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Jameson Bardolph

Jameson "Whiskey" Bardolph

JAMESON G. BARDOLPH

 

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Currently Assigned: USS Republic

Current Position: Assistant Security Officer

Current Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade

 

Full Name: Jameson "Whiskey" Gordon Bardolph

Race: Human.

Sex: Male

POB: Private trading vessel SS Fenrir.

 

APPEARANCE:

Height: 1.68 m (5 ft., 6 in.)

Weight: 63.50 kg (140 lbs)

Hair: Dark brown, short.

Eyes: Hazel.

Retinal scan on file: Yes.

 

FAMILY:

Adam Spencer Bardolph -- Father; born in New York City, Earth. Occupation: Ship's engineer, private trading vessel SS Fenrir.

 

Theresa Bridget Bardolph -- Mother; born in San Francisco, Earth. Occupation: Security specialist, private trading vessel SS Fenrir.

 

Casey Allison "Magnet" Bardolph -- Sister, born aboard SS Fenrir. Occupation: Assistant Engineer, USS Marburg (NCC-63102-A, Akira-class).

PERSONAL HISTORY:

 

The SS Fenrir is a private cargo freighter captained by Delia Harmon, a native of Tycho City, Luna; Harmon was an intelligent, good-humored commander and extremely shrewd negotiator, one who took pains to surround herself with the most intelligent and accomplished crew that she could find. Adam Bardolph and Theresa Gordon were among that crew -- the former a cheerful and unorthodox engineer, the latter a strong and quick-witted security chief -- and Harmon worked with both of them for many years; the three of them, along with the large crew who served with them aboard the Fenrir, quickly became known as one of the most successful private trading ventures in the Alpha Quadrant. No one was more pleased than Harmon when she learned that her two friends and subordinates had fallen in love and were interested in getting married, and rather than lose the assets they provided, she allowed them to marry, live, and raise a family on board the Fenrir.

 

Casey and Jameson Bardolph, their children, therefore had the unmatched opportunity to grow up in the bowels of a cargo freighter. They were inseparable for most of their young lives -- their jungle gyms were service crawlways, their toys hyperspanners and discarded warp coils. They spent their days exploring the ship, helping their father with repair work and getting to know the language of security, piloting, and trade from their mother and Captain Harmon, who was their godmother. While his older sister discovered an affinity for the engineering work of their father, Jameson (nicknamed "Whiskey" by a crew member with a penchant for wordplay and a glass of Jameson's Irish) took more after their mother, following her on her security rounds of the ship as a youngster and, when he was old enough, accompanying trading teams from the ship as part of his mother's guard teams.

 

He was an energetic young man, short, wiry, and agile. A childhood spent crawling through the bowels of the Fenrir gave him the ability to agilely slip through tiny spaces, find cover in unorthodox places, and maintain a comfortable position in uncomfortably situated stakeouts. Equally comfortable in silence or vivacity, he had an easy manner that was eminently adaptable to every situation. He was a good listener and paid attention on the trading runs he accompanied, learning a smattering of a wide number of languages, and could handle himself in a trade negotiation or barfight by the time he was eighteen.

 

He followed three years behind his sister into Starfleet Academy, and graduated with good grades, majors in shipboard security and weapons training and a minor in damage-control triage engineering. As both Bardolphs were able to coast through with less than the average amount of work, given their "field" experience, they both had active social lives. Jameson had a wide circle of friends; when it came to women he tended to circulate, his mindset too energetic to hold onto the permanent relationships he attempted. He was often mischievous, definitely cocky and confident that his experience aboard the Fenrir had prepared him for all situations. Generally his professors passed him without liking him a great deal -- his cockiness never quite passed into insubordination but often hovered right on the line -- but they could not deny that he was solid security officer material; he could analyze a situation quickly and had the patience for stakeouts combined with the energy and skill for combat.

 

Upon graduating the Academy, he was, to his disappointment, assigned to station duty for two years at Starbase 42; he disliked its stability intensely and put in repeatedly for a transfer to shipboard duty. Nevertheless, he did his job well and received commendations from his commanding officers for his participation in the bust of a criminal ring, in which he further honed and proved his abilities at stealth operations and stakeouts.

 

He finally received the transfer he had been requesting soon afterwards, when he was assigned to the Galaxy-class USS Republic as an assistant security officer.

MEDICAL RECORDS:

 

//MEDICAL PROFILE//

//Lieutenant Commander Jeremy Samuels, Starfleet Medical//

 

Ensign Bardolph edges onto the lower side of the healthy weight range for his height; he has an extremely fast metabolism and exercises regularly. His stature is small but his body mass index is almost entirely muscle, and he has an extremely fast reaction time and high agility ratios, all advantages for his profession.

 

He has been lucky enough so far to avoid particularly dire injury in the course of his work; mainly bumps and bruises, and nothing which would threaten the soundness of his body for further security work. I endorse Mr. Bardolph's transfer to the USS Republic and certify him with a clean bill of health.

 

//PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE//

//Commander Rebecca Lowery, Starfleet Medical-Psychology//

//Staff Psychologist/Counselor, Starbase 42//

 

It comes as something of a relief to me that Jameson Bardolph is being transferred off this station, not because he has not been an asset to it but because he has been exhibiting increasing frustration with his posting here. He has desired a shipboard posting ever since he arrived; having grown up on ships he feels more comfortable there and feels he can do the most good there. The Republic will hopefully provide him with a good fit.

 

Jameson (or "Whiskey," as he is known to his friends; someone in his past clearly had a sense of humor) is a very affable type, difficult to rattle or anger, preferring mischievousness to outright conflict even when provoked. He is extremely confident in his own abilities (to the point of cockiness but never insubordination -- he respects the chain of command) and has a strong sense of the importance of justice and his place as a lawkeeper. To speak to him one wouldn't at once get the impression that he was interested in anything other than food, drink, a workout, a joke, the occasional woman. However, behind that face lies a mind that is constantly taking in the world around it and remembering everything.

 

His cocky lightheartedness hides a surprising depth; though he enjoys his social life, his workouts take him into the Jeffries tubes and the bowels of the station each day, providing him with an hour or so of solitude and time, I think, to commune with the machine as well as the people on her. His childhood's work in engineering and trade has stayed with him; he enjoys tinkering with broken phasers and other damaged equipment in his spare time, and he has a prodigious memory and has retained much of his childhood's knowledge of the world of civilian economics.

 

To the actual business of security he brings the patience of a lesser saint combined with determination, boundless energy, and an eye for detail that has given him an edge in stakeout and tracking. He has received commendations from his chief aboard the station which I thoroughly support, and recommend Jameson Bardolph for posting to the USS Republic at once.

Edited by Jameson Bardolph

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JAMESON G. BARDOLPH

He has been lucky enough so far to avoid particularly dire injury in the course of his work; mainly bumps and bruises, and nothing which would threaten the soundness of his body for further security work.

 

I'll give him his month.....but this sounds more like a 'challenge' than luck. We'll test out his luck....against my lucky dice!

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