ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Place of Birth: ISS Reciprocity, Gamma Quadrant

Parents:

Father: Konar of House Tibris (Klingon, now residing on Vulcan)

Mother: Tila Tiwan Tess (Romulan, deceased)

Spouse: LtCmdr. Bevin MacArdry-Tibris

Children: None

Siblings: None

Off Duty Pastimes: Martial arts

BACKGROUND:

Hello, my name is Tabeshk (sometimes called "Tabby"). I am 21 years old, just out of Starfleet Academy. I am Half-Klingon/Half-Romulan and I have the albinoism trait from my mother.

My mother was an Operation's officer on the ISS Reciprocity. My father is a Klingon warrior, with ways similar to the ancient samurai. To the Klingons, a warrior's honor was first and foremost until death. To his clan, cutting off their hair meant dishonor and humiliation. It is by far the worst thing you can think of to do to one of his clan.

During the Dominion War, the Klingons, Romulans, and the Federation formed a tense alliance to join forces against a single foe that no one of them could face. After the War, the three groups attempted to work together with the ISS Reciprocity mission, a Romulan Warbird with a mixed crew. This is where my parents met, serving on the Reciprocity.

I was born from their union on the Reciprocity. Unfortunately, a few years into the joint mission, the Romulans decided to back out and demanded the return of their ship. I was just four years old when the Reciprocity mission ended.

My father knew that Klingons would not tolerate a half-breed who was also an albino, so we couldn't return to Qonos. My mother did not wish to return to the opressive empire of the Romulans (and after the destruction of the homeworld, we obviously couldn't return there). So, we moved to Vulcan, since the Vulcans were trying to patch up things with their Romulan cousins. But, who knows how long it will take to patch up a long, petty dispute over beliefs.

My father was not like most other Klingons who are against half-breeds. Instead, he left everything behind to teach me how to be a Klingon warrior.

My mother also left everything behind to raise me as her little miracle boy. In that, she wasn't wrong, since my survival was sketchy from birth. Mom developed cancer in her uterus and could not have any other children. While the doctors managed to cure her cancer, the scar tissue prevented any future conception. So, I am both "firstborn son" and "only child" to House Tibris. My father never lets me forget that.

My father loved my mother so much that he settled down, and learned to calm himself, not quite like the Vulcans, but calm enough to be a decent guy.

Mom contracted Tuvan Syndrome, a Vulcanoid disease similar to the Human's Lou Gherig's Disease, when I was 12 years old. Dad and I watched her physically degenerate for nearly ten years before she finally stopped breathing. Her last words to me at my graduation from Starfleet Academy were, "Be yourself, my son. I am proud of you." You can call me a "Momma's Boy" if you want, but nobody's mother could ever match up to her.

The Vulcans were surprised at how shockingly calm my father became after we moved there. He became even calmer through my mother's deterioration, in spite of his wounded heart in watching her die that way, slowly withering away.

Dad taught (and still teaches) martial arts to Vulcans. It might seem odd to imagine a Klingon Warrior teaching pacifist Vulcans how to fight, but Dad made a decent living at it, and developed a reputation. Dad always said, "You don't have to fight, but when you do, fight for what you believe in. And fight to win!" He always grinned when he said that last sentence (classic, Dad!).

While I decided, eventually, to follow my mother's footsteps in Operations, I remember by father's training, and often practice when I have free time. He gave me his batleth in a moving ceremony where he passed the Honor of our House from him to me. He also gave me a d'k tahg, named "Red Mandrake", that has a plasma-infused laser along the blade that makes it extremely sharp. Both of these weapons are family heirlooms that I protect with my life!

As for my hair, I usually wear a man-bun, or a top-knot. For my family's honor, I won't cut my hair, but this way I can keep it out of the way.

Oh, in case some of you may have noticed, I tend to be just a little obsessive over MY station on the Bridge. That's MINE. My chair, my console, my station, my place!