Brianna Frazier
Brianna Marie Frazier is a tall, fit, strong human woman; slender, not brawny, but more sturdy than willowy. At five feet and eleven inches, with copper hair, green eyes, and a light but rosy complexion, she looks like the daughter of a line of Celtic warriors that she is. She graduated from Starfleet Academy on Stardate 2407.01.18 at the age of 32, and was assigned to the USS Champlain as an Ensign JG in Ops.
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.
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.
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 LeDeaux, a fine lady of Creole extraction.
