Cadet Freshman Grade Micheal Taggart
Name Micheal Taggart
Position Starfleet Cadet
Rank Cadet Freshman Grade
Stats
- 2 Mission Posts
Last Post
Fri Oct 10th, 2025 @ 2:10pm
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Betazoid | |
| Age | 18 years (Human Calendar) |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5' 10" | |
| Weight | 192 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Brown | |
| Eye Color | Dark brown | |
| Physical Description | For a Betazoid male, he looks fairly average. While he has some handsome features, his general look could be seen as one of brooding. His dark eyes do seem to hold a painful past deep inside of them. He has a slight scar over his right temple, from where his head hit a table corner when he was younger. He refuses to have it removed, and he occasionally, almost as a nervous tick, will reach up absentmindedly, and touch it. |
Family
| Spouse | None | |
| Children | None | |
| Father | Howard Spreeline (Foster father)(deceased) | |
| Mother | Alaina Spreeline (Foster Mother)(incarcerated) | |
| Brother(s) | None | |
| Sister(s) | None | |
| Other Family | None that he knows about yet. |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Despite his dark look, and the pain of his past, Micheal is a very warm person, once he has learned to trust. Getting that trust, however, is difficult. And once it is broken, it can never be regained. He does have a strong sense of honor, and the drive to protect those who cannot defend themselves. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | +strong sense of honor +intelligent +loyal -Handicapped Telepathic Abilities -Rage Issues -Unforgiving |
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| Ambitions | Learn all he can to become a better protector of the weak. |
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| Hobbies & Interests | Learning new forms of hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting, painting Plays the harmonica |
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| Languages | Federation Standard, some native Betazoid |
| Personal History | Born sometime in 2385. The exact date is unknown as his birth records were never known. He was found on the steps of an orphanage late one evening. The only information that had been found with him, was a hand-written note, stating that the name he was to be given was Micheal Taggart. That, however, was not any name associated with his birth family. His mother merely liked the way the two names seemed to fit together. A few months into his residency at the orphanage, he was taken by a young couple, who offered to foster him. They were Howard and Alaina Spreeline of Copper Fields, Alpha Retonga III, a small, insignificant mining moon, that was part of a much larger mining conglomerate. Howard had just been hired on as the graveyard shift supervisor. Immediately after they took young Micheal, the new family moved to the tiny, nearly squalud conditions of the tenement housing that was provided to the mine's employees. For the first few years, young Micheal had a generally safe and happy childhood. He did well in his schooling, and had even started to discover his native Betazoid abilities. When he turned seven, the mine leadership decided to eliminate nearly all of the manned positions, bringing in synthetics to run the mine. Howard, though just a supervisor, was also terminated. Over the next few months, the small family made due with their meager savings and other charitable handouts. When Micheal was ten, he had been out with the few friends he had in the tenement, when Howard came home, after looking, unsuccessfully again, for new work. It was clear, immediately, that he had gotten drunk before returning home. Alaina, already drunk herself, set into him nearly as soon as the door closed behind him. Their words grew louder, into shouts, then angry screaming. Micheal returned home during the height off the brawl. He was instantly berated by his foster mother. Though heavily drunk, Howard knew that the young boy hadn't done anything wrong, so a new fight ensued. During the fray, Alaina smacked Micheal around, even slapping him so hard, he fell and hit his head. Seeing this assault, Howard launched himself at his wife, and the two locked horns, moving from one side of the small room to another. During the fight, Alaina grabbed a knife, then plunged it into Howard's chest, killing him. As the fight has escalated, neighbors had contacted the authorities, worried mainly about Micheal's safety. As soon as the knife was buried into Howard's chest, the constables forced the door open, saw both Howard's murder, and the unresponsive little boy, who had blood dripping out of his right ear. They immediately arrested Alaina and rushed Micheal to the nearest hospital. Sadly, the hospital was nothing more than a small clinic, and the on-call doctor had no experience with Betazoid injuries. All he was able to do was stop the bleeding and ensure there were no other life-threatening injuries. Once he was finished, Michal was transferred off-world, to see to his other injuries. Unfortunately, due to the delay of proper treatment, his natural abilities never fully, or properly developed. Even after years of various therapies, he still has trouble reading other minds. What he is able to do, is project himself into other minds with a strength that was found to be threatening. Finally, the social workers came to the decision that, for his safety and that of others, he was have to undergo a form or chemical blockage, to ensure he would not be able to enter the minds of others. He finished his elementary and high school lessons with grades that were good enough to allow him to be accepted into Starfleet Academy, which had been a goal he had had for the previous three years. After his medical condition was fully considered, it was decided that he would be allowed to join Starfleet, provided he continued with his treatment. After finishing the inprocessing, he waa given a slot at the nearest Starfleet Academy Annex, which was located on Starbase 400, located a few systems away. So, he gathered what meager personal items he had, and shipped out. What happens next, is up to fate…. |
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| Service Record | 2403 - Present: Enrolled in Starfleet Academy. Attending Academy Annex, located on Starbase 400. (Cadet, First Year) |
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| Simming History | Have been a part of nearly 20 sims, since finding Obsidian Fleet, back in 2009. During that time, I have created and written over 30 different characters, across 7 different species. The youngest character I write for is a 5 year old boy (with full bio), and the oldest is a (game-created species, known as Ataran) physically apparent teenaged boy, who was 2514 human years old (the survivors of his species were found in deep hibernation, aboard a colony ship) I have CO'd a sim before, and have been a TFCO as well. I have played as Command, Exec, Sec/Tac, Helm, Engineering, Marines, Starfighter Pilot, Intel, Strat Ops, Academy Commendant, Cadet, Barber, bar owner and civilian. I have also played in the darker, sinister pool of the MU and AU |
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| How did you hear about Starbase 400 | I heard about your great Sim from Jamie, alla Deezle Vox |