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Thoris

Lieutenant Anjonthoris Mahirn of keth Omtala is a passionate, devoted security officer. He loves his job. He loves the Federation. Most of all, though, Thoris (like most Andorians, he goes by the last two syllables of his first name in casual conversation) loves life. He's a bit gung-ho on the job, with a desire to get things done, but while he'll bend the rules when he can, Thoris is too good an officer to break them deliberately. Born 2348 2352, he entered Starfleet Academy in 2366 2370 and graduated in 2370 2376, after serving in the Dominion War.

In some ways, his quad-family is typical of such groupings, save perhaps for being a bit small. His birth father Logrilan was a Communications Officer in Starfleet and his bondmother Ilisreli served in the ADF until her recent retirement, having served her last five years commanding one of Andoria's orbital defense stations. His birthmother Veshana and bondfather Tlanerev were "home parents," caring for the household in myriad ways and engaging in various crafts. "Erev," in particular, is an excellent cook and one of keth Omtala's better tailors.

Shana and Lan had two sets of twins: Anjonthoris and Thilelin, Thoris' sister; then Tathrev (Rev, m) and Meveleth (Leth, f) four years later. Reli and Erev had one set of triplets: Antalkevis (Kevis, f), Olitivra (Tivra, m) and Veriseli (Seli, f) almost exactly halfway between Shana and Lan's two pairs. (Andorians tend to multiple births; in fact, in Andoria's pre-history, normal pregnancies resulted in four or five children, but the harsher conditions meant that few survived their early years.) Thoris got along best with Tivra and Leth, and not at all with Kevis, who spent most of her youth as the family troublemaker. (How her adult life has developed is up to the GM. ;-)

Coming from a long tradition of Andorian warriors, including ancestors in the Imperial Guard, Thoris takes pride in his work. Skilled in combat, including the traditional ushaan-tor dueling blade, he's also competent in less confrontational aspects of his duty, including basic Federation law and Starfleet security protocols. He claims that he's not "spit and polish," but Thoris is less of a maverick than he makes himself out to be. Like many Andorians, he has an interest in history, and between his acute awareness of what life was like before the Federation and what it still is like in less enlightened parts of the galaxy, he believes very strongly in doing his part to protect "the greatest civilization in known history." As an aside, he collects models of Andorian ships, his favorite being the various Kumari that have become legend in Andorian culture. He considers Kumari to be their equivalent of the Terrans' Enterprise. He was pro-Maquis until the theft of the USS Defiant, which convinced him that the movement had betrayed the Federation and turned against them. Thoris later served with distinction, if not renown, in the Dominion War.

In spite of his deep patriotism, Thoris is something of a xenophile. He enjoys sparring with Klingons in the holodeck, with the loser buying the ale afterward, and he'll pay up with a hearty laugh when it's his turn. He flirts with the curvaceous Cardassian traders at Quark's when they seem amenable. He even maintains a long-distance friendship with a Romulan artist, keeping her up on what he hears from his cousin at the famed Andorian Art Academy, tolerating the security examinations of his correspondence because he enjoys the discussions enough. (Thoris himself is not much of an artist, but like most Andorians, knows how to appreciate the good stuff.) A firm believer in IDIC, Thoris hopes one day that he will live to see all those friends and more join the Federation in a single, enlightened galactic union. He doesn't expect to, but he does hope to.

On or off duty, Thoris is a friendly, gregarious person. Usually upbeat, he works and plays hard. He enjoys many sports, including human football (soccer), but his favorite is an Andorian game that resembles a cross between basketball and jai alai. It is, of course, a full-contact sport. His favorite sports are all, as he will occasionally quip, full contact. While accusations that he flirts with anything female and humanoid are unfair, Thoris does enjoy the company of attractive, intelligent women. He's also quite gallant by most culture's standards. Thoris doesn't collect "notches," doesn't brag about his 'conquests,' and definitely does not forget his liaisons the next morning. Thoris makes friends. Some friendships are more intimate than others, that's all. It bears noting that Thoris is fiercely loyal to his friends, intimate or otherwise.

The Orion "trader" Marvash tried to use this friendship to her advantage, but when Thoris discovered her involvement with the Orion Syndicate, that ended their relationship quickly. Thoris alternates between trying to reform Marvash and trying to find enough evidence to arrest her. Marvash alternates between trying to corrupt Thoris and trying to ruin his career. Strangely, they don't hate each other, but they aren't exactly friends any more, either. Each finds the other devastatingly attractive, much the way many deadly predators are.

On duty, this gregariousness lets him defuse potentially violent situations when the situation is the result of simple hot tempers. Friendly advise and a "faulty" short term memory on the lieutenant's part let everyone go back to their drinks or bunks without having to spend the night in lockup. He's even nice to perps who don't cause any trouble when they're busted. Thoris believes that most people have the makings of decent citizens in them, given the chance. Once the blades or phasers come out, though, Lt. Mahirn becomes all business immediately, grim and dangerous. In such situations, he moves through battle with vicious efficiency, hammering vital points up close and unleashing phaser fire at range without hesitation. Use of lethal force won't make him break protocol, but if he loses anyone on his squad, Thoris "makes sure" such villains stay unconscious with an extra blast of heavy-stun fire or a final hammer blow to keep a perp down. He's also quick to request permission to use lethal force if opponents prove resistant to stun settings. None of his prisoners "trip down the stairs" once in custody, however.

Thoris does have a more somber side, however. Like most Andorians, he has a passion for duels of honor but a distaste for warfare. Duels of honor are where battle-artists hone their skills; wars are a thing to be avoided save in the direst circumstances. The Dominion War was such a circumstance, and while Thoris is quietly proud of his service, he's also haunted by the things he saw: the power and ruthlessness of the Jem'Hadar (nicknamed "ghosts" in his platoon for their pallor and camouflage), the brutality of the bombing of Cardassia, the slaughter of urban combat, the quiet despair of an occupied people. He sees a counselor when the nightmares flare up, but his PTSD is mostly behind him. (Perhaps, Thoris thinks, as far behind him as it will ever be...or should be.) Thoris still has a mild fear of Jem'Hadar. He watched a lot of fellow Starfleet troopers (and a few comrades in arms) fall to the deadly warriors, and while he acquitted himself well, Thoris thinks he "used up two lifetimes of luck" surviving battle with the nigh-unstoppable Dominion elite.

An Aenar grandmother left him with a psionic legacy, but he is constantly (if privately) frustrated with his complete inability to develop telepathic abilities. While she lived, his grandmother warned him that telepathy would elude him unless he followed the Aenar way of pacifism. Thoris is almost certain that he has a psychological block as a result, but occasionally, he wonders if she was right. Though he wants to conquer this "weakness" one day, he loves being a warrior and a defender of the Federation too much to give up the life he lives for mental communion. For now, his "sixth sense" for danger, enhanced strength and budding Telekinesis satisfy him.

His skin is an even deeper, royal blue than most Andorians despite his Aenar heritage, but his hair is almost as translucent as an Aenar's. The look is striking. Whether this effect is attractive or disturbing is highly subjective, which always makes his off-duty social life interesting. He likes it that way. Occasionally, Thoris will toy with dyeing his hair, and the colors he chooses are, in the Andorian tradition, very striking. Fuchsia, mint green and neon yellow are his most infamous choices. He inevitably goes back to his birth "color" once he's grown bored of the change, or tired of the teasing.

Thoris follows the way of Umarin, an Andorian prophet. Her teachings centered around "friendship, joy, and a passion for life, combined with a regimen of physical and mental readiness for leadership." (See A Rogues' Gallery of Andorians referencing the Star Trek Roleplaying Game: Narrator's Guide (Decipher, 2002).) Though not especially religious, he believes that what primitive civilizations called "spirit" is what the Organians, Q, and similar species have merged with. It is certainly understandable by science, but that doesn't invalidate a mystical or spiritual understanding of the interconnectedness of all things. He also believes that something of a life continues after death, given that nearly every sentient species has legends of an "afterlife," but makes no claims to understanding it. He's syncretied some Borvaeist beliefs into his more general Umarinism as a result.

keth Omtala is renowned for its fiber arts as well as its skill in unarmed combat. Thoris, while not much of a tailor himself, "knows the good stuff" and has become very fond of Garak. Garak, as is his wont, has hinted very vaguely at his past; Thoris thinks Garak was blackmailed into criminal activity and that it's all in the past. Thoris hopes that he never has to arrest the tailor, and would go to every legal length he could to protect the Cardassian. (I'd like Thoris to have bought a really nice Andorian "gi" equivalent from him.) This would all be completely innocent on Garak's part, of course. And if you believe that, I have some Promenade swampland you might be interested in...

Thoris doesn't hate dogmatic, intolerant religions, at least not any more than he hates any other type of tyranny. He just plain doesn't understand it. Devotion to a living tyrant is despicable, but understandable in less enlightened societies the tyrant at least provides order and stability. Belief in a rigid religious dogma that demands obedience to a being that cannot speak for itself defies rationality to such a degree that Thoris can only equate it to mental illness.

Thoris Stats

Pieces of a Life, vignettes from Thoris' past