mutiny, and underwent a number of other entirely extraordinary experiences before the thing was concluded - and that was just the start. With Nero taken care of, and Kirk given command of the Enterprise, Scotty found himself, for the first time in what felt like forever, in a position where he could at last tinker, tweak, and coax real, state of the art technology to his heart's content. As chief engineer, he now does his best to take care of the Enterprise, but he's not afraid to push her, to ask for more, and when he's called on to do extraordinary things, that's usually what he does.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Tibby
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: Since I was born. I opened my mouth and impersonated a dying animal.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: lolwut I've been here since like...the middle ages.
DID YOU READ THE RULES: Like ninety years ago. Something about Batman and pilgrims stays with me.
FACE CLAIM: Simon Pegg
RP SAMPLE: One of these days, he was going to throw the wrench. He was just going to throw caution to the wind, pull his arm back, and really let it fly. Of course, the day Montgomery Scott let anyone, even himself, chuck wrenches around in his engine room would be the day the rest of the world came spiraling down in a fiery end, but it was still nice to let some steam off by thinking about the hypothetical wrench-hurling. He dragged himself out from underneath the console he’d been tinkering with, and gave it a disgusted look.

“Disgrace to the name of machinery, you are.” he scolded, then, in case the ship had taken offense, gave the consol an affectionate pat. “Should be ashamed of yourself.” In all honesty, the ship was behaving perfectly, at least, just as it had been designed to do. Somehow, that was never quite enough for Scotty. As far as he was concerned, any ship that simply did just as it was supposed to do wasn’t worth the metal it was built out of. As it happened, though, this one did an admirable job of standing up to his demands, giving him more when he asked for it, and exceeding even her designers expectations.

It was, Scotty thought, acceptable. This particular console had been making strange noises, odd, periodic humming sounds that some of the younger engineers had dubbed “a tribble in the works.” If anyone had thought for a moment that it actually was a tribble in there, it wouldn’t have been nearly as funny, but since he was relatively certain that wasn’t the issue, he laughed along with them.

He set the wrench down in a nearby container of tools, and dusted his hands off on the pants of his uniform. He had a habit of doing that, which was a nightmare when it came to laundry because, as one might guess, engineers rarely had actual dust on their hands. More often, the things engineers found themselves dirtied with were greasy and had a tendency to stain, as was the case with Scotty. Reaching upwards, he ran one hand through his hair, leaving a streak of something black at his left temple as he surveyed the console. “I’ll deal with you later.” he promised, shaking a finger at it.

Turning towards the opposite end of the room, he headed out of Engineering towards some less mentally stimulating portion of the ship. He’d been working for what felt like three days (but was closer to twelve hours),and it was time for the other thing Montgomery Scott did best - relaxing. With any luck, there would be something tall, cold, and wet waiting for him at his destination, and he’d be able to find somebody worth talking to, put his feet up on a table and try not to think too hard about the fact that he really thought he could coax a little bit more out of the...wait...what if the wiring was running past the...that was what that noise was! With a sigh, he turned around and headed back down the corridor.

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