Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Angosian
Age		30

Physical Appearance

Height		6' 0"
Weight		175 lbs
Hair Color		Brown, wavy
Eye Color		Blue
Physical Description		Goatee

Family

Spouse		Ciliaa Aendok (a Betazoid he met while at Starfleet)
Children
Father		Evertt Aendok History Professor
Mother		Suelah Aendok Journalist
Brother(s)		Koel Aendok (older than Rigel)
Sister(s)		Nara Aendok (younger than Rigel)
Other Family		Grandfather: Willis Aendok

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Personality: Rigel is a warm, articulate, out-going guy. He is talkative and friendly. All of that is true, unless the subject comes up about his years in the Angosian military. Then he gets withdrawn, quiet, moody, and is likely to order a double of whatever alcoholic beverage is nearby. Rigel suffers from Post-Traumatic-Stress-Syndrome.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Strengths / Weaknesses: Problem solving and analytical thinking. He will improvise, use whatever is at hand to overcome. If he is conscious, he is thinking out a solution for whatever problem he is faced with.
Ambitions		Ambitions: Rigel wants to do enough GOOD, save enough people, PROTECT enough people, to make people think of him as something other than, "that Angosian freak.' He is trying build a great enough NOW that he will forget what he did back then. (Good luck, Rigel)
Hobbies & Interests		Hobbies / Interests: Rigel enjoys sketching, which is evolving into painting. "Before" he was turned into a Super Soldier, Rigel liked to sketch. He is actually a pretty gifted artist
Languages		Romulan -- fluent

Personal History		Bio for Rigel Aendok Rigel Aendok placed the last few personal items in his storage trunk. Having cleared his room, he sat on his bed and looked about at the bare walls. His four years at Starfleet Academy had been good ones. The graduation ceremony had been bitter-sweet. His Father had been there. His mother and younger sister had cried, but his older brother refused to come. There was bad blood between them. In some ways, Rigel couldn’t blame him. He sighed, out loud, and the sound echoed off the bare walls. In a way, the room looked very much like it did the first day he had walked in. He was a very different man than the one who walked in. How had he gotten to Starfleet? Well, . . . that story began five years before, when Rigel was in a mental hospital. That sounded so much better than "penal colony," but there wasn’t much of a difference. Rigel’s government had tried to imprison Rigel and all who were like him, back when Angosia was first applying for membership in the United Federation of Planets. Captain Picard had seen through the carefully worded explanations of the government officials. His time in the mental hospital hadn’t been a total waste. At least he had finished his B.S. degree there, before he even got to Starfleet Academy. Rigel Aendok was an Angosian "Super Soldier." His race had been involved in a protracted war, for decades. Everyone knew that. What everyone on Angosia Prime didn’t know was that had been slowly losing the war. It had turned into a war of attrition, and even though there were many victories to post in the Angosian media, the final outcome was pretty much a mathematical certainty, so, the Military got with the Ministry of Science and came up with "Plan-B" as the Humans called it. The history of the "Super Soldier" was one of good intentions, but, the Humans had a saying, "The road to HELL is paved with good intentions." Since Angosia was losing their long war of attrition with conventional soldiers. The solution was to "improve" recruits medically, physically, and psychologically. Rigel and the other volunteers were filled with great pride that they would save their people, their culture, and their world. When Rigel first came home from the university and told and his family he was volunteering for the program, his father had tried to talk him out of if. Rigel’s father, Evertt, was the head of the History Department at one of the largest Angosian universities. His father’s objections were not vague or few. He recounted numerous detailed, well documented examples of the government’s best intentions going horribly wrong. He knew that each was not done with any dark or evil intent. Rigel’s father explained to him, the same truth he taught his students. That governments, like individuals generally did whatever they "had to do" any given point, to survive. It was later that things got sticky . . . afterwards. His father had warned him, but like many sons, Rigel thought he knew better. Looking back, Rigel’s heart was filled with nothing but love for his father. He had tried to warn Rigel, . . . . Oh well. The "transition" was quite painful, and took months and months. The doctors altered them via genetic-retro-viral therapy, infusion of nano-repair-droids, and transporter-assisted cellular reconfiguration. The result was a body that was all but indestructible, but completely undetectable by scans of any kind. Rigel and his kind were invisible to any kind of electronic detection. While not that much stronger than before, their bodies were all but indestructible. Counselors coached and encouraged the men (and a few women) who were undergoing the painful process. ; One or two even died as a result of the process. If changing their bodies was not bad enough, the doctors also manipulated his mind. His memory was "enhanced" so Rigel and his kind had almost total recall. Rigel could remember anything he saw, heard, or experienced. Mental conditioning focused on finding a solution to ANY problem. They were taught to make use of "whatever" was at hand.. Even in their sleep, they went through YEARS of training. Their "dream-training" seemed, felt, completely real. They woul d wake, exhausted, after having "survived" on barren planets for months, or frozen planets for years, or battling hordes of enemies for days. Rigel had a life-time of intense training, that all happened over the period of months, while he slept. Rigel didn’t like to talk about the war. Starfleet, being the thorough organization of admin-types, wanted "details" of Rigel’s service record. He could remember staring back at the fresh-faced admin clerk and saying six words before he got up and left the room, "I killed a lot of people." That was all Rigel gave Starfleet. The worse part was, ‘thanks to’ the enhancements in Rigel’s brain, he remembered the faces of the man, (and women) he killed. He would never forget them. How could he? They visited him every night, in his nightmares. That war, that terrible war, fought so long, at the cost of so many lives, finally ended. Rigel’s joy was rather short-lived, though. Soldiers who tried to return to their former, civilian lives found it difficult. People around them grew afraid of them, . . . of what they "might do," what they . . . "could do." In the end, the solution was to banish the very soldiers who had won the war, and saved the lives of the Angosian people. The first "solution" was to find them guilty of crimes they "might" commit and banish them to a lunar penal colony.. That was about the time Angosia, (now enjoying their new Peace,) applied for membership in the United Federation of Planets. Captain Picard of the Federation left the leaders of Angosia with some of Rigel’s brothers pointing phase pistols at their heads. Picard knew that Angosian could "work it out" if left alone. The solution was to try and "treat" the condition. So, Rigel went from a penal colony to a "(mental) hospital." The funny part was, . . . . security was just about the same. The government did try to reverse the process, but, it that process turned out to be longer, harder, more painful AND dangerous than the process of making them a "Super Soldier." All the "Super Soldiers" were "admitted" (which sounded so much better than confined) to the hospital. All it took was ONE Angosian to sign a affidavit that the retired super-soldier was "a threat to public safety." The person who signed the document and effectively imprisoned Rigel, was his brother, Koel. That was the bad-blood that was between them.. Rigel’s brother was the oldest of the three Aendok children. He was always larger than Rigel. He was stronger than Rigel. Sibling rivalry, especially among males, was hardly a new thing. It was not anything dark or sinister that his brother Koel wanted to re-assert his dominance over his "little brother" when he returned from the war. He wanted to show his "little brother" that he was still #1. It was stupid, but not unreasonable. The court papers Koel filed stated that he had "surprised" his brother and the result was a sharp knife pressed against his throat. He omitted the part about him jumping his brother from behind, to show him HE was still the biggest, toughest male in the family. He omitted that Rigel had been cooking, in the kitchen when he practically tacked him from behind. If the truth be told, the knife at Koel’s throat had scared Rigel much more than Koel. Rigel didn’t want to hurt ANYONE, much less, his own family. So when the authorities came to take him to the "hospital" he didn’t resist in any way. So, thanks to his brother, Rigel was in that huge hospital five years ago. While not strictly classified as a "mental" hospital, that did seem to be the specialty of most of the staff. It wasn’t all bad. That hospital was where he finished a Batchelor’s degree, in Criminal Psychology. That was "ironic" given the fact that the Angosian government had him and all like him diagnosed as "criminally insane." It was in that mental hospital, that Rigel saw an ad for Starfleet Academy. The Federation had lost many good men and women during the Dominion War. They were trying to re-fill their ranks. & nbsp; It didn’t take long for Rigel to make tactical decisions. The Angosian government was more than happy to discharge Rigel from the "hospital" as long as he was going off-world, . . . and staying off-world. He knew that if he returned, he would be "re-admitted." With a choice like that – it didn’t take Rigel long to apply to Starfleet. It turned out that Rigel was one of the first Angosians to ever apply. Getting a physical was part of the normal "procedures" for all incoming cadets. When the Starfleet doctors got to Rigel, they were "intrigued" by the changes to his physiology. Over the next three years, Starfleet Medical "invited" Rigel to come by for more and more and more tests. It was not till Rigel’s third year that he finally said, "No." Other than his dislike of all things "Medical," Rigel’s four years at the Academy had been great. Being so "diverse" Starfleet Academy had many races that were considered to be predisposed to violent reactions. When word spread that Rigel was Angosian – most people either ignored it, or treated him like a Klingon, (someone who "might" explode.) At least they didn’t want to lock him up. Rigel was left alone, to live his life, . . . that suited Rigel just fine. Rigel’s enhanced memory did help with classes. During the four years at Starfleet, Rigel completed his Masters and Ph.D. He was 30 when he graduated from Starfleet Academy, but he didn’t look much older than most of the graduates. The only question that remained was WHERE he would be assigned. Just as that thought passed through his mind, someone knocked on the door. Rigel thought it was the transport Chief to take his trunk. It wasn’t. It was a clerk who handed him his orders on a PADD. When Rigel touched the screen and saw where he was going . . . . a smile spread across his face.
Service Record		Rigel has steadfastly refused to give any details of his actions while serving in the Angosian Defense Forces.