Name: Sorel, Marcus

Past RPG experience: WWTBAJ Episodes II-IV, Brotherhood Wars, Starbase Discovery, USS Perseverance, USS Lexington, USS Challenger, NX Lexington and many more…

Race: Human, all human, nothing but human, will always be human...

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Date of Birth: February 23 2343

Place of Birth: USS Ticonderoga

Character History::

Early Life: Sorel was born aboard the USS Ticonderoga as really more of an accident. His father, a diplomat had taken the family on what had promised to be a long and boring mission to negotiate a trade agreement between the Acrenians and Septagons, two planets that had only recently been engaged in a war with far more zeal than sense. It was on that cruise that Mr. Sorel’s wife, Martha was pregnant with their son. Despite the potential problems, the two continued on the mission anyway. It was long as promised, and eight months into the talks, Marcus was born. He was born into a world of colorful lights and dials and unimaginative wonder, for the first few years of his life anyway. Marcus would spend the majority of his time aboard starships as his father dragged them about the galaxy, and at the age of ten, he expressed interest in joining Starfleet. His parents were not pleased. His mother had never really liked the fleet, believed it was bad for the family, and the father agreed because of how much time he spent being ferried across the stars as a sort of interstellar janitor, fixing things up when needed. But Marcus was determined, and in a few years when teenage rebellion kicked in, he was outright obstinate about it. And at eighteen, Marcus’s journey to the stars began.

Starfleet Academy/Imperial War College (For Romulans): Sorel joined Starfleet at the ripe age of 18, on his 18th birthday as it stands. His parents were none to happy about the decision but as rebellious decisions go it turned out rather nicely. His first inclinations were to the Tactical/Security field, breaking heads and starships as it were, but as he began down that path, he found himself becoming board, endless talk of battlefield tactics and tests on law were hardly interesting to him. So, after speaking with his Psychology Professor, a minor course he had take on a whim, he transferred the Medical arts. He excelled, his skill as a physician left much to be desired and Sorel himself often joked how putting a scalpel in his hand was asking for trouble, but he excelled in Psychology, what made people tick besides the squishy bits. He liked getting inside peoples heads and helping them work through problems, when all was said and done, Sorel graduated number seven in his class.

Past Assignments: USS Freman, USS Hierophant, USS Ticonderoga, USS Mephisto, USS Agamemnon, Bassingford Medical Center

Medical History: Broken Arm, Fractured Wrist, Flu, Torn Cuticles, Broken Knuckles

Wanted Position: Counselor