NELSON, Hector - Captain

[Hector Nelson]

Basics

- Name :: Hector Nelson
- Age :: 48
- Desired Position ::Captain
- Race :: Human

- Physical Looks ::

In his earlier years, Hector Nelson was handsome, brash, and had a full head of hair. However, in the many years that have led to the present, Captain Nelson has become old, thin, and has lost much of his hair. This not to say, that he does not retain his strength. He is still a formidable man in very good health.

His eyes, which are a dull shade of blue, still perform as well as they did when he was a cadet. Never needing glasses, he currently feels, however, that a dull film may be starting to form over his left eye, although he hasn’t mentioned anything to the ship’s physician.

Several wrinkles line his face and chin, as well as his fair share of scars. Being a Commander for several years, he often preformed tasks too dangerous for the Captain to accept. His scars are mementoes of these trials.


- Personalitly ::

From the beginning of the series, we start to see Nelson is an impressive figure, but not perfect. Throughout the series, Dorian’s strong sense of discipline and duty contrast the mistakes of his past. As a young commander, he often disregarded the orders of his commanding officers to accomplish his own. However, this sense of superiorty vanished when his best friend, Jacob Moore, died in Hecotr's arms while fighting alongside him in a pointless battle.


He usally takes his meals alone, is rarely seen in Ten-Forward and consistently declines invitations to join the recreational activites along with the other ship officers. Dorian’s lifestyle is rather lonely, but it wasn`t always this way. His best friend, and his only true friend, constantly brought a sense of belonging. However, Moore is now dead.


- Hisotry ::

Hector Nelson was born one raining day in the year twenty-three sixteen. His father, a computer technologist was delighted to have a son, but was heartbroken as his wife died in childbirth. Shortly after the death of his wife, Tim Nelson suddently died of what has been suspected to be a broken heart.

Nelson's life become the reasonciblity of his grandmother, who always encouraged his love of the stars. A lovly women she was, although she was rather loose with Hecotr's behavior, which led to his rebelious behavior.

After completeing the academy, Hector become a security officer onboard the USS PEQUANNOCK. After years of service, we was promoted to Commander. His Captain, Jacob Moore, would go on to become his best friend.

Years later, Moore was transferred to the USS RESOLUTION, and Hector became Captain of the Pequannock. Hector and Jacob never stopped being friends. One night, at a Ferangi Pub, the pair got into a heated barfight which resulted in the stabbing of Jacob Moore. Moore died in Nelson's arms.


- Sample Roleplay ::

(( From A HP Site ))

It was late, midnight or there about, when Albus Dumbledore strode down Diagon Alley, his wand clutched in his sweating palms, concealed behind his violet cloak. Someone had been following Albus all the way up the cobblestone street, trying desperately to remain undetected. However, Dumbledore was a master in Occlumency and the moment he ventured into the Alley, he had detected someone attempting to use Legilimency against him.

Closing his mind, he waited for the moment when is pursuer would commence an attack. The moment was drawing nearer, as the barley auditable pitter-patter of his pursuer grew quicker. Like lightning the hunter struck, releasing the shroud of secrecy. “Stupi” He began, his face covered by a grisly mask.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore sent a bright blue jet at his attacker, knocking him backwards into a low wall. The attacker hit the wall hard, and then fell to the floor limply, his wand still clutched in his hand. “Relashio!” He cried, but in an instant Dumbledore had vanished in a cloud of smoke, only to reappear a moment later and said, quite serenely, “Expeliamus.”

The man's wand flew out of his hands, landed ten feet away, and then soared into the Dumbledore’s hand, which he deposited into cloak, along with own wand. “Hello Arcturus.” He said, conjuring a wooden stool, and then placing himself upon in. “How are this evening?”

Arcturus Black took off his mask, throwing it aside. “Well, you’ve beaten me Dumbledore …what are you waiting for!?” He barked at the man, still beaming intently with those piercing blue eyes.

“I am not going to kill you, Arcturus.” Dumbledore said with a hint of a laugh. “I do not blame you for following your masters orders. He would murder you if you did not obey.” Dumbledore took a great breath. “But allowing you to live would also give Grindelwald a license to kill you. You must flee the Knights of Walpurgris, Arcturus. You must flee that dark order and never return. We, that is to say my people and I, can hide protect you and your family.”

“Very Well, Dumbledore.” Arcturus said after a long pause. “I will gather my…” But at that instant a killing curse was sent from a dark figure, standing atop a shop rooftop. The jet of green light caught Arcturus Black in the chest, killing him. “Evening Grindelwald.” Dumbledore called up.


Site Stuff

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- What Will You Bring To The Site? :: A Great Role Player