Olsam Mott
Name Olsam Mott M.D.
Position Crew Member
Character Information
Gender | Male | |
Species | Bolian | |
Age | 40 | |
Date of Birth | 3 April 2352 | |
Place of Birth | Bolarus IX |
Character Type
Starfleet ID
Security Clearance | Pending | |
Duty Watch | Pending |
Physical Appearance
Height | 5'6" | |
Weight | 170 lbs. | |
Hair Color | N/A | |
Eye Color | Brown | |
Physical Description | A diet high in protein and no small amount of time spent doing exercise and training has left Mott with an extremely trim, muscular physique. He is a vibrant blue like most Bolians but lacks the bifurcated ridge due to a genetic defect. He keeps his head shaved but retains a graying goatee. |
Family
Spouse | None. | |
Children | None. | |
Father | Mo Mott & Zipok Rixx | |
Mother | Olba Tuk-Mott | |
Brother(s) | None. | |
Sister(s) | None. | |
Other Family | None. | |
Pets | None. |
Personality & Traits
General Overview | Mott has a surly disposition and limited patience for other people’s bullshit. He works alone - any kind of team environment is just going to lead to open confrontation when Mott’s right and everyone else is wrong. Something of a drifter, he’s considered worldly by galactic standards; he knows his way seamlessly around social situations even if he’s not generally in the mood to put on the act. Mott is a loner and has little interest in developing social bonds with others. His perceived laziness has less to do with work ethic and more to do with general disinterest, and it led to employment problems before his medical license was revoked for malpractice. He sees himself as a tortured soul carrying the heavy burden of perceiving others as they actually are rather than how they present themselves. From that he derives the moral authority that allows him to choose and kill his victims, removing them from society as a favor to those without the power to see. He has been investigated on suspicion of murder on half a dozen different worlds but the authorities have never been able to find conclusive evidence to warrant an arrest. |
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Strengths | + Physically strong + Perceptive + Cunning + Worldly + Medical knowledge |
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Weaknesses | - Surly - Loner - Compulsion to kill - Cannibal |
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Ambitions | To stay one step ahead. | |
Hobbies & Interests | Among one of Mott's more curious interests is a taste for sapient flesh, which he often demands in one form or another as payment from his shady clients. | |
Vernacular | Mott is a man of few words, but when he does speak it's always laced with expletives. | |
Orientation | Asexual | |
Language(s) Spoken | Standard, Bolian, Klingon, Cardassian |
Personal History | Mott grew up as an only child in a household that couldn’t care less about him. All three parents were busy with their respective careers and when he turned out to be a problem child they essentially left him to raise himself. He did well in school when he applied himself, but that was rarely. Generally he did just enough to get by and spent his free time pursuing hobbies like dissection and scientific experimentation. He attended a third-rate medical school on one of Bolarus’ moons and has spent the past fifteen years drifting from place to place plying his trade. After the malpractice suits finally piled up too high the KCA Medical Board revoked his license. Undeterred, he moved to Arloff III, a small and completely urbanized moon (ecumenopolis) and a haven for the galactic underworld. He set up a small “chop shop” in an alleyway on the Underlevel and established himself as neutral territory for patching up the wounds of various street gangs. When one of the gangs decided he was expendable, Mott fled the planet. Desperate, he took up a job in the unlikeliest of places: a privateer ship working for the Terran Empire. |