Lieutenant James Barton
Name James Prophecy Barton
Second Position Chief Security/Tactial Officer
Rank Lieutenant
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 48 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 6'6" | |
| Weight | 276 lbs. | |
| Hair Color | Chestnut | |
| Eye Color | Green, flecked with Gray | |
| Physical Description | Barton is very large. He’s received illegal genetic therapy and also works himself strenuously constantly. Once he was lithe and trim, but now he greatly resembles the professional wrestlers of bygone days. Due to this therapy, he also appears at first glance to be several years younger than he actually is. Barton wears a moustache and a beard. Both are long. The beard on his chin is touched with gray, the only readily apparent sign of his age. His torso, legs and left arm to the forearm are badly scarred by burns. His torso bears several additional deep cuts and puckers. Though at the surface he is very handsome, Barton carries an air of anger and tension with him that serves to make him seem quiet and sad, instead of attractive. |
Family
| Spouse | None | |
| Children | Michael Erickson-Barton (adopted) (deceased) | |
| Father | Edward Barton (Former professor of Anthropology Studies - Vulcan Science Academy, Terrorist Leader. Presumed dead.) | |
| Mother | Susanne Barton (deceased) | |
| Brother(s) | Daniel Barton (deceased) |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | James Barton is a former Starfleet officer, turned mercenary, turned criminal who fled his prior life after tragedy on Vulcan killed his remaining family. He has assumed the name "Jacen Barnes" and has lived for roughly 10 years aboard LIMBO, a massive space station in neutral space, where he has subsisted as a low level criminal. He is massively strong and fast, due to experimental genetic manipulation, but suffers from crippling depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. | |
| Strengths & Weaknesses | Barton's lungs were destroyed by a Romulan disruptor several years ago in the line of duty. He has been fitted with cybernetic replacements, allowing him great efficiency of oxygen control, greater resistances to smoke or gaseous environments, and the ability to hold his breath" for twenty minutes. During his time as a mercenary, Barton received illegal steroid/gene therapy. As a result, his strength is proportional to a species evolved to high gravity environments. He is not only larger in physique, he is two inches taller than his previous records indicate. Furthermore, other than the very slight graying around his beard, he appears several years younger than his actual age. The long-term ramifications of these unregulated treatments are unknown, but potentially severe. He has lived with untreated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder for a decade. This manifests in occasional paranoid delusion, extreme self-loathing, and night terrors. |
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| Ambitions | Once, before leaving Starfleet, Barton dreamed of his own command. However, the past decade has robbed him of his previous ambition. A combination of chemical abuse, trauma, self-loathing, and life in a dismal environment has left him with no ambitions beyond maintaining his precarious control over his alcoholism, even while depending on alcohol to mitigate the symptoms of his PTSD. | |
| Hobbies & Interests | In his previous life, Barton was an artist. He'd gathered impressive critical reviews while a student performer in live theatre. He taught himself to play both the guitar and the piano. He had a reputation as a voracious reader. While he worked hard to maintain the peak fitness required for his duties in Starfleet, his only competitive athletic interest was fencing. He was ranked 274th in global rankings on EARTH. After his exodus from Starfleet and the events on Vulcan, as his mercenary career blossomed, his attention shifted to focus entirely on physical and martial supremacy. He has spent the majority of his days engaged in an ever expanding exercise regiment, including a variety of Terran and Alien martial arts, strength and flexibility programs, and muscle building. Apart from this regiment, his only passion is for bourbon, a variety of whiskey native to the region of EARTH. |
| Personal History | James Prophecy Barton is a man undone. Once Barton was among Starfleet's most promising young officers. Decorated before even joining the fleet proper, he rapidly rose in both rank and experience. He served as Executive Officer of the Training Vessel DISCOVERY, before being posted as Flight Control Officer, then Chief Engineer of the USS FARRAGUT. During that time, he adopted the orphaned child of an Academy classmate and friend killed in the line of duty. These years were a golden time for Barton. He was proud of his service to the Federation, he formed strong friendships with the officers he served with, and fatherhood agreed with him. He was known for being cool under fire. He developed a reputation as a ladies’ man and a jokester, although he skirted insubordination charges once or twice due to the latter. He grew into his own aboard the FARRAGUT, then was reassigned briefly to the USS ZEUS as her Chief Security/Tactical Officer. Soon, however, in a foreshadowing of grim things to come, family matters on Vulcan following the Vulcan/Romulan secession necessitated a leave of absence. Upon his return to Starfleet and completion of Holodeck retraining, he was assigned as Sec/Tac of the Federation flagship, the USS ODYSSEY, where he was decorated for meritorious conduct. He also, for a short time, began forwarding sensitive information to a resistance movement on Vulcan partially commanded by his father, Edward Barton. As a result of his distinguished service aboard the ODYSSEY, he was offered the position of Chief of Operations for the newly activated GATEWAY STATION. Shortly after arrival, he submitted for a personal leave of absence. It was the last Starfleet officially heard of James Prophecy Barton. Brief references to a ‘JPB’ in insurgent communiques, eyewitness accounts matching his description, and passing mentions of a ‘Preston Willis,’ an alias known to be used by Barton, suggest that Barton ‘went native’ in working with the Vulcan Resistance. After the Fact investigation by Starfleet Intelligence suggests Edward Barton was responsible for radicalizing a faction of the Vulcan Resistance, a faction which became known as Surak’s Resignation. Surak’s Resignation is known to be responsible for a number of attacks and bombings on both Vulcan/Romulan military and civilian institutions. Accounts differ as to whether James Barton was an accomplice to these acts or whether he was working to oppose his father. The most well-known, and final, operation of Surak’s Resignation was a widely condemned bombing attack that inadvertently leveled a populated preschool. This bombing is known to have killed Barton’s adopted son, Michael Erickson-Barton, and was also believed to have killed James and Edward Barton. Following the bombing, Barton disappeared. Wracked with guilt and no longer trusting governmental authority, Barton moved in fits and starts toward neutral space. Desperate, he drew on contacts formed within the radical community and was introduced to a number of criminals and criminal organizations in his pursuit of employment. It is believed that at about this time, Barton began using the alias “Jacen Barnes.” His familiarity with Starfleet protocols, wide aptitude, varied experience, and apparent fearlessness (actually the early manifestations of a death wish) quickly earned him a valued reputation among the criminal element on the fringe. A prospective employer, hoping to utilize Barton as one of his primary enforcers, covered the cost of an extensive, and illegal genetic augmentation procedure. Barton’s physical size and strength increased significantly. The long term effects of this treatment are unexplored (which is a key reason why the Federation wouldn’t authorize it,) though honestly, Barton wouldn’t have cared to learn them if they were. He also eventually beat his benefactor to death in a negotiation session that neither man would have described as “productive.” Over a matter of years, Barton’s reputation for fearlessness became a reputation for recklessness, as both his list of adopted bad habits and the list of unsuccessful operations he ran grew steadily. From the smoky backrooms where two-cred hustlers, goons, and thugs congregated, to the penthouses where the crime lords lounged, conversations were had about Barnes and his awful “waste of potential.” Barnes’ career as a highly sought-after freelance criminal operative ended as surely, if not as dramatically or quickly, as Barton’s career in Starfleet. For the past several years, he has lived in near-anonymity on LIMBO. He works sporadically, mostly as intimidating muscle for some of the station’s movers or shakers. Very rarely, he is tasked with breaking bones that are impeding his employers’ agendas. He has abandoned or wrestled into submission most of his narcotic crutches, but his reputation as a drunk and a junkie remains, and he doesn’t care enough to correct the presumption. He has lived with untreated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder for a decade. This manifests in occasional paranoid delusion, extreme self-loathing, and night terrors. He keeps to himself. He has no known associates on the station, beyond the few kiosks or shops he frequents, and the fewer employers willing to offer him work. He seldom sleeps more than a handful of hours per night, and he spends the majority of his waking hours engaged in strenuous physical exercise. His torso, legs, and most of his left arm bear the pink scars and puckering of terrible burns. The years of violence have added a tapestry of other slashes and holes in his torso. Fully clothed, Barton looks, but for the touch of gray in his goatee and the sadness in his eyes, like a fresh faced (and very large) Academy graduate. Jacen Barnes is virtually unknown to the population of LIMBO, and in many ways to himself. He doesn’t do it often, but occasionally he takes a moment to wonder how much, if any, of James Barton remains within him. He can’t imagine what could break the pattern of his days, the slow degradation of his mental and spiritual orbit prior to his inevitable fiery crash, but fate has a more extensive imagination than he does and has led the USS PHOENIX to LIMBO... |
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| Service Record | Once James Barton was among Starfleet's most promising young officers. Decorated before even joining the fleet proper, he rapidly rose in both rank and experience. He served as Executive Officer of the Training Vessel DISCOVERY, before being posted as Flight Control Officer, then Chief Engineer of the USS FARRAGUT. During that time, he adopted the orphaned child of an Academy classmate and friend killed in the line of duty. These years were a golden time for Barton. He was proud of his service to the Federation, he formed strong friendships with the officers he served with, and fatherhood agreed with him. He was known for being cool under fire. He developed a reputation as a ladies’ man and a jokester, although he skirted insubordination charges once or twice due to the latter. He grew into his own aboard the FARRAGUT, then was reassigned briefly to the USS ZEUS as her Chief Security/Tactical Officer. Soon, however, in a foreshadowing of grim things to come, family matters on Vulcan following the Vulcan/Romulan secession necessitated a leave of absence. Upon his return to Starfleet and completion of Holodeck retraining, he was assigned as Sec/Tac of the Federation flagship, the USS ODYSSEY, where he was decorated for meritorious conduct. He also, for a short time, began forwarding sensitive information to a resistance movement on Vulcan partially commanded by his father, Edward Barton. As a result of his distinguished service aboard the ODYSSEY, he was offered the position of Chief of Operations for the newly activated GATEWAY STATION. Shortly after arrival, he submitted for a personal leave of absence. It was the last Starfleet officially heard of James Prophecy Barton. -Graduated Officer Training as ExO aboard SS DISCOVERY NTV-504 SD: 2411[6]0607.0431 -Received Cadet Star: SD 2411[6]0607.0431 -Assigned as FCO of USS FARRAGUT NCC-3503 SD 2411[6]0616.1237 -Promoted to Lieutenant (J.G.) SD 2411[6]1216.2002 -Assigned as CEO of USS FARRAGUT NCC-3503 SD 2411[6]1216.2002 -Assigned as Sec/Tac USS ZEUS NCC-6001 SD 2412[7]0226.2138 -Took Leave of Absence From Starfleet (about) SD 2412[7]0315 -Reapplied for Starfleet SD 2413[8]0121.1402 -Assigned to Holodeck 1 for re-training, Commander Donovan Pelt and Lieutenant Zakel, OTIs: SD: 2413[8]0201.1200. -Graduated Officer Training At Holodeck 1 (MCO) SD: 2413[8]0220.1400 -Assigned as Sec/Tac of USS ODYSSEY NCC-9000 SD: 2413[8]0220.1400 -Promoted to full Lieutenant SD: 2413[8]0401.0800 -Reassigned to Starfleet Field HQ, Department of Intergalactic Terrorism, Criminal Pathology Unit, Orbiting Andor as a result of Starfleet Cover-Up of Incidents aboard Starbase Three SD: 2413[8]80703.0053 -Presumed Dead SD: 2413[8]0708.0803 -Wounded in Course of Investigation of Starbase Three Bombing, Organic Lungs Destroyed and Replaced with Cybernetic Implants SD: 2413[8]0801.1203 -Reassigned as Sec/Tac of USS ODYSSEY NCC-9000 SD: 2413[8]0802.1500 -Promoted to Lieutenant Commander SD: 2413[8]1108.0042 -Reassigned Chief Operations Officer Gateway Station (approx) SD: 2413[8]1215.2103 -Personal Leave of Absence stemming from Vulcan secession from Federation and activities of Edward Barton (father) with Vulcan Resistance Movement (aprox) SD: 2414[8]1229 -Presumed Dead at Explosion at Public Children's School on Vulcan. Suspected relation to Anti-Romulan/Pro-Federation terrorist cell. 42 confirmed dead, including Michael Erickson-Barton. Edward Barton also presumed to be among unidentified casualties. (approx) SD: 2415[9]0422 |
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| Education | Starfleet History -Graduated Starfleet Academy SD 2411[6]0413.1624 *Academy Major: Command *Academy Minor: Intelligence Additional Training: *One year of full survival training on Andor *Abbreviated Course in Physics - Vulcan Science Academy *Method and Shakespearean Dramatics |