Ansen Pawlak
Name Ansen Pawlak
Position Sous Chef
Character Information
Gender | Male | |
Species | Human | |
Age | 29 | |
Date of Birth | May 5, 2360 | |
Place of Birth | Gdansk, Poland, Earth |
Character Type
Starfleet ID
Serial Number | SS-763-9084 | |
Security Clearance | Level 1 | |
Duty Watch | Alpha, Beta |
Physical Appearance
Height | 6'1" | |
Weight | 175 | |
Hair Color | Brown | |
Eye Color | Blue | |
Physical Description | Ansen is tall and lean, with open features. His eyes are a clear blue, like tinted glass, and follow wherever the movement in the room is. He's gaunt, broad shouldered, and long-limbed. His hair is often mussed, hat-hairish, and he wears it long, while he keeps his beard and moustache neatly trimmed. He has a tendency towards wearing hats, sweaters, and coats as he gets cold easily. His left ring finger ends at the first knuckle and there's a Y-shaped crease of scar tissue at his right temple; he usually combs his hair over this. |
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Portrait | =/\= PNPC Owned by Lilou Peers =/\= |
Family
Father | Unknown | |
Mother | Karol Pawlak (deceased) | |
Brother(s) | Marek Pawlak - Assistant Chief Security/Tactical Officer on the Galileo (deceased) | |
Sister(s) | In-Law - Hanila (Marek's ex wife) | |
Other Family | Niece: Ania, age 10, daughter of Hanila and Marek |
Personality & Traits
General Overview | Ansen often seems lost in his own thoughts. In conversations, he is attentive, but sometimes takes a long while before he answers questions, giving the impression sometimes that he's off in another world. He's not, but he seems that way. He watches people with a general fascination, wonders about most things, and is mostly just curious. He like to understand things and he likes to make people smile. |
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Strengths | Ansen makes an effort not to have expectations of other people, so he's rarely disappointed in them. Patient. The benefit of a healthy combination of vodka, prayer, and zen meditation. Nurturing. He feeds people for a living; does it need to be more obvious? Eidetic memory for sound. He categorizes and catalogues every sound he hears, can replay clips of conversations back in his mind even if he doesn't understand the language, and can eventually translate that clip by repetition and deduction. |
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Weaknesses | Absolutely no sense of strategy. Might actually dodge into the line of fire. Can't hit the broad side of a barn with a phaser. If he could get his hands on one. Which he would never be allowed to do once they saw his aim. Lacks personal ambition. Perfectly content to ride the wave of life and see where it takes him. |
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Hobbies & Interests | Knitting. Hats, scarves, mufflers, sweaters, and socks for tiny animals are all in his purview. Drinking. Mostly wine and vodka. Expensive tastes. Cooking. Inexpensive tastes. Chess. Terrible at winning, but he plays to watch the other player strategize - not to win. Running. Once he passes the fifth mile, he's in heaven. Intergalactic languages. Learning them, speaking them, listening to them, however they come. 24th Century Catholic. True faith, liberal values. |
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Vernacular | When talking about personal matters, Ansen speaks like a leaky faucet; little droplets of interest amid a vast silence. He is far better at listening. That said, he can be very chatty if he feels that's needed in a given situation. For the most part, Ansen has only a slight Polish accent on some words, but when he's very tired or just waking up, it thickens. W becomes VW; TH becomes D or T (ex. what would you like me to tell you about this sound = vwat vwud dju laik mi tu teil dju 'ab,baut zis saund. Want more specifics? Google someone speaking Polish. I've got links.) Stress is always on the next to the last syllable. |
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Orientation | Homosexual | |
Language(s) Spoken | Andorii, Betazoid, Bajoran, Federation Standard, Ferengi, Klingon, Orion, Rihannsu, Terran (French, Polish, Russian), Vulcan |
Personal History | Ansen was born in Gdansk, in a psychiatric ward of a hospital, to a very unstable mother, and was sent to a state-funded orphanage near by for the first several years of his life. When his older half-brother Marek joined Starfleet Academy and sued the courts for custody of his younger brother, Ansen went to live with him, doing whatever was asked of him just so long as he could stay with his brother. When Marek was deployed, he brought Ansen - then aged 7 - with him. On the starship, Ansen learned how to keep out of the way and began to develop an extraordinary ear - not only for absorbing information, but languages as well. He didn't do terribly well at math or science and he couldn't seem to aim a weapon to save his life, but he knew languages. It wasn't a conscious thing; he simply picked them up by listening, his brain whiling away at syntax and inflection until the translation had been deciphered. He began spending time at the spaceports they docked in and hung around the mess hall, keeping an ear out for new languages and new information. His time in the mess hall, skulking about, earned him the attention of the chef of his first ship and he was quickly roped into making himself useful when he wasn't studying. At first he was peeling potatoes, opening and fetching small ration packs, and running for spices and tools when he was told to. As he grew up, he took on more responsibilities. When he was thirteen, the Dominion War broke out and he and his brother were transferred to the front lines. Ansen shoved himself into the new mess hall and pulled his own weight, also acting as a runner between decks when communications went down, and helping out wherever he was told to. As the Dominion War came to a close, he followed his brother Marek to their next post aboard a smaller medical vessel that was travelling around offering relief aid to ships, stations, and planets in the wake of the war. Once more, Ansen kept his ears open and kept himself busy. When he was nineteen, working as a Chef's assistant, his gift with languages was finally noticed by someone other than his brother. The medical staff began using him to communicate with aliens who didn't speak Federation Standard and wouldn't trust the universal translator. At twenty two, he was the shipboard bartender, in addition to his duties as translator and chef's assistant. When his brother was transferred away from the Lorca to assist a research vessel, Ansel - now too old to be automatically attached to his brother's side - quit his post on the Lorca and applied vigorously to take his place once more on the same ship with the only family he had left. |
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Medical History | His hand was crushed in a door when he was five. Most of it was fixed, but the left ring finger was unsalvageable and was amputated beyond the first knuckle. When he was six, he was shoved headlong into a fence which left him with a rather dramatic scar on his right temple. No current physical problems. |
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Service Record | 2360 - Born in Gdansk. 2367 - Moves to Warsaw. Lives at Starfleet Academy under custody of brother. 2368 - Transferred to USS Kosciuszco 2373 - Transferred to USS Marathon 2376 - Transferred to USS Lorca 2389 - Transferred to USS Galileo |