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Lieutenant Lake ir-Llantrisant
Name Lake ir-Llantrisant
Position Chief Counselor
Rank Lieutenant
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Romulan | |
| Age | 36 | |
| Date of Birth | 3rd eisae / 7th dhaei, in the Federation Standard year of 2355 | |
| Place of Birth | Llantrisant Township, Romulus |
Character Type
Starfleet ID
| Serial Number | TX-694-8003 | |
| Security Clearance | Level 5 | |
| Duty Watch | Pending |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 1.88 metres | |
| Weight | 90 kg | |
| Hair Color | Black | |
| Eye Color | Black | |
| Physical Description | Lake ir-Llantrisant tirelessly maintains himself in brawny physical condition for his age and species, through excessive exercise and a precisely-calculated nutritional plan. Although his Romulan heritage grants him heavy bone density and muscle mass, Lake’s physical frame doesn’t resemble the gaunt and angular design that comes so naturally to many of Romulan heritage. Through his childhood, Lake was slight of build, but since his young adulthood, Lake has committed to the nutrition and physical exertions required to transform his body into his sculpted physique of thick musculature. At first, training his body was an excuse to partake in solitary activities, but it has since become an obsession. Lake’s ears and facial features all come together in sharp angles, aside from his prominent nose and the under-developed cranial ridges on his forehead. Paired with his black irises and an intense countenance, Lake is what you might call shark-handsome. He wears his dark hair shorter and shorter as he gets older, and he experiments with varying facial hair depending on the trends of the season. |
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| Body Art | Only ever temporary. | |
| Portrait |  |
Family
| Spouse | Kellin Nertlinge (Legally Divorced) | |
| Children | Accessing... | |
| Father | Cystennin ir-Llantrisant | |
| Mother | Betrys ir-Llantrisant | |
| Brother(s) | Accessing... | |
| Sister(s) | Accessing... | |
| Other Family | Accessing... | |
| Pets | None |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | From a small child to a grown man, it has been obvious to all that Lake ir-Llantrisant is born from the Element of Air. He comes across as quick-witted, always says whatever he is thinking, and is usually fast on his feet. Like a gentle, lilting breeze he becomes bored easily, and can change in opposite directions most suddenly. One moment he can be flighty and bubbly, and the next he can lift a person up with effusive charm. Of course, without warning, an ill wind can blow in. Seemingly contrary to his usual temperament, his temper can be aggressive and all-consuming like a hurricane. In his Starfleet career and medical profession, he has learned to control this, but he exerts less control over his temperament in his personal time. As an officer, he maintains a serious air while going about his duty. Lake is supremely confident in his own abilities. He possesses an almost narcissistic awareness of himself intellectually, emotionally and physically. Although he doesn't always show it, he is very sensitive to the emotional states of others. For the most part, he keeps to himself on duty, but he spent most of his evenings of starbase life bounding from one establishment to another on the promenade. Lake is something of an outgoing introvert. He often has no desire to socialize with others, but he has no inhibitions about doing so, aside from the propriety associated with being a Starfleet Officer. He is almost always brutally honest, with little concept of interpersonal boundaries, privacy or modesty. Intimate relationships tend to bring out the hot temper in him; courtship is synonymous with combat in Lake’s experience. Others have described Lake as behaviour self-destructive in romantic relationships. Gossip varies from describing him as unhealthily co-dependent in some relationships, while aloof and withdrawn in others. |
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| Strengths | He very rarely sees a need for dishonesty; this can often come across as a lack of tact, but his sense of humour usually lets him get away with saying the most awful things. Given his immersive education, and his insatiable curiosity, Lake has constructed a strong foundation of understanding for himself in the medical sciences. Through his combination of study and experience, medicine comes easily to him and proves to be endlessly fascinating to him. Nothing excites him more than discovery. He can run really fast. He has limitless storage capacity for trivial data points and drawing correlations between them. However, he’s more likely to know seven things about the mating practices of frogs than he is to know the name of his commanding officer. Through his extensive time at Starfleet Academy --and further fueled by his time serving as a trauma counselor with Starfleet search and rescue-- Lake is qualified as a level five pilot. |
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| Weaknesses | Pride. Borderline entitled personality. He sometimes feels under-appreciated. When he performs his profession successfully for an extended period of time, he fears that his colleagues see his accomplishments as merely meeting expectations, rather than things of wonder. Lake has little skill when it comes to engineering. He doesn’t entirely understand why subspace communication works. Although he is a natural listener and observer, he doesn’t always act upon his understanding of other people's point of view. Rather, he directs his empathy towards always attempting to regard a situation from every possible point of view. He can easily see both sides of an issue. This becomes handy in problem solving. Interpersonally, though, it makes him seem confrontational, the way he always plays the so-called devil's advocate. Bossy. There’s a mercurial nature to his personal morality. Solving complex emotional or neurological problems often holds more excitement for him than the side-benefit of helping people in distress. |
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| Ambitions | To publish more peer-reviewed articles than his father has published collections of poetry. Although starship command appears to come with more stress and accountability than it’s worth, bridge officer duties hold some appeal to him. |
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| Hobbies & Interests | botany, playwright, dancing alone, computer user interface theory, genetics, research for medical journals, sky swimming, the swift and surgical martial art of Kormerek, the grappling form of N’Delrek wrestling, the surprisingly still martial art of Llaekh-ae'rl, as well as singing in cover bands | |
| Vernacular | There’s something cultivated in the way he speaks. He aims to come across as intellectual, dryly funny, a little bit aristocratic, and the ultimate professional. His curated manner of speaking can feel like artifice when you first meet him, and yet it follows him through all aspects of his life, through all manner of circumstances, one can’t help believing it to be genuine after all. | |
| Orientation | Homosexual | |
| Language(s) Spoken | Rihannsu, Reman, Federation Standard |
| Personal History | As a youth, Lake ir-Llantrisant had little reason to strive for anything. He was born into a home of comfort. His mother, Betrys, and his father, Cystennin, were land owners in the township of Llantrisant. His family was not especially wealthy, nor did they come from noble stock. They grew orchards on their land on the continent of Mirrekia, and they had a respectable number of servants to harvest the orchards and to tend to their home. They were comfortable. Cystennin was a mural painter and poet with some small influence in cultural circles on ch'Rihan, and Betrys ran the business of the family orchard. Betrys only followed politics well enough to blithely agree with the policies of whichever government was ruling the planet at any given time. To his knowledge, Lake’s family never ran afoul of the Tal Shiar. Born the youngest of six siblings, Lake could only obtain the affections of his parents through competition. And he wasn't the most adventurous, the most charming, nor the most talented at academics or athletics. By the time he could talk and read in full paragraphs, he had established himself as the listener and the observer; his role in the household was that of the conflict mediator. He remained neutral during family conflict, more interested in understanding than in picking sides. In his education, Lake was considered a passable student. He did well enough without needing to be doted over or tutored. He didn’t excel enough to be encouraged or congratulated. To his detriment, he was easily distracted or bored or frustrated. For the most part, he only ever excelled in fields of study that were impractical and self-indulgent. As an adolescent, Lake’s temperament took a turn for the taciturn. He leaned into his observational tendencies and only chose to speak when it was absolutely necessary. Even then, he tended to sum up his expression into as few words as possible. This abrupt change came about when his entire life was uprooted. His parents defected to the United Federation of Planets and they brought all of their children with them as refugees. They never expressly told Lake, or his siblings, what had motivated their defection, and Lake knew the unspoken rules of the family well enough to know never to ask. Whispers heard through bedrooms walls at night suggested Betrys and Cystennin were more political than Lake knew, supporters of the unification movement between Romulus and Vulcan. At that time, it hadn’t been a popular opinion on Romulus. At that time, the Federation was directing immigration towards the colony worlds that were transitioning from the Cardassian Union to the UFP. The ir-Llantrisant family set about establishing a farm on the struggling Federation colony of Tracken II. They didn’t come to the Federation with political or military secrets; they only came with gumption and green thumbs. Their harvest was used for foodstuffs and medicinal purposes to support the parts of the colony without functioning replicators, but mostly it was exported for the Federation’s rescue and aid efforts. Their service to to this colony was a condition of their defection, and the most important contributing factor towards their application for full Federation Citizenship. Lake and his siblings commuted into the capital city to attend the Federation school. Lake was often accused of being too introverted. He had few problems with socialising, but his teachers worried that he lacked awareness of his surroundings. This afforded him a heightened awareness of his own self. There was a part of him that assumed he would never be fully accepted by his classmates, and so he kept a pre-emptive distance to avoid different treatment because of his Romulan heritage. He devoted greater efforts into his studies, which proved useful when his school was destroyed in a retaliatory attack during the Maquis troubles in that region of space. Lake’s studies became necessarily self-directed for a time —home schooling through distance education— which proved problematic when it came time to apply for higher education. Lake was rejected by every educational faculty that considered his applications, from the University of Alpha Centauri to the Regulus II Science Academy. His siblings would say he was too dim to be accepted by academia; his classmate-friends blamed residual racism from the Romulan non-aggression pact with the Dominion; his parents were too distracted by the demands of the farm; and Lake suspected the pieced-together records of his dumpster-fire of an education (between defection and refugee-living) were to blame. In the end, Lake chose to leave home without a destination in mind. The colony on Tracken II was failing and he knew too little about agriculture to be of use to his parents. By the time he was eighteen years old (Federation Standard), his application for Federation citizenship had been accepted. Lake had all of the rights and responsibilities of a citizen in this strange part of the galaxy that had taken him in when his parents had forced him out of his own home, his own world. Lake followed several of his classmates in the wakes of their destiny towards the Tri-planetary Academy. He lived just outside campus, and he took jobs at the transit hub or in child care. Whatever would allow him time to read and to meet the expectations of Federation Citizenship. He found his way into local gymnasiums and learned a passion for lifting heavy things; it helped to fill the time amid too much solitude. |
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| Starfleet History | Living on the edges of a university town, Lake filled his days with books and lifting and following his friends around, until he found something he wanted enough to go chase it for himself. Lake made his way into the Starfleet Academy Preparatory Program, and eventually the Starfleet Academy Annex on Beta Ursae Minor II, through a combination of interpersonal networking by way of romance, and the massive value Starfleet places on an individual’s abilities and potential. Perhaps he hadn’t investigated deeply enough into all of the options available, but Starfleet looked like it was Lake’s only avenue for higher education. His only choice. The exchange weighed out as an equal one in Lake’s mind. Starfleet’s commitment to potential and inclusion would provide Lake with the education he desired and, in exchange, Starfleet would expect his service. While Lake analyzed and understood Starfleet’s value system, and repeated the right slogans often enough to nearly believe in them, he mostly agreed to Starfleet’s education opportunities, simply because they let him in. From the very start of his Starfleet training, Lake immersed himself in the wide range of fields -- pre-med, first contact, education, diplomacy, human resources management, sociology, mediation, recreation -- that suggested a certain path for his career. He wanted to be a Counselor for pragmatic reasons, rather than ideologies. Like learning the value systems of Starfleet, Lake was establishing patterns in behaviour to suggest what he wanted without necessarily stating it out loud. As he was joining Starfleet in the shadow of the Dominion War, Lake had no interest in fighting for truth, justice and the Federation way. Serving in the medical division, in Counselling of all departments, felt as far from the front lines as Lake could muster. He had been trained in Romulan martial arts in his youth, but the visceral thrill and discipline of hand-to-hand combat was nothing like war. Lake had no desire to be gutted by a Jem’Hadar, nor to strike opponents down with a deadly phaser blast. He wanted to learn and, as a result, he was expected to serve, but he wouldn’t serve as a soldier. Upon graduation from Starfleet Academy, Lake opted to continue his education, rather than face a post-War galaxy. At the Starfleet Medical Academy, he spent four years devoting himself to neuropsychology -- a combination of neurology, psychology, psychiatry and cognitive neuroscience. He graduated as a Medical Doctor, and was to have been assigned to a posting as a Counselor, but he volunteered for a research posting on Earth, remaining at Starfleet Medical. Starfleet finally assigned Lake to patient-facing work as a Counselor aboard Starbase 74. Despite Seventy-Four being his home, Lake’s tour of duty was spent, almost entirely, on temporary assignments to starships all over the Federation. He served as a crisis counselor for crews who survived particularly distressing missions. Lake had few friends and lovers aboard Seventy-Four, and did little socialising during any of his starship assignments. Throughout his first year, he viewed it as inappropriate because of his position, and when he was convinced otherwise by a mentor, he found it difficult to integrate himself into existing crews. Despite this, in 2388, Lake was married to a Starfleet Officer named Kellin Nertlinge. They divorced in 2390. There are no publicly available personal logs to shed any light on this relationship, nor its dissolution. Life aboard Seventy-Four was never dull for Lake, not even when he was afforded greater stability in a permanent posting to the starbase’s hospital. He was reprimanded by his superiors for psychoanalyzing where it was not welcome, and his counselling sessions with patients was often interrupted by projects, such has decoding proto-Romulan artefacts and offering psychological first aid to a group of genetically enhanced children rescued from slavers. But starbase-living isn’t what Starfleet is about. Lake only truly embraced his position as an officer after what came next. Excerpt from Lieutenant Lake ir-Llantrisant's Personal Log: My shore leave on Earth became extended, prolonged. I couldn't go home, because Starbase 74 was quarantined. There was a disaster aboard the station; the details are a mystery to me even to this day. Confidential. I was rescued from Earth by Starfleet Command. With my duties aboard Starbase 74 out of reach, I was assigned to the USS Hathaway to act as mentor and exam invigilator for medical cadets on their Cadet Cruise. It should have been a time of excitement and anticipation for me, heralding these cadets on the first days of their new careers. Instead, I was disturbed to learn the details of the quarantine on Starbase 74 being dropped. I was informed half of the senior staff was killed, including my ex-husband, Kellin. I was promoted to Lieutenant and advised I would be taking on the posting of Chief Counselor aboard Starbase 74 -- asked to fill the shoes of a dead woman. I couldn't put on that uniform drenched in blood. I told some lies to Starfleet Command, I told some lies to my colleagues, and I told even more lies to myself. If I can be honest with myself now --and it's possibly too soon even now-- I had to run away from Starbase 74. I had to. I had to run. I applied for a posting aboard the USS Galileo-A and it's thirty-two month tour to the southern border of Federation space. Can't get any farther than that, really. Between my natural isolation from the Federation --because of my personality and my Romulan DNA-- and my research into the psychology of deep-space exploration, I was accepted as Chief Counselor for Galileo-A upon its launch. Before its launch, Starfleet assigned me to the USS Schofield as Chief Counselor for a science crew on a survey mission. However, it was leveraging my training as a medical doctor that I joined the away team down to the newly discovered planet of Pleione. We attempted to study the pre-warp natives without drawing any attention to ourselves, but our attempts were unsuccessful. I was noticed and I was arrested and interrogated. I thought I was dead. I thought I was going to die there, alone and cold on a strange new world. It was only through the bravery and cunning of the USS Schofield crew that I was rescued and delivered safe and sound to my posting aboard the USS Galileo-A. |
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| Medical History | No chronic health conditions of note. | |
| Service Record | 2377: Accepted into Starfleet Academy 2381: Graduated Starfleet Academy with the rank of Ensign. 2381: Accepted into Starfleet Medical Academy. 2385: Graduated Starfleet Academy as a Medical Doctor with the rank of Lieutenant (Junior Grade). 2385: Assigned to Starfleet Medical on a research project. 2387: Assigned to Starbase 74 as a Counselor. 2391: Assigned to USS Hathaway as Chief Counselor. 2391: Assigned to USS Schofield as Chief Counselor with the rank of Lieutenant. 2391: Assigned to USS Galileo-A as Chief Counselor. |
Character Progression System
| CPS Option | DISABLED |
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