Micheal Robertson
Male

Place of Origin: Roughneck Ranch, Texas, Earth

Height: 6’5″
Weight: 250 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey-blue

Physical Description: A large man, Mike tends to stand out in a crowd. While his normally serious gaze can sometimes make people nervous around him, when he smiles and laughs, it is with his entire body.

He usually keeps his hair short and his beard trimmed, but, sometimes he goes completely clean shaven.

While on duty, Big Mike, as he friends called him, was strictly a spit and polish NonCom. He adhered strictly to the rules and did not tolerate those that tried to shirk their duties and responsibilities.

He always put the welfare of his people ahead of his own. Even if that meant that he did without something, he never took a comfort if his people were facing hardships.

When off duty, he was the first to break out the party drinks and cards. As hard as he worked, he played just as hard.

Now that he’s a bounty hunter, his demeanor is a bit darker. When he gets the scent of his prey, he is extremely dogged in his pursuit. There has only been one target that elluded his pursuit, and to this day, he still feels the professional disgrace of that failure.

Strengths & Weaknesses
+Loyal
+Dedicated
+Fearless

-Tends to party a bit too much sometimes.
-Will sometimes give more of himself than he can to his juniors. (While this could also be considered a positive, it is listed as a negative due to the fact that he will sometimes take on unnecessary burdens to help those he’s responsible for )

Ambitions: After a successful career in Starfleet, his new goal is to have an equally successful career as a bounty hunter.

Hobbies & Interests: Horseback riding, bull riding, swimming, hunting, fishing, reading, wrestling, essentially everything one can do in the outdoors on a large cattle ranch in the heart of Texas.

Born on his family cattle ranch, named Roughneck Ranch, on the twelfth of April, 2354, his parents were doubly blessed when, less than a minute later, his sister, Emma, entered the world as well. The two siblings soon became inseperable.

Going up on a working cattle ranch, even in the twenty-fourth century, the twins never found themselves being bored. There was always an adventure to be had in the barn or out in the vast three hundred acres of wide open ranch land, which belonged to the family business. Even with replicator technology as wide spread as it is, there was still a big demand for fresh beef and other forms of animal meat. The Robertson ranch had just about every traditional farm animal imaginable: cows, horses, pigs, dogs, cats, chickens, rabbits and even a few llamas.

As Micheal grew to his teen years, he started to fill out, and up, just like all the men of his family. He seemed to get taller and stronger as each day passed. As his muscles grew, his parents and grandparents made sure that his mind grew just as strong and agile. During high school, he was captain of both the wrestling team and the debate team. Everyone who knew him knew that he was going to go very far, so long as he continued to apply himself.

After he graduated from high school, he announced to his family that he was enlisting in Starfleet. As his family had a long tradition of military service, dating back to the very creation of the United Federation of Planets, this decision was neither a surprising nor unwelcomed one.