Lieutenant Frederick Carlow

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Human
Age		42

Physical Appearance

Height		6'3"
Weight		235 lbs
Hair Color		White
Eye Color		Hazel
Physical Description		With his build he could have been a wrestler or a football player. Wide shouldered and big boned to say the least, one might assume he has nordic blood ties. His well groomed, shock white hair is currently worn in the typical Vulcan style. His hazel eyes sometimes seem to change dramatically between blue, green and brown, depending on the color and brightness of the material being worn.

Family

Spouse		Single
Children		None
Father		Sidney
Mother		Mary
Brother(s)		None
Sister(s)		None
Other Family		Aunt Jane Cousin Kara

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Always thinking of the other guy even when it could be a detriment to himself. Always trying to think outside the box. Even the box we call the universe. Always dreaming of a time when all people can be at peace and harmony.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Highly intelligent, adaptable and outgoing. Never afraid of new situations in fact seeking them. His emotions might be his biggest flaw. People tend to view him as a bit overly friendly. Tends to attract the strangest people as friends. The down and out, the crazy and the needy. Once in awhile, he feels a bit overwhelmed when he cannot accomplish the goals that he sets for himself, no matter how lofty that goal may seem. Forms attachments easily and is haunted by loss because he’s the sort that never lets the good times go. Tries to hold onto memories as though they are capsules in time “in order to re-live them from different viewpoints”.
Ambitions		Utopia, Finding the Golden Eyed Girl, Finding True Love, Finding the Keys to Immortality
Hobbies & Interests		Drama, Cooking, computers, games, music, people, yoga, Karate- Green Belt, Ninjutsu, Oriental Philosophies, Communism Studies, Socialism Studies, Earth History Studies

Personal History		When Fred went to school he never really did fit in, almost seeming the proverbial square peg. He never had many close friends although the ones that he did have, tended to be lifelong. When he would look east and watch the shuttle launches, he would dream of visiting far away worlds and meeting strange and interesting people. Maybe ones who were not on the same downward spiral as mankind. It has been said that when some people dream of flying or space travel they dream of freedom. This could be no more true than in young Fred’s case. He hoped and prayed every day for a chance to get out of the hell of indifference that he felt that he had been born into. During his early years in UCF he studied computer science and obtained a AS degree. After this he decided to try and learn about cheaper and more powerful ways of creating energy. Thus his next years were spent in Physics, extending onto Particle and Nuclear Physics. In his 4th year, a group that had been developing a faster form of space travel, sought Fred out and offered him a position on a top secret project. Since the work was closely related to his own, he gladly accepted the chance. There Fred quickly found new friends. People that not only appeared to accept his strangeness, but almost seemed to encourage him in it. Many of the leaps in logic that would have been beaten down by professors, were there, at the very least, thought of as musings that could have credence given the right time and a large enough sum of money.
Service Record		Recent Graduate : Starfleet Academy He would spend his afternoons in Orlando, many times at the Hardrock Cafe. It was there that Fred had met Sam. A old homeless man he loved chatting with about the day and the things that he dreamed of. Sam also hoped for better days and together they had lunch almost every day that Fred was working at the facility. Tara, a waitress at the deli there, that Fred liked but could never really get much closer to than friends, always took good care of the two of them and never minded the disarrayed look that the two men almost seemed to share. She would sit down and listen to their tales of fantasy, even playing a game that Fred loved. One that involved the use of paper, pencil and many multi-sided dice, to play a game based in a fantasy world. Tara wasn't into it like Fred and it was possible that Sam wasn’t either, but they had never complained and had shared many good times. Sitting on the patio outside the Hard Rock, Fred looked over to Sam and said, “Well man they decided to make me the test monkey for the project.” Sam smiled knowing full well what the project meant to Fred, “Does this mean you're going up there?” Fred was solemn, still somewhat in a state of disbelief about the past few days. “Yea, gonna get my chance after all.” Sam could tell by the tone of his voice that he was worried, but because Fred always had to be somewhat secretive about the project that he worked on, he wasn't exactly sure why. Sam himself had been in the military and could imagine many reasons but felt it was some of the basics and it wasn’t in Sam to pry into his friend’s work. Launch day was no less gut wrenching. Preflight seemed to go on for days. Checking and rechecking system after system for any error. Also making sure the backups were all set in case. His head hurt. Maybe he should have had a bigger breakfast but he had worried about throwing up after the vomit comet ride. Getting strapped into a 100 ton Ion Bomb seemed a bit surreal and to say the least uncomfortable. Staring at the console and listening to the countdown he thought of why he was here. Although he was leaving everything behind, nearly everything had left him years ago. Most of his older friends had drifted away or he from them. The loves of old always seemed like the golden ring on a merry go round. 5... He wondered if any of them would miss him. 4.... would any of them even know that he had left?...3...would sam be ok?...2...hmmm hope I turned the coffee pot off...1...Oh..damn it.....Lift Off!! The Vessel Lurched into space. Pressing him into his chair with enough G’s to cause a blackout. This was the part he had dreaded the most. Its hard to describe what it's like suddenly feeling like one weighed as much as a elephant. After breaking the atmosphere the feeling eased, going from one extreme to the other. The g’s less intense. Then, weightlessness. He checked the reading on the Ionic Drive and Radioed back that all was a go for the separation stage. Thus the automatic separation of the launch vehicle and the drive vehicle took place as expected. Again Fred checked the readings, making sure that everything was clear and stable. He let the ground crew back at Canaveral know that separation had completed and all was go. Another countdown began. 10..9..if this works, it could be a new dawn for mankind and interstellar travel...8..7...all the flow regulators seemed in alignment....6.....5...he wondered what this was gonna feel like perhaps a question best tested long before now...4...3...in all honesty he was hoping it just didn't hurt worse than the launch.....2...1....at least they had provided those fancy diapers....The Scientists, Fred included, had calculated that the increase in mass would create a gravity wake for the vehicle and would cause anything to go around it like the gravitic displacement of a comet. They had been wrong..... ….Two godlike beings stepped foot on Delta Vega. They planned to create a new world. One made in their image. The one called Gary rants about how they are gods, and normal people are but insects, and nothing to them. Precognition, being one of her base abilities, allowed her mind to wander into the near future and see that she was not long for this life. She had only moments to make her final acts worthwhile. To a normal person, it may seem like an infinitesimal amount of time before the end would come rushing at her, but to a god this is nearly an eternity. She knew better. Gods can be merciful. Gods should be merciful. And gods, just as people, need only to be remembered to live on. These things focused her mind into a sword. With its edge she sought one mind that would seal her in its memory. If she could make one person believe. Offer redemption to one being, maybe she would not be forgotten here and now. The terrified cry of a man comes to her. One of many cries to the universe for a sentient being capable of hearing them. This one is close. This one would remember. He is far from his home. A mind frozen and forgotten, drifting alone in space. She sees that his future is clouded. There is a way. A crystalline moment where a small nudge could put great things into play. Too hard of a push, and the small man will be left a pile of madness. Too small, and she would be a gentle breeze forgotten in a hurricane.... http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Where_No_Man_Has_Gone_Before_(episode) A strange woman appeared in front of Fred. Her eyes like mirrors, her body surrounded in a strange glow. Her hair was a golden blonde. At this point, he figured that he was dead. In a voice one might associate with god or an angel, Fred heard, “You are not dead Frederick Carlow. You are between life and death. You must choose whether to die, or embrace a new life and continue on, either way, leaving those that you love and all that you know behind.” Although Fred was never religious, to say that he wasn’t spiritual would be far from the truth. One thing that he believed in, was never giving in to oblivion, to death, quietly. To beat it back in all of its facets if there was any chance to do so. So while it may have been a hard choice for some, for Fred there was no other answer. “I choose life...” Waking in a bed was such a relief, that Fred couldn’t even have begun to describe it. Figuring out that it wasn't his bed or the bunk on the Stargazer, began to worry him and he didn't move right away. He looked around cautiously, examining what was within his view. It was a small, dorm styled room that was quite clean, bright and well decorated. If not a bit strangely. In fact, there was writing in some strange language on some of the pieces of art work. That concerned him. It wasn’t as though he just didn't speak the other language, it was that, well, he had never even seen it before. A very calm voice asked Fred if he would like something to eat. Startled a bit to find that he wasn't alone, his eyes followed the voice and found a strange face. With pointy ears like an elf, and pointy eyebrows like a devil. The calmness of the voice and his features almost could not be fought against when the stranger continued, “You have eaten nothing solid for days.” “Oh wow,” at that moment Fred realized just how hungry that he did feel. The man placed a tray of food in front of him...mostly resembling multi colored jello...maybe they figured for now a bread and water type diet was best. Fred took the spoon, the only apparent cutlery on the tray, cut a piece of the concoction and tasted it, “Not half bad,” he thought, “Nothing like what it appears.” His mind started trying to tear apart how it might be made to taste like that, when he remembered his situation. As though his mind had decided to buffer that information, then feed it back to him slowly, “Where am I? How did I get here?” he asked of his odd looking attendant, his voice low and threaded with no small amount of confusion, if not the sudden, cold touch of fear that the unknown tends to breed. S’Claulan explained that they were currently in San Francisco, on Earth, at Starfleet Medical. He also explained in his unusually calm and reserved manner how long that Fred had been there. “It was almost a week ago,” S’Claulan recalled. He had been sitting in the Gardens outside the facility. He did that quite often to meditate and fight back the Pa’nar Syndrome that had crept into his mind. A bright flash appeared from nowhere, and there was Frederick standing totally awestruck, wearing the equivalent of an ancient Earth space suit. His only words spoken from that time to this, had been, “Oh My, I guess I ..am.. dead,” at which time he had collapsed onto the perfectly manicured lawn near the Jasmine flowers only inches from the wise Vulcan’s feet. The doctors had rushed Fred onto life support given that he had seemed to be suffering from mild decompression trauma. He had been given sustenance intravenously until now. The “kindly” Vulcan was a great mentor and friend during Fred’s time of acclimation in the hospital. S’Claulan made sure he ate his meals and that he also found adequate entertainment. After a battery of tests and a debriefing of sorts from Star Fleet Medical, Fred was not only declared sane, but it was found that his IQ tested out at 210. He was also, of course, suffering from a bit of culture shock. Fred’s “therapy” involved some counseling with Vocational Rehabilitation of sorts. Relearning many of the skills he had from his own time so they could be used practically in this new day and age. He was given a bit of free access to non-secure information such as history and so on. In which he found some of the old games from his time. S’Claulan even would play some Starcraft III skirmishes with him. Looking at is as a chance to study the arts of the 21st century from the viewpoint of someone who had been immersed in that time and culture. Meal times where in some ways the most frightening part of his time at the facility. Many times, he wasn’t sure if the food was edible to humans. To his delight not only did the staff normally made sure the food could be consumed by humans but was also quite tasty. One of his favorite desserts was formed of layer upon layer of chocolate and cake. He called it space chocolate. The times in the cafeteria brought him to the conclusion that he would like to minor in the culinary arts. Seeing it as a great way to learn about the new people and cultures that he might encounter. His Vulcan mentor and companion, also taught him to play Three Dimensional Chess. He found it fascinating for two reasons. One, its simplicity in a time so far advanced from his own. Also there seemed an unlimited number of movement and win possibilities compared to normal chess. He, in exchange, taught S’Claulan to play Checkers, showing him that like Chess a perfect game simply ran into a stalemate of sorts. They also discussed the Vulcan Philosophies, and Fred really liked that they had embraced logic as they did. If only more humans where that way, maybe there would be less horrors in their lives. After about three months at Starfleet Medical, he studied for and entered Starfleet Academy. For a while still he was told to come back to check in with his counselors and make sure that his progress was going well. Even after that he would still take a shuttle over to see his Mentor for brunch on the Sundays that he could. Wanting the chance to go out to the stars and visit more of the fascinating people this new world offered. His own skill set lead him to majoring in Warp Theory, and Gravimetric Theory. He loved the sciences. Applying himself in earnest he spent the next four years there before Graduating as a Science Officer, and with a degree as a Saucier. When he looked out into the sea of faces at his graduation. Fred could see his old mentor there in the crowd, and for less than an instant, he thought that he saw a glimmering set of eyes. Today was much like the day Fred stepped off of the Earth for the first time. He was leaving behind people that he had come to know and care for. At least this time he felt that they were going to be ok. His appointment to meet with an officer of the ship that he was being assigned to, worried him. He hoped to make a good impression. Fred wasn’t sure just how much of a briefing they would have about him if any. Would they know of his past? He was determined to work through this, and do all that was possible with the new life handed to him. During the Shuttle ride to Starbase Alpha, Fred looked over his new orders on his PDD. Some feelings of anxiety came over him when the small vessel broke earth’s atmosphere. This soon passed and he looked out the view port at the stars. He could see many Starships and other shuttles scurrying about. It was an awe inspiring sight indeed. His past accomplishments and failures had been classified and sealed after his “death”. The government had shut down all private attempts at space flight, according to the minute amount of data that he could find. Unrest came shortly after. No record of his attempted contributions were left, other than a partial bit of data that listed the employees of his former company, simply recognized as “Propulsion Specialist”. This had always been his dream. Seen at a great distance Fred could see that the station was large, but there was no way for him to foresee just how massive it was. Almost a city unto its own able to house thousands. He could see people walking about its interiors through the inner windows of the dock. “Shuttle Delta to USS Victory, requesting permission to dock”. The answer from the Victory’s comm came quickly, “Shuttle Delta, you are clear to dock.”