Petty Officer 2nd Class Khlynt Medan

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		El Aurian
Place of Birth		El-Auria
Age		430 (appears in his 50s)
Date of Birth		1961

Physical Appearance

Height		6'
Weight		176lbs
Hair Color		Grey
Eye Color		Blue
Physical Description		At first glance, Khlynt appears to be of average height for a human, with grey hair fitting a man in his 50s and blue eyes that can either be playful or cold, depending on the rest of his expressions. His face shows the lines of time and experience and he usually has somewhat tanned skin, showing that he spends time outside when he can. He has a graceful and powerful way of moving, always with a purpose, with no wasted movements. He is very good at sitting still and observing, showing himself to come from a people of listeners. Usually, off duty, he tends to wear mixtures of heavier fabrics, usually with trousers, a long waistcoat or jacket, often with a silk scarf and a collarless shirt. He wears no jewellery.

Family

Spouse		Nadjesca Medan (deceased)
Children		Daughter: Aurea Medan (deceased)

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Khlynt is a man shaped by the centuries he has lived. As an El-Aurian, he has lived many years and experienced a lot. His people’s traits as listeners is still strong in him and he enjoys both telling stories and hearing people’s stories. His experiences, good and bad, have shaped him. He can be cold and distant when he is on mission, when the tough choices need to be taken. Equally, he can relax it and be warm and charming when that is needed in a situation. He is highly adaptable in how others see him, which has kept him alive in a lot of situations whereby all accounts he should have died. Some would even see that as a selfish streak, himself included, but he has come to accept against all odds he is a survivor. The death of his wife and daughter when the Borg destroyed his people weighs heavily on him even after all these years and he takes the day of their death off every year he had, to remember them. He always finds it best to be alone then, as his mood darkens to a point where he is unbearable to be around. It has also hardened his heart, making it harder for him to let others close to him in his personal life. His weakness tends to be children, especially when they do something that reminds him of his daughter when she was growing up. Khlynt spent a lot of time in various courts and governments on other worlds when he was an explorer and as a refugee, which has fine-tuned his political mind and manipulative streak. He is always able to see what benefits his own goals and has been able in the past to whisper a word here and there, or direct an action, that has ended in a favourable outcome for his own interests.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Strengths: Khlynt is highly intelligent with a wealth of experience behind him gained from years working as a scientist, a diplomat, a strategist and tactician. His step into counselling seems a natural progression with his skillset. He is focused when there is a crisis and able to put aside his emotions for logic for the most part. Weaknesses: Khlynt is still working through the trauma of the loss of his wife, daughter, and the millions of his people who died or were assimilated by the Borg. The years have made the anger a coldness in him that he carries with him more than he lets on to most. He also has survivor’s guilt and will rarely consider his own life alongside others; despite maintaining he is a natural survivor. He is also new to counselling and has had to work hard on not manipulating or influencing people he works with.
Ambitions		Khlynt’s ambition is to expand his knowledge and learn more skills. He maintains it is what keeps him breathing.
Hobbies & Interests		Khlynt’s interests have changed through the centuries, yet the ones that have always remained would be his love for storytelling, his love for music (he can play the sitar, lyre, cello, violin, ajaeng, samisen), his skill with fighting with staffs and double sticks, his interest in exploration and xenobiology, his knowledge of poisons and antidotes (something he got interested in as a historian and biologist) and his enjoyment of teas from different worlds.
Languages Spoken		El-Aurian, Federation Standard, Vaeron, Vulcan, Klingon, Cardassian, Ferengi

Background		Khlynt Kennit was born on El-Auria in 1961, from a long line of respected scientists of moderate wealth and fame. Khlynt was a middle child and wouldn’t inherit the estate, and as such knew from an early age that he would have to carve his own way in the world. In a way, this was liberating. He knew and understood that he would not be restricted the way his older sister was, with the land and the family name to worry on. Growing up in the family like he did though, he was naturally drawn to science. His mother had a botanical garden full of poisonous plants from around the universe and Khlynt learned a lot about what could sicken, kill or heal an El-Aurian. His parents made sure all their children were well educated, that they could have the opportunities they wanted if they worked hard for it. Part of it was when Khlynt’s family were invited to the Summer Gathering, a great celebration for the El-Aurians where they would dance, talk and often make marriage announcements. He was 16 at the time, a gangly teenager with brown hair and blue eyes that seemed cold and bored until he smiled. It was here he first saw her. With dark hair expertly twisted in a crown on her hair, dark skin and bright amber eyes, Nadjesca Medan cut a figure even at the age of 17. She was dancing when he saw her, moving with the music, her shoes discarded despite her father angrily telling her to put them on again. The Medans were a powerful family on El-Aurian and as the oldest child, Nadjesca would inherit it all. Status, position, lands and recognition. Khlynt loved her the moment she threw her head back with the music and danced like no one was there watching. But he was shy and unsure, especially around the other teens who also wanted to be recognised by her. But an idea came to him, and he went to the band and picked up a lyre. As the music stopped, he started playing, just for her, so she could dance on. He played until his fingers felt sore and bled and only stopped when she stopped dancing. They talked the rest of the day and evening, his fingers bandaged with scraps she had pulled from her scarf. It might have seemed a silly encounter, or hopelessly romantic and doomed. And yet…they were destined for each other. Her stubbornness and strength pulled at him, as did his excitement with the universe. She would never be an explorer, but she could experience it through him. Their relationship encountered many hardships, from her duties as she got older to his parents pressuring him to cut ties with her. The underlying message was there: he was not worthy of her, there were better suitors out there. But Nadjesca did not listen. And neither did Khlynt. They married four years later. Khlynt became a Medan through marriage, a young man whose education had led him into science, but his heart belonged both to his wife and exploring. He was selected to join the Everlasting, an explorer ship that was travelling from the Delta quadrant to find new planets and people. It was a four year mission which saw them separated, and while Khlynt spent the time doing surveys and meeting new species, Nadjesca found herself now the head of the family after her father’s passing. So when Khlynt returned, excited to see his wife and tell her about his adventures, he found a more serious woman in her place. Even so, Khlynt recognised that the outward face that she presented was different than the truth he saw in her. But Nadjesca had some duties for Khlynt that could not wait. One of them was that they needed an heir. It was time for them to start a family. Khlynt spent the next ten years on El-Auria, with his wife, finding himself settling into a place in society he had never envisioned for himself. Even so, he was able to adjust, finding himself a natural at the social dances and verbal sparring that happened in most cultures when you reach a certain level. Khlynt could be charming when he wanted to be, but with an eye for opportunity that his wife nurtured him in. There were distractions as well though. The birth of their daughter Aurea changed everything for Khlynt. He was an attentive father, enjoying telling stories to his girl and, often with Nadjesca listening from the study. But ten years passed quickly and with an heir, Nadjesca declared her husband should continue his exploration. After all, he was not meant to be tied down to one planet in her eyes. She had fallen in love with an explorer’s heart and she enjoyed the separation as well. It allowed her to live two lives, the public one and the private one. So Khlynt started exploring again, coming back every few years and staying for a while, He saw his daughter grow into a woman, who had his love for music but his mother’s mind for political intrigue. He would bring back presents from the cultures he had met, ranging from music boxes to clothing. For his 50th anniversary, he bought his wife an instrument similar to a sitar, but for display only. It had been treated with a poison, used as a royal instrument of assassination. Yet the beauty of the rainbow colour the strings had gotten had caught his attention, as well as the stories behind it. For each item he brought home, he told the story of its origins. And so, it went on. Aurea reached the age for marriage yet wanted to wait and take her time to find a suitable partner for the ages. Khlynt would return home and spend a year with his family every few years, finding the happiness of the home something warm and special beyond count. And then, they came. In 2265, the El Aurian system was attacked by the Borg. Khlynt was on his way home and went to help the evacuation of El Auria, trying to find his wife and daughter. But he had been too late, the planet overrun. He had taken a craft to try and get to them, managing to evade the Borg simply by being unarmed and harmless. When he reached the estate, he snuck in using ways he had not tried since Aurea had been a little girl and he had snuck her out from a party to go on their own adventure in the woods. He went in fearing the worst, that his family had become the Borg…yet what he found was simply heart breaking. His wife slumped on the floor holding their daughter, with the rainbow strings of the instrument he had bought years ago in the young woman’s lap. The gardener who worked for them saved his life in the end, grabbing him and getting him out of the building. And getting him off the planet. Out of millions of dead and the loss of a system. Khlynt Medan somehow survived. Like the rest of his species, he was now homeless, his old life a memory he couldn’t resurrect. And he was full of rage and grief. Like many, he drifted, doing what he could to survive. He spent time as a mercenary, hiring himself out as needed and learned many skills during this time that he wouldn’t have imaged getting before. But it was chance that led him to the more diplomatic and political side of things. He spent time with different Federation and non-Federation species. He took many names during this time, from Ephron Faulk, to Khoul, to Deen. Names that he could hide behind and bury his past with. He aged during this time as well, his once brown hair greying, lines deepening in his face. He found himself falling behind the scenes of many political intrigues on planets, his natural charm and mind lending itself well. He always arrived as a visitor and danced the dances he had done on his homeworld, able to single out the weaknesses in a political struggle. It served him well on Cardassia Prime, where he spent several years. The militaristic society fascinated him and with so much anger in him, there was a lot of comfort in a strangely regimented world, where even the political intrigues seemed regimented, following patterns. In 2360, he found himself on Vaeron, arriving as a visitor using the name Ephron Tallas. He was housed with one of the Praetors and within a few years he was a frequent face in the back rows, usually lending his opinion in a hushed voice. When the planet was attacked by the Xaeons, it forced unpleasant memories back into his mind. He had seen one world destroyed by invaders already, seeing it again in a place he had felt at home had filled him with dread. He left, unable to stay and help, or fight. Chance caught up with him again in 2367, when the civilian vessel he was on found itself in the Battle of Wolf 359. Khlynt had just been a passenger on his way to Earth, yet here he was…facing the Borg once more. The ship did not stand a chance. They were evacuated into escape pods when their weapons no longer worked. Khlynt’s escape pod was rescued by a Starfleet vessel, heavily damaged, yet they still wanted to save people even with their own causalities. Seeing this service and selflessness reminded Khlynt of what he had wanted to do when he had been younger, before the grief and hatred had gripped him. Explore. Meet. Khlynt was welcomed in the Federation, like many El Aurians, and found himself in Starfleet as a diplomat. It seemed natural with his background and skills, even if truthfully he could have had his pick of specialisms had he so chosen. But he had been a scientist. And he had fought as a mercenary. The calmer ideas of diplomacy seemed more suitable now, as he decided to let go of his hatred. Of course, nothing is perfect. Neither was the posting as a diplomat when the tensions with Cardassians started. Having had actual experience with them for years and understanding their culture, Khlynt knew from the start that when the Federation gave away territory, there was only a matter of time. They had been seen as weak and eventually, there would be war. He transferred to the Strategic Operations when the war broke up, more for his knowledge than any real desire of doing it. The older looking Ensign always made the officers chuckle, as if he was a curio. But as the battles got bloodier some coldness took over Khlynt. He was able to distance himself from the sounds of the universe, ignoring his people’s natural gifts in order to stay on mission. He would have more dreams about his wife and daughter during the war, often waking up in tears or shouting their names. When the war ended, Khlynt left Starfleet and went travelling again. Usually, he’d be a passenger on a civilian vessel, although he was logged as a crewmember on the S.S Kade for 3 years. In 2388, he found himself back in the Sol System and went back to Starfleet. But he was tired of politics, of the things that before had appealed to him. Having ignored his people’s talents and instincts for so long, he was ready to listen again. And so, he went to Starfleet, this time to become a Counselor. Perhaps it was another chapter of his life, that he was finally ready to listen rather than act or plot. In 2391, he got his first posting on the USS Fenrir, as an enlisted.
Service Record		2368-2372 Starfleet Academy, Diplomatic Corps 2372-2373 Starfleet HQ, Diplomat 2373 Retraining to Strategic Operations 2374-2376 USS Tokyo, Strategic Operations Officer, Ensign-Lieutenant JG 2376 Resigned 2388-2391 Starfleet Enlisted, Counselling 2391-PRES USS Fenrir, Counselor