PAVEL ANDREIEVICH CHEKOV

[vodka]

PAVEL ANDREIEVICH CHEKOV

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Pavel Andreievich Chekov
RACE: Human
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 147 lbs
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, Russia

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Ensign
MEDICAL RANK: ---
STUDIES: Stellar Cartography; Transporter Theory; Advanced Theoretical Physics
OTHER: ---

ATTRIBUTES:

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 8.5
SPEED: 6
LEADERSHIP: 4

UNARMED COMBAT: 3
MELEE WEAPONS: 2
RANGED WEAPONS: 2

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:
In a crowd, Chekov's not one to stand out. He's of an average height, with the awkward gangling build of someone who has recently undergone a growth spurt and is still trying to fit back into himself. His hair is short and medium-light brown in hue, and sits in a short curly mess on his head. Thankfully, he does keep it cut short enough to achieve some semblance of neatness. His eyes are a dark blue color and sparkle keenly from his thin and pale (some would say pallid) face. Most often Chekov is found in the yellow-shirted ensign uniform assigned to him.

PERSONALITY:
A "whiz-kid" whose brilliance has landed him the role of navigator aboard the USS Enterprise at the age of 17, there's no denying that Chekov is something of a genius. Moreover, he's perky and enthusiastic at what he does. Very enthusiastic. He's not one afraid to shy away from duties or tasks he finds himself capable of completing, even if it falls outside his designated role aboard the ship. Unsurprisingly, Chekov is one who eagerly sets himself upon any new challenges or situations that allow him the chance to figure out a new skill or to simply challenge his mind.

Of course, being as exceptionally bright as he is does have its downsides. Most notably, his social skills. Of course, he can communicate well and fine in chirping confirmations of orders or breaking down whatever calculation he's boiled down into layman's terms (or however close to them he can get), but in terms of regular social conversation, he's nearly useless. He often finds himself along the fringes of nearly every social circle; his colleagues at work tend to avoid him because he's still little more than a kid in their eyes, and those in his age group shy away from him because there's simply too little to connect with, as he often fails to act like most people his age. The deep-seeded resent of geniuses most people tend to experience, particularly young ones, most likely has a hand in this.

The thick accent probably doesn't much help matters. Chekov's native tongue is Russian, and so speaks with an exceedingly thick Russian/Eastern European accent. It's no real hindrance (unless he is faced with the accursed letter V), but the accent probably isn't something to facilitate ease of communication. He also has a tendency to slip back into Russian when under large amounts of stress, nervousness, or excitement. And oh, is he an excitable kid. Although he tends to conduct himself with emotional maturity beyond his years, he does lapse into being just a bouncy youth with no shortage of energy. After all, he is only seventeen.

HISTORY:
Born in Russia in 2241, Pavel was the second son to Andrei Chekov. He was an only child growing up, though he did have an older brother named Piotr. Unfortunately, Piotr died in an accident before Pavel's conception. Pavel is unsure of the specifics of his brother's life and death, for the subject is simply one not discussed in his family. His parents say nothing of it, and so he doesn't ask.

Not like he ever had much time for family anyways. When the young Chekov's genius was discovered in childhood, he was instantly whisked off to rigorous schooling and tutoring tailored specifically to his intellect. Mathematics and sciences came the most readily to him, and after numerous crash courses on various subject matters in the fields, he was shipped off to Starfleet Academy in his early teenage years. He thrived there, and by his graduation he was top in his class in both stellar cartography and transporter theory. He also shaped up to be an expert in advanced theoretical physics. If that wasn't enough to stick on his resume, he also garnered the distinction of being the youngest cadet to date to win the Starfleet Academy marathon.

By 17 he had graduated and found himself assigned the role of navigator for Starfleet's newest flagship, the USS Enterprise. Their first adventure was nothing short of harrowing, but he managed to prove his worth on several occasions, most notably by teleporting Kirk and Sulu onto the shift from midair, saving Spock and the majority of the Vulcan Council, and in figuring out Nero's path to Earth and the subsequent idea of masking the Enterprise via Saturn's magnetic fields. What the future holds for him, one cannot say, but his fate is surely tied to the Enterprise... for now, at least.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Vodka
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: About eight years by now, I'd surmise.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Star Wars: Beyond the Old Republic
RP SAMPLE: This would not do.

Brow furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance, Chekov glared at the impeccably neat array of numbers, figures, and displays arranged in computerized primness on his navigational display screen. No no no. This would not do.

"проклятие," He quietly spat to no one in particular, hunching over the screen as he flicked his fingers expertly over the screen, fiddling with the numbers before him. This was supposed to be a simple routine run out to the borders of Federation space, but an unexpected asteroid field had shown up along the way. Normally such things could be passed through or have an alternative course planned out with no problem, but this one was large enough and was producing enough gravitational pull to put the young ensign back to the mathematical drawing board. It was a particularly troublesome one, for it was enough to put Chekov into one of his rare irritable moods.

His frown deepened as he stared unblinkingly at the numbers now flashing and whirling on the display as his hands flew across the faintly glowing screen. He could feel the eyes on him as the crew waited for him to chart out a new course, but it was- Ah!

The puzzle resolved itself, causing the young Russian's features to light up in joy. With a few final triumphant taps on the screen to enter the directions into the computer, he turned to beam at the scattering of crew members aboard the bridge.

"Alternative route charted, Keptin," he announced, his attentions finally resting on Captain Kirk behind him. "We can now be passing the asteroid field..."


(*проклятие - damn. Not sure if I got the spelling right, because I suck at Cryllic.)

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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