Vos

### Academy Courses

Advanced Tactical Training, Advanced Hand-to-Hand Combat, Strategy and Tactics, Survival Strategies, Starship Armament Design

## Physical Description

### Markings

There is a large scar on the right side of his torso. Typically covered by his clothing, when he removes his shirt the stark white scar tissue stands in strong contrast to the dark of his skin.

## Family

### Father

Koln (Morikoln Dennovel); Breen Dissident

### Siblings

Mir (Desimir Dennovel), Younger Sister; Location Unknown

## OOC

### Protrayed By

Rae

Lt. Vos is a tactical officer aboard the USS Odyssey.

## Childhood

He was born into dissidence.

Secreted away in a small warren forgotten by the citizens of Kosit, and indeed, by the colony world of Zorat as a whole, there were a few thousand Breen living unmasked. They lived openly and freely – until it was time to venture into the greater city, when they would don the anonymity of the Breen once more.

For Vos, raised in the warren, leaving was suffocating. Unlike other Breen, hidden behind a mask since the day they were born, he knew what it was like to be outside without one.

His family was happy, secreted away in their little world, and every night Vos and his younger sister Mir were put to sleep with stories about what their futures would be like when they left the Confederacy behind. They would go to a place called the United Federation of Planets, a place where they would never have to wear a mask again.

Of course, life could never be that kind. At eight years old, his life was shattered when enforcers burst into the warren. His mother shoved the children into the small apartment’s lone closet, and he held the five year old Mir tightly to him, listening to his mother resist, then her final terrible scream. The enforcers found them moments later, and the two children were too transfixed by the sight of their mother’s unseeing eyes to even try to run away. In that roundabout way, Lar did manage to save her children.

They were led away, and when Vos saw his father three levels below, he was already numb. He did nothing but make sure Mir wouldn’t see the body as well.

As children, they were deemed innocent of their parents’ crimes, and sent to reeducation rather than to meet the end of a disrupter. But they were not sent together, and Vos fought back for the first time when they took his sister away.

He never saw her again.

Even if he did, he would never know, as he was behind his mask, and Mir was behind hers.

It would be fourteen years before he saw a face that wasn’t his own. He lived alone in a compound of other orphaned children, under constant surveillance thanks to his dissident background. He went to school, returned home, studied, slept, and repeated. Day after day, exactly the same. Vos threw himself into his studies. It was all he had left.

Ironically, that studying paid off. He graduated top of his class, and was offered a place in the scientific branch of the military. He accepted, because the Breen did not accept refusals.

Vos boarded the military vessels, walked down halls carefully devoid of any cultural identity, past identical Breen, and was shown his quarters, exactly the same as the quarters on either side. He thought of his childhood with his family in the warren, so far behind him now that sometimes he worried that it had only been a dream.

After a few years on that bleak ship, they were sent near the Federation border… and Vos finally had enough.

He went to the engine room that night and sabotaged every system he could get his hands on. Then he was in the shuttle bay, stealing a ship and flying away, the warship exploding in his wake.

He set a course for the United Federation of Planets, and promised himself he wouldn’t look back. But he did. He looked at those stars the Breen called their own, and wondered which one his sister called home.

*I’ll be back,* he swore, *for you, Desimir Dennovel.*

A starship picked him up just over the border. He threw himself on their mercy, begging asylum from the first officer he met. They granted it. The 22-year-old was finally able to take his mask off again. He’d always imagined he would revel in the moment. Instead he was terrified. So many people. More species than he’d ever remembered seeing as a child. They all wore different clothes, spoke in different voices, and looked nothing the same. Vos was overwhelmed.

They sent him to Earth, where he went through the process of applying and obtaining asylum in the Federation. Most of his time was spent with various counselors, who taught him to adapt to his new environment. The rest was spent with Starfleet Intelligence, who wanted to know every detail on the reclusive Breen. At first, Vos was quite cooperative, but eventually he became quite reticent when they began to ask him to return. He wanted freedom, not a job as a spy.

Oddly, it was intelligence’s efforts to put him to work that convinced Vos that he needed a job. He chose Starfleet. Starfleet was the least overwhelming place in the Federation. They wore the same uniforms and worked together towards a common goal. It was the perfect match between what he missed from his old life and hoped for in his new one.

Besides, he thought hopefully. Stupidly. Selfishly. If he was in space, there might be some way for him to find Mir again.

Vos received recommendations from the Captain of the ship that had originally rescued him, as well as the Starfleet Counselor he had spent the past two years working with. With those in hand, he aced the Academy entrance exams – after all, he’d already gone through a Breen equivalent – and was accepted as a Cadet. The next four years were hard, not because of the coursework, but because of the social interactions he had to learn among his fellow cadets. He was strange and a bit grumpy – and everyone knew it.

Originally, he started out in science, because that was the path the Breen had originally chosen for him. Vos did well in his classes, but his teachers could see that he didn’t enjoy them. His teachers soon noted the amount of time he spent in the gym and the skill he displayed in martial arts classes - an activity his counselors recommended to express his anger in a ‘healthy way’ - and suggested that he transfer to tactical. The switch was good for him. The intelligence that the Breen had used to place him in sciences turned easily to combat strategies and weapons development.

He graduated with academic honors, and was sent to his first assignment on the USS Altair. Vos was efficient, performing all of his tasks quickly. His commanding officer only found one fault; Vos did what was assigned to him, and never pushed for anything more. Captain Xane made it his mission to push the young tactical officer, drawing more initiative from him. He was good at his job, if not much else. With encouragement, he threw himself into it, eventually receiving a promotion to Lieutenant JG. However, Vos finally found his time to shine when the Altair was pulled through a temporal anomaly into the past. The captain he’d admired was dead, a green first officer in charge, and they were under attack. With weapons and shields both inoperable, he managed to weaponize the deflector beam in record time, disabling the enemy ship and helping the Altair get away. His quick thinking helped save the ship. Two years later when they returned home, his work earned him a commendation.

The Altair was crippled and eventually decommissioned. Vos requested a transfer to the USS Odyssey, following his captain to a new posting.

## Personality

**MYER’S BRIGGS:** INTJ — Introverted Intuitive Thinking Judging — Assertive

**ALIGNMENT:** True Neutral

**TEMPERAMENT:** Melancholy

Vos is quiet and stoic, courtesy of a childhood spent among the Breen, who don’t encourage casual conversations. While on duty, he says the bare minimum, each word carefully chosen and straight to the point. Over the years, he has relaxed slightly while off duty, slowly learning social interaction. It’s only in the past few years that he’s found a rather wicked, sarcastic sense of humor. And by found… he means used once or twice.

## Psych Evaluation

Vos harbors a lot of residual anger at the Breen, mainly for the loss of his sister. He had accepted that there is nothing he can do to save her, but he still blames himself for letting the Breen separate them in the first place. He’s spoken to counselors about it before, and never found their words to be useful. In Vos’s opinion, nothing they can say will get him to forgive himself. That guilt is the only part of Mir he has left, and he clings to it.

Vos is an exemplary officer. He values the freedom he found for himself, but he is still from a society that teaches absolute obedience. He obeys orders without question, even if he should be questioning them.

## Medical

Vos is perfectly healthy and in peak physical condition. The Silwaan are not well known to Federation science, but they are very similar to other humanoid species.

## Random Facts

* Likes: His family, fighting, living without a mask
* Dislikes: Breen, crowds, parties
* Most people don’t know he’s a Breen when they see him. Vos does not wear the armor normally associated with the Breen. And barely anyone has ever seen a Silwaan, since the rest of his species is wearing a Breen mask.
* Andivos Dennovel is Vos’s name according to Silwaan traditions, and is only known by his family. Vos is his official name given by the Breen. When he was first awarded asylum in the Federation, Vos considered openly using his true name, but ultimately decided against it. It would be too strange to hear such personal words on a stranger’s lips. It is not on any of his official records.
* Since he was raised in a masked culture, Vos has no instinctual knowledge of facial expressions and how they can convey emotions. Because of this, he often comes off rather clueless. The Breen rely on head tilts and hand movements, so he will often come away with the wrong impressions after a conversation with someone who ‘speaks with their hands.’
* Even though living openly is what he always wanted, there are still times where Federation society can be very overwhelming to him. He prefers the controlled environment of a starship. Faces are unmasked, but everyone is still in uniform. Because of this, Vos will typically volunteer to stay on board during shore leave.
* Vos reads every intelligence report on the Breen he can get his hands on, looking for a way to rescue his sister.
* Starfleet Intelligence considers Vos their most valuable piece of intelligence on the Breen. He is often called in for debriefs on Breen culture. They have tried to recruit him many times as a field agent in the Breen Confederacy. He has refused every time, often quite vehemently.

## The Breen Confederacy

Breen is the collective name taken by all species that reside within the worlds of the Breen Confederacy. Breen society is composed of members of as many as a dozen species, all hidden beneath identical suits and helmets.

Like the Federation, the Breen Confederacy is a group of planets that banded together to form a government. However, unlike the Federation, they decided that the way to end discrimination, racism, and sexism was to erase all the differences. They all wear the exact same masks. They all have gender neutral names. They all wear suits designed to support – and hide – distinctive features from every rise. The perfect blind society, Breen are judged by merit alone.

The Breen are a subterranean culture, building vast metropolises beneath the surfaces of Class M worlds.

Breen Dissidence Movement introduced in: https://memory-beta.fandom.com/wiki/Zero\_Sum\_Game