Kyle Avery
Twenty-One /\ Human /\ Ensign – Helm
“Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight
Like this city is on fire tonight
This could really be a good life
A good, good life”
Appearance:
Young. Black hair, medium length. Boyish face. Bold affect. Green Eyes. Kyle is average height, 5’11 as per his military profile and 185lbs. He has no tattoos.
Personality:
Kyle is easygoing, but emotionally reactive. He’s an artist, and sees things in his own way, from a unique and different vantage point. He is quite orderly, and enjoys precision in his life. His things are neat, his quarters are immaculately cleaned, organized… it borderlines on obsession with him. With that being said, the back side of that coin is that his social/emotional life is a mess. Optimism is a defense to hide the inner pessimist, something he learned early on in life. What he says and what he thinks are often two very different and opposing things. He has a problem with honesty and openness. He fears being judged on his true merit, and thus hides his true self behind a mask of who or what he thinks he should be. But none of his problems are on display. From the outside looking in, Kyle will appear as happy and content in life as one would expect from a young ensign on his first assignment.
History:
If, a few years ago, you had told Kyle that he’d be piloting a starship in the middle of the Dominion war, he’d have laughed in your face. A concert level pianist, son of a concert level pianist, Kyle’s idea of the future circulated around music halls and concertos. He grew up a child prodigy, heralded a raw and natural talent by critics. By the time he was 15, he performed in Carnegie hall, and the Royal Albert Music Hall. His life was a storybook, he knew no problems, even though the Federation was ripe with them. He was untouched, unhindered, until one day on a transport to his first off world concert, the first taste of the harshness of life came to him.
The USS Galadrial was a civilian transport ship which transported young Mr. Avery and his family from Earth to a concert venue onboard a Federation Starbase near Trill. To this day, Mr. Avery isn’t exactly sure what had happened, but what he remembered is harsh red lights flashing, claxons blaring, and the panic that churned his stomach and caused him to hold tight to his mother’s hand. A violent decompression rocked the ship, and he was thrust hard into a bulkhead. He awoke hours later in a Starfleet medical bay, a dermal regenerator being waved across his head, and his mind flooding with questions. They told him it was an accident. The words explosion, and survivor were mingled into the conversation, but Kyle had stopped listening. He fought free of his attending, pushed himself off the bio-bed, and started to call for his parents. There are nights, even now, where the sound of his voice yelling the name of his mother and father haunt his dreams, because it’s always echoed by that honeyed voice of that young, blonde hair nurse, who took his hand in her own, and with bitterness in her eyes that rivaled his own sorrow, told him that he was alone.
Being a minor at the time, he was awarded to the custody of his father’s brother, who served onboard the USS Reliant as the ship’s Chief Medical Officer. It was thanks to him, Lt. Marjire, the ship’s counselor, that Kyle come to grips with the accident. They worked through the anger, the abandonment issues he had, and the trauma of having been through such an event. It took a few years, but by the time he was 17, he had announced his intention to join Starfleet.
The Orion is his first posting. His career is new. Who he is, and what he will become is largely still undetermined.
Skills:
Navigation, Piloting (Starship / Shuttlecraft), Piano.
Other:
Kyle enjoys writing holodeck novels. When he’s not on duty, he’s often working on his next idea.