Lieutenant Commander Conner Wayland
Name Conner Kelly Wayland
Position Chief Medical Officer
Rank Lieutenant Commander
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 31 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 6' | |
| Weight | 200 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Black | |
| Eye Color | Green | |
| Physical Description | Conner is a clean cut, well kept man. He commands an air of confidence and authority and is generally well dressed and put together on and off duty. He's generally got a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. |
Family
| Spouse | None | |
| Children | None | |
| Father | Kelly Bridger Wayland | |
| Mother | Susan Isla Wayland | |
| Brother(s) | Dennis Kristofer Wayland | |
| Sister(s) | Megan Eliana Wayland |
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| Other Family | None of note |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Conner is a good spirited, friendly man with a bed side manner that most people enjoy. He's excellent at putting people at ease and always has stories to tell and jokes to make to help people feel at ease. He carries a lot of weight from his time working with the 232nd Medical Division providing aide for war-torn civilizations as part of a Starfleet Medical outreach program, but he keeps that buried away from all but his closest friends. There's a darkness behind is smile, if you scratch deep enough. | |
| Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths: - Charismatic - Persuasive - Loyal - Honest Weaknesses: - Drinks a bit too much at times - Hides his trauma - Prone to anger in the right situations |
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| Ambitions | Conner is living his current ambition. His goal has always been to do the most good he could for the most people possible. After working in the field with the 2-3-2 for several years, he was eager to gain a shipboard assignment, and the Pendragon seems right up his alley. | |
| Hobbies & Interests | Kayaking, Camping, Checkers, and Guitar |
| Personal History | Conner grew up in a blue collar home, his father a ship mechanic for Starfleet, and his mother an elementary school teacher. Initially, he'd intended to work as a mechanic like his dad, always being fascinated by the inner workings of things, but things changed when his father was injured working on one of the massive starships. The injury was severe, and it was touch and go for a while even with the Federations incredible medical technology. Conner watched as the Federation doctors worked furiously to save his father, and he watched as they succeeded, falling in love with medicine more and more as every second ticked by. His family was incredibly supportive of his decision and happily ensured that he had all of the tools and education that he needed to get where he wanted to go. They were, however, a bit surprised when he told them he wanted to work for Starfleet, not the civilian medical groups. That being said, they took it all in stride and as soon as he was able, Conner enrolled in Starfleet Academy. Conner was an excellent student, excelling in his sciences and medical courses, and having a leg up on his peers in operational and engineering courses after a life with his dad. What surprised everyone was how much he excelled in his tactical and leadership paths, taking top marks in almost all of his classes. His cadet cruise was about the USS London, and the CO and MCO put in a special request to bring him aboard as a medical officer as soon as his tenure at the Academy had ended. Conner served a notable if not relatively average time aboard the London and shortly their after about the Navajo when an Assistant Chief spot opened, but his career didn't really make a splash until he was commissioned the 232nd Medical Division. The 2-3-2 was a groundbreaking medical division with the goal of providing aid and care for non-Federation worlds that were ravaged by war, plague, or natural disasters. They were looking for someone to lead it, and Conner fit the bill and was ready willing and able. He spent five years with the 232 and saw every kind of suffering and hardship you could imagine. His division run afoul or warlords and dictators, fought of unknown diseases in anatomy that known of them had seen, and forged friendships and kinship with people who weren't even part of the Federation. In the time that he was active with them, the 2-3-2 were fundamental in seven new worlds entering the Federation, a point of pride that he will never downplay. The time, however, took its toll on him. Some of the bleaker encounters left scars of remorse, heartbreak, and anger, that are still fresh in his mind and his heart. After his completed his five year run with the 2-3-2, he was ready for a change, and happily accepted a posting as the CMO on the USS Pendragon. |
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| Service Record | 4 Years - Starfleet Academy 2 Years - USS London - Medical Officer 2 Years - USS Navajo - Assist. Chief Medical Officer 5 Years - SFM 232nd Division - Chief Field Medical Officer Current: USS Pendragon - Chief Medical Officer |