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Thu Apr 13th, 2017 @ 2:09am
Lieutenant Mikela Reyes
Name Mikela Lucia Reyes MD
Position Chief Medical Officer
|Hair Color||Dark brown|
|Physical Description||Mikela is on the short side and compact, with a well-developed figure. Her skin tone is almost, but not quite brown enough to contrast with her solidly-blue eyes. She wears her hair long, in loose, layered curls, the longest layer reaching halfway down her back. She prefers baggy pants or long skirts, to hide her knee brace on the days when she is wearing it. Whether she is wearing her brace or not, Mikela nearly always has her cane in her hand or nearby, as a necessary fashion accessory.
Despite her injury, Mikela still limps with a grace that speaks to the athletic capability that she still clings to as the last vestiges of her old life.
|Brother(s)||Jimmy Reyes (deceased)|
Personality & Traits
|General Overview||A Medical Officer should be kind and compassionate, a humanitarian, with a will to heal, mend, and build up wherever hurt exists. She should show her patients how she cares, trying to avoid causing pain, skillfully and gently treating their ills with a nonjudgmental demeanor.
Well, one out of the bunch ain't bad. Mikela tends to be nonjudgmental, at least on the surface. If it's broke, it's broke, and the wisdom or foolishness that broke it won't put it back together. Mikela is a no-nonsense, strong-hearted woman, loyal and straightforward, hiding her virtues as if they were weaknesses under a veil of sarcasm that is more light-hearted than biting. She has an intuitive intelligence, and will do everything she can to help you, but it will probably hurt... and she is a fighter against death more than a healer against pain.
In her personal life, she is still fighting her own demons. She is often sad, and misses her twin greatly. Right now, she has no direction except for what Starfleet has given her, and she will realize at some point that it is not enough. Mikela is a person in transition, still building her new life, and not fully convinced on what she wants from it.
|Strengths & Weaknesses||Mikela is intelligent and skilled at her work. She is also fairly versatile, still a crack shot with a variety of weapons, and as willing to protect her patients as to heal them. She is loyal and tough, and liable to work past her strength in a bad situation, but at her age she has learned how to exercise moderation when feasible.
She endeavors to make herself someone who does not add a burden to a team, whether it be keeping herself in good shape and seeking what she knows she needs on the ship, or pulling her weight the best she can on an Away Mission.
|Ambitions||Right now, Mikela has no ambition beyond simply being useful and living one day at a time. She is still struggling with each day, and does not yet feel as if she has found her feet on her new path.|
|Hobbies & Interests||Mikela still tries to keep herself fit, and most of her hobbies and interests lead her in that direction. She enjoys swimming, and practices a modified kata in order to work her body without damaging her bad knee. She learned how to knit during her time in the hospital, but she secretly hates doing it, and only engages in it when frustrated or really bored.|
|Personal History||James and Mikela Reyes were very young when their parents died, on a backwater Federation colony, of an epidemic that swept over the town and took down a full third of it. The twins survived with the care of a neighbor, who took in the children in addition to her own. Life was not easy for the twins. Their foster parents were kind, but they did get the hand-me-downs and leftovers from the birth children. On top of that, both of them were smaller than most of the other children until their adolescence, when Jimmy shot up in height and Mikela developed solidity. The two pushed through life undaunted, facing every foe back-to-back, winning most of their schoolyard fights through sheer coordinated stubbornness.
Naturally, they stuck together even after highschool, when both of them chose to join Starfleet. Jimmy sought out Security while Mikela easily chose the Marines, but they spent as much spare time together as they could and managed by a stroke of luck (or so it seemed at the time) to get assigned to the same ship when he finished his Academy training.
Disaster struck only months later.
The USS Icarus was the nearest ship when one of the Federation border colonies came under attack by a rogue Cardassian force. Mikela dropped to the surface with the rest of the Marines to do what they could while the ship itself was left to deal with multiple foes. The force, though readily mopped up by the two Starfleet vessels which arrived as backup, overwhelmed the little Icarus. The ship was destroyed, lost with all hands. Down on the planet, the Marines were pushed back steadily by superior numbers until they reached a town full of civilians trying desperately to evacuate. They held the line, with terrible losses. Mikela was the only survivor, and she was so badly injured that her rescue barely arrived with enough time to save her life. Even so, thanks to a moderate allergy to the types of polymers used in replacement joints, she was unable to have her left knee replaced. She was taken back to Earth, where Starfleet Medical did the best they could with what they had left.
Waking up on Earth, having lost her family, her ship, her team, and her very job, Mikela set about the difficult process of putting her life back together. She started taking courses from her bed to occupy herself even before she started physical therapy. Her first interest was biology, in hopes of learning for herself a way to fix her leg. That didn’t happen. Instead, she wandered into chemistry and then into psychiatric medicine. She didn’t care at that point what might become of her. When Starfleet gave her an aptitude test, she trusted it blindly. She had never thought of herself as much of a doctor type, and she knew she certainly was not cut out to nurse people, but the tests, she figured, did not lie...
By sheer luck, Mikela was right to trust the tests. She found that she enjoyed the material, and branched out into the areas that interested her the most. Her own pain led her into psychiatry, and she chose xenobiology for the same traits that made her a good Marine; her adaptability and interest in the novel, even if it meant danger, blood, and lots of hard work.
As soon as she finished her residency, she requested a starship posting. She was done with being watched closely by Starfleet Psychiatric, done with being treated like a borderline cripple. It was time to start pulling her own weight again.
|Service Record||Marine training, sniper qualification and medic training
USS Icarus – 2 years
Medical leave – 6mo
Bachelor’s in Chemistry
MD with focus in Xenobiology and minor in Psychiatry
Residency at Starfleet HQ – 4 years