Ensign Cormac MacArthur

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Human
Age		26
Discord Name		TechnoDodo
Theme Song
Sexual Orientation		Straight
Status Passes Level		Level 0

Physical Appearance

Height		5' 9"
Weight		205 lbs
Hair Color		Brown
Eye Color		Gold

Family

Personality & Traits

Strengths & Weaknesses		+ Reflexes + Eyesight/Coordination +/- Passionate - Adrenaline Junkie - Stoner
Ambitions		Continue to fly and serve his calling with Starfleet.

History

Personal History		Son of a farmer, Cormac was always a dreamer, wanting to do something more. His family, however, were always very strict and didn't want him to be in danger or leave the community in which they lived. But one day, when he was ten, he was on his own in the fields, whilst his parents were busy in town (Another farmer was nearby watching him if needed) when a fighter landed nearby, with engine problems. He was waiting for pickup when Cormac saw him. He was impressed, and the pilot let him sit in the cockpit, showing him the fighter. He was on his way to a show when there was a minor engine malfunction, but he didn't have the part needed. Cormac recognized a similar issue with equipment his family used and pointed out the fault. The pilot told him that there was a show next week, and gave him tickets. He snuck away as he knew his parents wouldn't let him go, and he saw the pilot again. The pilot showed his fellow pilots the farm boy who had seen what engineers hadn't, and even took him up in the air. His mind made up, Cormac knew he was going to be a fighter. He studied every aerial battle in the history of mankind, and when he was 18, he applied to join the flight school through Starfleet. The head of the school was, at that time, the same pilot Cormac had helped before, so accepted him in and kept an eye on his progress, even tutoring him, seeing a spark of brilliance in him, the same spark he himself had found in himself. After many years of training in various mock battles, Cormac's test came when he and a squadron of twenty-five various shuttles took on a Borg Diamond. After several hours of battling and taking heavy losses, they won the battle. Limping back to the outpost, Cormac decided he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Fortunately for him, he got notice that there was a need for a security detail for a mission with a potential for no return. With the help of his old friend, he was able to get assigned to protect the ship called SS Titan on escort dutyFrom the sun-drenched, dust-filled fields of a remote farming planet, a young Cormac emerged, a dreamer amidst the practicality of agrarian life. His family, deeply rooted in tradition and wary of the dangers beyond their community, instilled in him a strict adherence to their way of life. Yet, Cormac harbored a secret yearning for something more, a desire to touch the stars he gazed upon each night. One sweltering afternoon, when he was but ten years old, Cormac found himself alone in the vast expanse of the family fields, his parents busy with errands in the nearby town. A watchful neighbor, another farmer toiling in the adjacent fields, cast a casual eye over him, a silent guardian in the tranquil landscape. It was then, amidst the drone of unseen insects and the scent of ripening crops, that the unexpected happened. A sleek, silver fighter, its engine sputtering with an unsettling cough, descended from the sky, kicking up a whirlwind of dust as it landed nearby. The pilot, a figure of effortless coolness and expertise, emerged, surveying his damaged craft with a practiced eye. He was awaiting pickup, a minor engine malfunction having forced his unscheduled landing. Cormac, his young eyes wide with wonder, crept closer, drawn by an irresistible curiosity. The pilot, sensing the boy's awe, offered a genuine smile and, to Cormac's utter delight, invited him to sit in the cockpit. The interior of the fighter was a symphony of blinking lights, intricate dials, and smooth, gleaming surfaces – a world utterly unlike anything Cormac had ever known. The pilot, observing the boy's fascination, patiently explained the fighter's functions, a narrative of power and precision that captivated Cormac's every fiber. As the pilot detailed the specific engine problem, a subtle recognition sparked in Cormac's mind. The pilot spoke of a particular component, a part needed for a show he was on his way to, and the young farmer’s son, surprisingly, recognized a similar issue with the complex machinery his family used in the fields. With a quiet confidence that belied his age, Cormac pointed out the precise fault, an almost instinctive understanding guiding his hand. The pilot, astonished by the boy's keen observation, a detail that even trained engineers had overlooked, chuckled in genuine amusement. He then, with a playful glint in his eye, extended an invitation that would forever alter the course of Cormac's life: tickets to the air show next week. Cormac knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that his parents would never permit such a venture. So, with a rebellious spirit burgeoning within him, he snuck away, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. At the show, amidst the roar of engines and the cheering crowds, he found the pilot again, a familiar face in a sea of strangers. The pilot, true to his word, introduced Cormac to his fellow pilots, speaking with pride of the young farm boy who possessed an insight that defied expectation. And then, a moment etched forever in Cormac's memory, the pilot took him up in the air. The world unfurled beneath them, a vast, breathtaking panorama that ignited an unquenchable fire within Cormac. In that moment, soaring above the world, his mind was made up: he was going to be a fighter pilot. From that day forward, Cormac's life became a relentless pursuit of this singular dream. He devoured every piece of information he could find, immersing himself in the history of aerial battles, studying tactics, strategies, and the lives of legendary pilots. He trained his mind, sharpening his reflexes, and honing his spatial awareness, preparing himself for the day he would don a flight suit. When he reached the age of eighteen, a young man forged by determination and a burning desire, Cormac applied to join the elite flight school through Starfleet. Unbeknownst to him, the head of the school at that time was none other than the very pilot he had helped years ago. Recognizing the name, and remembering the extraordinary spark of brilliance he had witnessed in the young boy, the head of the school accepted Cormac into the prestigious program. He kept a close eye on Cormac's progress, a silent mentor guiding his protégé. He even took Cormac under his wing, tutoring him, seeing in the young man the same raw talent and innate understanding that he himself had discovered within himself so many years ago. Years of rigorous training followed, a demanding gauntlet of simulated dogfights, complex maneuvers, and strategic planning. Cormac excelled, his natural aptitude for aerial combat blossoming under the tutelage of the best. He participated in countless mock battles, each one honing his skills, sharpening his instincts, and preparing him for the real challenges that lay ahead. The true test of Cormac's abilities came during a harrowing engagement against an enemy that embodied relentless perfection: a Borg Diamond. Cormac, leading a squadron of twenty-five diverse shuttles, found himself plunged into a desperate struggle for survival. For several grueling hours, they battled, a relentless dance of evasion and attack against the unyielding Borg. Losses mounted, the cold, unfeeling efficiency of the Borg claiming shuttle after shuttle, but Cormac and his remaining squadron fought with a ferocity born of desperation and an unyielding will to survive. Finally, after an eternity of conflict, they emerged victorious, battered and scarred, but triumphant. Limping back to the outpost, the silence in the cockpit a stark contrast to the cacophony of battle, Cormac reflected on the intense encounter. A strange exhilaration coursed through him, a realization that resonated deep within his core: he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline-fueled dance between life and death. The calculated risk, the precision of his movements, the strategic mind games – these were the things that truly ignited his spirit. Fortunately for Cormac, fate, it seemed, had a plan for him. Soon after his triumphant return, he received a notice, an urgent dispatch detailing a pressing need for a security detail. The mission was shrouded in an ominous mystique, described simply as having "a potential for no return." The words, rather than instilling fear, stirred a thrill within him. With the invaluable assistance of his old friend, the very pilot who had set him on this path, Cormac was able to secure an assignment. His new mission: to protect a ship named the SS Titan, on escort duty into the unknown. The adventure he had always craved, the true test of his abilities, was finally at hand.
Service Record		Starfleet Academy Fighter Training - 4 years USS Norway - 2 years - Fighter pilot SB 121 'Mercy' - 2 years - Fighter pilot SS Titan - Escort Fighter Pilot

Inventory

Personal Armaments

Class III phaser pistol

Medical

Mental Health		Obsessive over flying. Hates long-term grounding. Undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder.
Physical Health		Healthy as can be. No STD's. Year long birth control 6/6/2413.