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Lieutenant Raine MacLeod

Name Raine MacLeod

Position Chief Security Officer

Rank Lieutenant

Character Information

Gender Female
Species Risan/Argelian/Human
Age 30
Date of Birth December 12, 2268
Place of Birth Turkana IV (Presumed)

Physical Appearance

Height 5'7"
Weight 110 lbs.
Hair Color Blonde
Eye Color Gray/Green
Physical Description Slender with long hair and eyes that don’t give much away. She dresses in a way that allows freedom of movement, not for comfort, but so that she can fight if needed. Doesn’t like people to violate her personal space and will step back if someone tries to hug without her consent. Movements suggest that she’s comfortable in her own skin and graceful. Tends to sit with her feet tucked up or her knees drawn up to her chest, as though she prefers to expose as little as possible


Spouse None
Children None
Father Unknown
Mother Unknown
Brother(s) Unknown
Sister(s) Unknown
Other Family Unknown

Other Relationships

Significant Other(s)/Romance None at Present

Personality & Traits

General Overview +Intelligent, soft-spoken, perceptive, highly intuitive
+ Adaptive. Not one to give up easily, if at all
+ Not gregarious or chatty, feels no need to say everything she’s thinking
+ Almost hyper-vigilant, self-reliant, independent
+ Good at problem-solving, figuring things out
+ Very much a survivor, doesn’t let fear dictate her actions
+ Curious, inquisitive - as though she’s got a lot of catching up to do
Good sense of humor/fun - life has its positive moments. Even back in the difficult times she understood that it can’t be all grim all the time
+ Slow to engage but once she sees you as friend, is very loyal
Strengths, Weaknesses, and Quirks Strengths:
+ Good in hand-to-hand combat using a mixed style, conglomeration of moves she learned while on Turkana IV combined with other techniques she learned on Earth and at the Academy
+ Good with knives and weapons
+ Has knack for figuring out how to get into places she shouldn’t
+ Adaptive, good at problem-solving
+ Very much a survivor - knows a lot about how to make something out of almost nothing
+ Hard worker - and very persistent when she’s on the trail of something

- Very important to her to have her own space; when she’s had to share, she found a way to divide the space so that she had a sense of privacy
- If she feels insecure or is troubled, will sleep sitting up with her back to a corner
- Needs to be armed in some way
- Fears getting soft - so that she wouldn’t be able to survive if she needed to do so
- She can be very stubborn and really doesn’t like to be pushed

* Sleeps sitting up, with her back to a corner, when she's feeling particularly troubled or threatened
* Sleeps with a knife under her pillow and for a long time, with her hand around the handle
Ambitions To be there when she's needed
Hobbies, Interests, Likes, and Dislikes Hobbies/Interests:

+ Reading
+ Workout (Clears away the chaff, makes things clearer somehow)
+ Learning new things
+ Camping out/hiking/swimming/surfing
Languages Known + Federation Standard
Medical Profile Overall health is good. Some scarring on her back which has not been removed at subject's request.
Psychological Profile Subject has led a difficult and dangerous life resulting in hyper-vigilance and a marked inability to trust others. Since removal from Turkana IV, subject has gradually relaxed and no longer feels the obsessive need to remain hyper-vigilant. While she is slow to trust others, she is capable of forming lasting and meaningful relationships.
Defining Quotes and/or Character Beliefs “You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.”
~Erin McKean

“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.”
― Michel de Montaigne

Personal History She grew up on Turkana IV and it wasn’t until she hit Starfleet Academy that she learned, through medical testing, that she wasn’t a native of that world. Not that she would ever track down her parents down though the thought occurred once or twice. No, to her mind, she was the byproduct of a night of pleasure gone wrong and conveniently dumped in the biggest, lawless hell hole they could find. Why would she care if they didn’t?

She grew up hard because you had to be hard to survive on Turkana. While the government had not yet fallen, there were significant problems and the ‘writing was on the wall’ so to speak. She was small, slender (for that you can read underfed), and smart; she created a series of hiding spaces for herself that were not visible to the outside world. She found comfort in small places where approach by others was limited. She nearly always slept facing the opening with some sort of a weapon in hand. Couldn’t sleep without it actually. Until she was 14, she had no idea that any other sort of life existed. She traded information for safe passage or goods. Worked at odd jobs. And never, never trusted anyone else with her safety.

When she was 14, she came into contact with a Starfleet Intelligence Operative working under cover. While wary of contact with anyone, she also recognized an opportunity and over a series of guarded conversations, helped him gather the intel he needed. When he left the planet, with his mission complete, he took her along. And while she was suspicious of his intentions, she figured anything was better than where she was.

He took her to Earth, to his parents’ home in Ayrshire, and it was there that she began to understand what life could be. She still slept with a knife under her pillow and her hand curled around its handle, but,, with the help of a patient and long-suffering counselor, she came to grips with this new reality. She would never be a typical teenager, childhood had been left far behind her, but she could learn to let down her guard a bit. To discover what life could be when you weren’t worried about the next meal or evading capture.

She was not a typical candidate for Starfleet Academy but she was a natural for Security
Education Record Home-schooled
Service Record 2284: Entered Starfleet Academy (Security)
2288: Graduated Starfleet Academy
Assigned to the USS Vanguard as Security Officer
Cited several times for courage under fire
2290: Promoted to Chief of Security upon retirement of current Chief
2296: Transferred to USS America, Chief of Security