Editing Brianna Frazier (section)

== Background ==
Brianna was born to Lt. JG Brian Frazier, SAC-TAC, and Dr. Marienna Adani, Stardate 2374.08.26. Her parents were killed in October of 2375, victims of an attempted mutiny by a racist faction led by the ship’s power-mad human Chief of Security. The mutiny was put down by those who remained loyal to the Captain, led by their Klingon First Officer and including her parents; but not in time to save them, or their Vulcan Captain. For reasons still unknown to her, Bree, just over a year old, was sent to be raised by her grandparents on Earth, Mr. and Mrs. Charles and Della O’Brien Frazier.
[[Image:LtFrazier2.jpg|thumb|150px|right|<small>Brianna's father, Lt. Brian Frazier</small>]]

The Fraziers lived in a cultural backwater on Earth, founded by an ancient paramilitary fundamentalist religious organization. They were kind enough, but they had always disliked and feared their son’s Betazoid wife. They seemed fearful that their little flame-haired granddaughter would turn out to be one of those weird, spooky psychic mind-readers too, so they “sheltered” her by hiding the truth of her ancestry. They told Bree that her mother was a witch who had used dark arts to lure her father away from them. They spoke of their son with outward pride, but Bree sensed a tension in their voices when they told her stories about him. It was as though they felt that, if he hadn’t insisted on gallivanting off with Star Fleet to who knows where, he would never have gotten mixed up with all those foreigners and aliens, and he’d probably be safe at home, minding his own business. They didn’t know where they failed with him, but they were determined to make sure that their Bree would make up for all the waywardness of her father, and fulfill their hopes and dreams where he had failed.

Bree did her best to oblige, but she always felt…different. At the age of fifteen, she was pledged to be married to a “nice” boy chosen by negotiation between the couple’s parents, as was the local custom. But as she stood at the alter beside him, the full force of his intentions toward her hit her like a tidal wave. She ran away in horror. 

[[image:MdmLD.gif|thumb|100px|left|<small>Madame LeDeaux</small>]]She could not go back. She had disgraced her family. So, she traveled to the Big City. There, she received the education of a young runaway, but she was strong; and lucky. She was “discovered” within a month by one Madame ‘Sherry’ LeDeaux, a fine lady of Creole extraction. Mme. LeDeaux considered her ‘profession’ to be legitimate, if not strictly respectable; and she treated her girls like family. Thus, Bree was spared much of the more severe trauma that she might have otherwise experienced, being from a fringe group that had never acquired for her the IDs and codes that would have allowed access to the provisions available to the mainstream. However, Bree discovered for herself that the elimination of poverty and greed so touted by the more privileged members of modern Earth society was largely a wishful myth. Human nature dictates that wherever a demand exists for any commodity, there will be some who are willing to exploit it for personal gain. However, Bree’s natural intelligence and academic aptitude enabled her, through pure stubbornness and determination, to rise above life on the streets and educate herself in more constructive manner. 

During her employment by Madame LeDeaux, Bree encountered many non-human sentient species for the first time. She found the “foreigners and aliens” she met there more fascinating than frightening, and so set out to study their cultures on her own as the opportunity allowed, encouraged by Mme. LeDeaux. By the time she was twenty, Bree was the Madame’s star performer; but the older woman felt she had the potential to move on. So, Mme. LeDeaux made arrangements with a good friend of hers in New York for Bree to join the concierge of a major hotel there. It meant a considerable reduction in compensation, but Bree’s ‘professional’ services would no longer be required, and thus she would have the opportunity to integrate fully into mainstream society. Bree agreed with the move, but she found she was homesick for her New Orleans home for some time. Mme. LeDeux had been more like a mother to her that her grandmother had been. She still keeps in touch with the aging lady as she is able. 

In New York, Bree met her first Betazoid; a Starfleet recruiter from the 52nd Fleet, who immediately recognized Bree for what she was. Through this woman’s mentorship, Bree managed not only to finish her Master’s degree, but to discover the truth about her parentage; and she began to develop her gift of empathy. Bree’s mentor encouraged Bree to apply for entry into Starfleet Academy after graduation.

Bree had never been off planet before graduation from Starfleet Academy, but she had learned a thing two about how many kinds of sentient beings behave and interact through life experience. She worked as a hooker, a maid, a librarian, a nanny, as a food service associate, as a receptionist at a hotel, and other odd jobs common to students who must work their way through school. She had also long displayed an intuitive grasp of computer operations. Her “creative” use of software was well known amongst her associates. It was rumored that she was in possession of knowledge for which she did not technically have clearance; but since no one was able to prove it, and Bree displayed discretion and moral scruples in her use of the information she acquired, few were motivated to try. 

Bree’s greatest strength is her excellent education in the cultural structures on many planets, coupled with her intelligence, her empathy, and her capacity to be tough as nails at need. In short; she works very well with all kinds of sentient creatures, and almost equally well with electronic systems.  She is also facile with many types of martial arts, both armed and unarmed. Aside from a minor, rarely recurring medical condition, Bree is in excellent physical health, due partially to her early talents with unarmed self-defense.

Bree is, to an extent, still struggling to come to grips with who and what she really is.