CHEKOV, ens. pavel

[ENS. PAVEL CHEKOV]

PAVEL CHEKOV

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Pavel Andreievich Chekov.
RACE: Human.
AGE: Seventeen.
BIRTHPLACE: St. Petersburg, Russia, Earth.

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes.
STARFLEET RANK: Ensign.
DIVISION: Command.
JOB TITLE: Navigator.
OTHER: Russian wiz kid.

PERSONAL
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PERSONALITY:
To say that Pavel Chekov is intelligent would be a very vast understatement. No, it would only be accurate to describe the kid as a genius. He’s not one to boast but had it not been for his calculations it is likely they would have been able unable to save planet Earth and defeat Nero. So yes, even though he doesn’t personally believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, there’s no doubt in anyone else’s opinion that Chekov is a genius. Most amazing is that even with all his impressive feats and his immense intelligence the seventeen year old Ensign has managed to remain optimistic, sweetly naïve, and not at all arrogant. Quiet is another word that couldn’t be used to describe the Russia native but nor is he boisterous. He’s quite animated and loudly enthusiastic when you get him going on Russia or transporter theory or anything really but he’s usually to be found staying to himself with his nose in a data pad rather than initiating social interactions. It’s not that he’s shy even, merely aware of the fact that none of his shipmate’s really want to converse with some wiz kid who’d landed a spot on the bridge crew before he was even legally old an adult and the last thing Chekov wants is to be a bother or annoyance to anyone. His mother raised him to always be polite and polite people just don’t make a nuisance of themselves.

Chekov is a through being, meticulous to the point of near obsession in every task he takes on. Rather it’s learning new information from library files, entering his shift reports, training in physical combat or any other number of things, Chekov has to do everything to perfection. Captain Kirk often jokes that the boy is a walking encyclopedia with a severe case of OCD, Dr. McCoy he reckons he might have a hypospray that can cure him of that, and Commander Spock just kind of stares with a blank expressions safe for a slightly lifted eyebrow while Lieutenants Sulu, Scott, and Uhura just smile fondly and give him a pat atop his curly head. The result is the same though, he has a tendency to waste time by getting wrapped up in perfecting his tasks and forgetting his previous responsibilities and engagements. He can be incredibly rigid at times and often speaks thoughtlessly with no concern for how the words might affect others until it’s too late. Dealing with the psychology of people is something that escapes him, he’s still very young and has spent most of his life buried in knowledge with limited socializing and he often finds himself unsure of how to proceed. Suave and charming is something Pavel Chekov is not (at least not when he is uncomfortable and tries to be). He’s stubborn and has a hot temper when his patience finally gives and if you’re practically sensitive about being corrected by others and have a habit of being wrong you definitely want to steer clear. The young man will not hesitate to correct those who have their facts incorrect (despite his habit of making impossible and untruths about Russia).

HISTORY:
Before Starfleet, Pavel Chekov led a fairly unexciting life. He was born in the city of St. Petersburg in the year 2241 to Adrei and Larisa Chekov. Both of his parents were well-respected professors in the St. Petersburg public schooling system and were trying to cram knowledge down his throat from birth. Imagine how pleased they must have been when young Pavel showed exceptional intellect at such a young age. With confirmation that their little cherub of a son was a bonafide genius, the Chekov’s readily agreed to relocate to Moscow so Pavel might be immediately placed in a school for exceedingly bright children. He excelled in all his studies and continually took the top of the class. It wasn’t just academics that Chekov was accomplished in by twelve the Russian wunderkind was competing and taking first place in track and field sports. At the age of thirteen Chekov graduated.

At fourteen he was accepted (albeit a bit dubiously) into the prestigious Starfleet Academy. It was no surprise to those who truly knew Chekov, he’d always had a fascination with space and space travel. In particular, he favored stellar cartography and transporter theory both of which he did exceptionally well in even to his standards. Again Chekov reigned at the top of his classes, a fact many of his fellow cadets greatly resented. His was the target of almost cruel pranks and frequent bullying at the hands of his older classmates though it was never something he let bother him for too long. In 2257, at only sixteen, Chekov became the young person in history to ever win the Starfleet Academy marathon. That same year he gradated the academy and began his first assignment aboard the USS Merrimac, just a year after this Chekov was assigned to serve under Captain Pike aboard the federation’s new flapship, the USS Enterprise.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Captain Krizz.
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: Two years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: On the original version.
DID YOU READ THE RULES: Huzzah! Batman's mustache pleases me, you pilgrim!
FACE CLAIM: Anton Yelchin.
RP SAMPLE: Gabe usually loved his job, he really did. What other professions allowed him to devote all his time to books? It was only on extremely rare occasions such as this that he wished he’d put that English degree to good use and gone into teaching like his mother had wanted. Even now it wasn’t so much the job as it was the amount of time it allowed him to think. It was the perfect environment to worry over one’s life. Which was exactly what Gabe had been doing for most of the day. In between fights with the ever infuriating and confusing Eleanor Hunt, of course, who was (as was usual of late) the primary focus of his musings.
Other such things included were almost too many to name. Mal and Stephanie were expecting the baby any day now and Gabe was as much on edge about the arrival of his niece or nephew and godchild as the soon to be parents were. He was worried about his older brother off jet setting around the world and his younger brother who has just started a new job. He was worried about his little sister too but with added heaps of frustration and irritation because she was twenty-three and seemed perfectly content with living at home with their parents forever. Grace and Emerson were great topics of concern too, He was worried about Grace getting her heartbroken again with this new guy and Emerson who was still desperately in love with Carter, her ex who was now completely unavailable and had seemingly moved on.

Then there was this whole thing going on with Tessa. And that was just all kinds of fucked up and he didn’t even want to go there. Which is, of course, exactly why he couldn’t keep it off of his mind and kept coming back to it. She had informed him a few days prior that she had accepted a proposal from that chucklehead Nolan and hearing the news had upset Gabe more than it should have. It was far from the first time Tessa had gone from zero to sixty in a relationship, the blonde girl had often fallen too hard, too fast and ended up heartbroken. That wasn’t it though, he’d realized quickly that he was kind of jealous. He didn’t want to marry Tess or even get married period, not even close, but he certainly did not want Nolan to marry Tess. Not when as of late his mouth had suddenly gotten dry and his stomach had done that floppy thing whenever Tess had looked his way. And yeah, he knew that was fucked up and almost incestuous because he had literally known Tessa since the day she was born. He’d teased her mercilessly as a child, blowing up her dolls (it was accident, okay!) and hiding her favorite books and generally just tormented her to no end. However, when she was six and he was twelve, he’d come running when he’d heard her crying and had then carried her all the way home from the playground because she had fallen off her bike and skinned both her knees and when he’d gotten his driver’s license at sixteen she’d ridden to school everyday wedged between he and Mal in the cab of his piece of shit pickup truck and after school he’d help her with homework after he’d finished his and Mal’s. Hell, he’d even broken his hand beating up her first ex with Mal.

Tess was as much his sister as his own was and yet he’d been pretty much perving on her since he’d seen her again for the first time after seven years. She’d been only sixteen when he’d left for Boston and twenty-three when he’d returned to Healy and yeah she wasn’t the little girl who he’d once make hot cocoa for while her older brother had comforted her after a bad dream. No, she was a woman now and a very attractive one at that and thus had begun a seriously disturbed sort of crush.

“Hello Gabe.”

And, of course, luck would have it that she would show up right as he was berating himself internally. Still,his lips shifted into an easy grin as she came around the counter, arms moving out in a demand for a hug. He wrapped her in his arms being careful to not squeeze too tight as he was often prone to doing. He had tendency to forget that not everyone was a monster at 6’3 and a hundred and sixty-three pounds like he was (except for maybe Mal) and couldn’t really handle his bone-crushing hugs. And maybe he wanted to hug a little longer than was strictly normal and he knew that wrong and messed up. It was Tess and so he released after the usual length of time. Because again, this was Tess, she was like his sister and despite his inner turmoil at present he had to play it cool and keep that up.

He studied her and her absurdly bright outfit with a lifted brow, “And what are you doing here? Did Mal sneak into the university library and hide all the Keats again? Or is this maybe about the fact that you haven’t told anyone else you’re engaged, which is weird by the way, and you need someone to angst and worry to?”

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