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Lieutenant JG Reggie Hawthorn

Name Reggie Madison Hawthorn

Position Chief Engineering Officer

Rank Lieutenant JG


Stats

  • 2 Mission Posts

Last Post

Thu Aug 8th, 2019 @ 12:16am

Character Information

Gender Male
Species Human
Age 33

Physical Appearance

Height 6'1"
Weight 101kg
Hair Color Brown
Eye Color Brown
Physical Description Tall, firmly built, if a poet was about they might ponder on the nature of the oak to withstand the howling of the wind. Reggie would say his head was made for knocking on bulkheads.

Family

Spouse None
Children None
Father Maddox Hawthorn
Mother Lorane Hawthorn
Brother(s) Kyle, Will, Robert
Sister(s) Ori, Katia
Other Family Whole mess of uncles, aunts and what not: they breed'em big on Montana.

Personality & Traits

General Overview Easy going, a good listener and always one for a good tale. He seems the sort of man willing to help dig a hole and fill it in, just to spend the time of day. That attitude only lasts until you cross a line. Once that's been done you ain't worth spit. Loyal to his friends, and weighed down by the almost religious fanaticism that is the Montanan Honour Code: Loyalty To Kin, Guard To Your Enemies.
Hobbies & Interests Horse riding, combustion firearms, and the wondrous majesty that is Interstellar travel. He has also been known to paint hull murals, though the last time he painted anything he was told to scrub the shark's teeth off of the side of USS Donnelly. Especially given that the USS Donnelly was a diplomatic courier.

The Klingons thought it was fitting though.

Personal History Reginald Madison Hawthorn was not born on Earth.

In fact, the light from Sol would take nearly seven hundred years to reach the land of his birth. Montana was settled during the early days of space travel, and so in current times is a well established and charter member of the United Federation of Planets. Settled by a mix of Thai and Chinese colonists, there had only been seventy Texan's in the original colony make up riding herd on a hundred head of cattle.

The accent and mannerisms of the Lone Star State turned out to be viral, and within three generations the drawl of a Montanan doesn't match with their appearance.

Montana is known for its business in cattle, as well as exporting minerals and precious metals from the Montana systems lucrative asteroid belts. It is also a planet steeped in tradition, from a work ethic of honest exchange to its elaborate tea ceremonies. It biggest cultural faux pax is its honour code, a piece of Montanan heritage taken as seriously as some of the traditions of Moclus.

That and many other mannerisms make Montana's good friends to have, and powerfully frightening enemies. It has also led to numerous blood feuds, skirmishes, and in the founding years of the colony nearly wiped itself out in a civil war called The Unsettlement. Modern philosophers suspect that the darker aspects of mankind's past were excised from their homeworld, and deposits on Montana as a survival strategy. A Montana would say they'd just matured like good sipping whisky.

Or cheese.

Reggie 'Mad' Hawthorn was born to one of the founding families, and little was expected of him save to take on his father's legacy and run the family ranch (Minor interstellar trading house that it was). But Reggie wanted more to life than spreadsheets, the refined company (Well, refined by Montana standards) and the docile life his father had enjoyed.

He wanted the stars.

Starfleet Academy, academically speaking, was easy enough for Reggie to handle. His mind was keen, his enthusiasm for every aspect of his chosen field of study evident. But his temper, when riled, got him in more fist fights and brawls with fellow classmates that were deemed healthy. He graduated near the top 10% of his class, but with his black marks weighing him down, he was not assigned the most plum of assignments.

But he was in space, which was the win had been looking for. Not bad for a farm boy from the ranches of Montana. His assignment within the Starfleet were mostly backwater settlements and outposts, places were the unrefined personality of a Montanan would not be out of place. Reggie saw it as one endless summer vacation, as setting up a planetary power grid in a meteor storm was easy compared to rangling a three-horned gruggalo.

He rose through due to this steady workmanlike approach to his life, attaining the rank of Chief Engineering at a Lieutenant Commander’s billing aboard the USS Black Hawk. It was here he was approached to work for the Advanced Starship Design Bureau, designing the next generation of starships. It was also here he met Admiral Farnsworth, the same Admiral with a twitchy left hand that had to be replaced after an unfortunate industrial accident during a tour of the USS Valour.

Shortly after that Reggie was busted to Lieutenant JayGee and assigned to Cadet Purgatory, where he'd either serve out his twenty-five years in the service or die in the attempt. And given his fondness for home brewing with warp coils and hops, there is always a chance he might get a Viking funeral.
Service Record Starbase 36
Starfleet Luna
USS Donnelly
Mining Station 69
USS Black Hawk
Starfleet Advanced Design Bureau Never Mind