Ensign Breena Powell
Name Breena Louise Powell
Position Chief Support Craft Pilot
Second Position Flight Control Officer
Rank Ensign
Character Information
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 24 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'4" | |
| Weight | 130 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Blonde | |
| Eye Color | Brown | |
| Physical Description | A petite, energetic young woman in a state of perpetual motion. She is bright-eyed and almost always smiling. |
Family
| Spouse | None | |
| Father | Anthony Powell | |
| Mother | Sarah Powell, née Northstrom | |
| Brother(s) | George Powell, Daniel Powell |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Breena has been described as a shot of caffeine in human form. She is bright, cheerful and loud. She is not inclined to give up, even when it might make more sense to do so. More than one person has found her to be “too much.” The rejection hurts, but she tries not to let it show. | |
| Strengths & Weaknesses | +/-Persistent, and never gives up. +Outgoing -Impulsive |
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| Ambitions | To go as fast and far as she can, for the whole of her life. | |
| Hobbies & Interests | Jogging, knitting, swimming, climbing |
| Personal History | Breena was born in rural Saskatchewan, the only daughter of farmers and the youngest of three. She was an easy going baby up until she began to crawl. Once she started moving, she rarely stopped, except to sleep. She was a curious child, constantly into things. There was at least one emergency trip to the doctor for putting something in her mouth that she should not have, as well as various bumps, bruises and even breaks from her constant forward momentum. Her father took to bringing her along in his work, strapped to his back in a baby carrier. She delighted in riding on the tractor with him, and would sometimes even fall asleep at its motion. Once she got too big for the baby carrier, he rigged a seat for her, starting her on a lifelong love of things that go. Rural Saskatchewan had a flight path that crossed the skies over her family’s farm, and as she grew older it occurred to her that she was not limited to the ground. The idea that she could take to the air, or even space, took root and flourished in an active mind. There were minimal opportunities for flight in rural Canada, unless she was willing to spend the whole of her life dusting crops, an activity that wouldn’t take her into space. Starfleet became her entryway to the stars. Growing up on a farm gave her the practical, technical know-how to get into the Academy. There, she supplemented her focus on flight with engineering courses, on the grounds that if you can’t fix it, you shouldn’t be flying it. While many of her fellow cadets focused on the goal of helming a starship, she became enamoured with smaller crafts in the form of runabouts and shuttles. With their smaller mass, she could feel the movement in her bones, and she couldn’t see herself doing anything else. Now she’s graduated and ready to take on the world from the pilot’s seat. |