Name Quincy Halders
Position Pirate Cove Bartender
|Living Quarters||650 - civilian Quarters|
|Office Location||603 'Pirate's Cove' bar|
|Hair Color||Dark Brown graying on sides|
|Physical Description||Plain and unassuming he could easily blend in to any crowd or get lost in the background. Always well dressed - sharp seams, no wrinkles|
Personality & Traits
|General Overview||Basically the 24th century version of your stereotypical English butler - clean cut, proper manners, always respectful, unobtrusive unless needed|
|Strengths & Weaknesses||+ extensive knowledge of formal customs of many Alpha/Beta quadrant cultures
+ eidetic memory
|Language||Fed Common, most major Alpha/Beta quadrant to a greater or lesser degree|
|Personal History||Born to a couple who worked in the Federation Consulate on Betazed, Quincy saw a variety of species on a daily basis. He had an insatiable curiosity and plagued his parents with questions almost as soon as he learned to talk. Raised on the theory that children should always be well mannered and 'seen and not heard' (or preferably not even seen) he learned to blend in and watch and listen. His parents only spoke Federation common but he wanted to know what some of the other people were saying so he started trying to learn other languages. Blessed with an eidetic memory he picked things up quickly. By the time he was eight he was fluent in Vulcan and Andorian and had picked up bits and pieces in several other languages. At the age of ten he started running errands for many of the ambassadors and had learned how to at least give a proper greeting in 12 languages.
When he was ten his young career nearly came to a fatal halt however when he greeted a visiting Klingon delegation from the house of M'Rel with 'Welcome and may you die a warrior's death'.... or so he thought....He scrambled back in fear and confusion as one of the Klingons growled and lunged at him. The leader of the group grabbed his bodyguard by the arm and demanded in standard the boys name and to repeat what he said. The Klingon roared with laughter at the boy's response and told the boy he had used the word coward not warrior. Amused by the inquisitive little human the Klingon spoke with Quentin's parents and demanded the boy attend him for the duration of his stay so he might learn to speak properly and avoid getting killed by the next group of Klingons that visited.
For the next several years he worked for many of the visiting delegations, learning the customs and languages of several cultures along the way. When he was fifteen he started helping at various consulate functions - serving drinks, waiting on visitors, even filling in as an interpreter on occasion. The more he learned the more he wanted to know
---to be continued---