Amatea Janaii

### Academy Courses

Xenobiology 1-2, Interspecies Anatomy and Physiology 1-3, Pharmacology, Field medicine 1-2, Tactical Defense

## OOC

### Protrayed By

Lizzie

Dr. Amatea Janaii is the Assistant Chief Medical Officer on the USS Odyssey.

## Background

Born in 2375, the only daughter of two prestigious Orion diplomats, Starfleet has always been a universal constant in her life. Her parents applied for work visas within San Francisco borders and eventually sanctuary on Earth due to Orion’s often unhealthy and rocky relationship with interplanetary relations within the Tal Shiar. They were accepted when she was around ten and she became a naturalized citizen in due process. Her childhood and early teens were filled to the proverbial brim of every different culture and alien species one could think of. In a huge city like Atlanta, it was impossible not to love and absorb the melting pot of people that ultimately absorbed her young heart. Though of course, with so many people clustered together like sardines, accidents and messes were always bound to happen- which kick-started what she wanted to do in life rather quickly Ate age sixteen, the youngest one could volunteer to do so, she got her CPR and first aid license, and eagerly awaited until she was eighteen to begin school for something bigger and better. It soon was no longer a big deal to see blood spattered on the pavement on a saturday night or a pile up of drivers all writhing to get cut out of their metal bullets. There was ample scene and opportunity for her to help where she could, and soon enough it became partially second nature to do so.

At 18 she became an in-town medic. Loosely trained and unpaid, more so working with new arrivals to Atlanta off of the docking ships, kids who’d never been vaccinated, Ferengi ear infections, on-call transport in the medical bus to the inner city hospital- really boring stuff. This had to change. She was young and wildly experienced, there had to be more than this. But she would continue for a solid three years.

**Academy years:** She moved to San Francisco and joined Starfleet at age 21 in 2394 with..admittedly low scores in several areas, but her medical skills were admirable- especially for someone with half-ass formal training in the downtown slums of Georgia, it was enough for the counsel to give her a chance..

Once accepted into StarFleet academy, she started making multitudes of friends and throwing herself whole-heartedly into her chosen field, branching out to anyone and everyone she could. She was at least obedient and quiet enough in class, she was here to learn after all, but the courtyards were open season for anyone not careful enough to walk briskly past her or foolishly seat themselves with an open spot nearby. This was actually how she’d met her ex-husband, Kalrek. A Romulan on a Second Chance scholarship to help non-allianced aliens reach their fullest potential, and to hopefully win more alliances. Though Romulans were so few and far between to chance upon in the flesh- she just had to know more about him..which quickly devolved into her becoming pregnant her third year of academy. Kalrek had done the right thing, or at least, what he thought was the honorable thing to do, and married her. The makeup-tests she had to make up her fourth year while heavily pregnant as she was were difficult, but she was excited and happy for the extra tutelage and experience as she spiraled forth in her education, further than she’d ever seen herself going with only gall and self-esteem pushing her forwards. She gave birth to a chubby, healthy baby boy the day before graduation in 2401- she was sent a holopicture of her commission on a PADD at Starfleet Academies' medical center.

**Service years:** Her first assignment was the USS Sidewinder beginning in 2401, unfortunately unaccompanied by her newly minted husband, and reigned under the Captaincy of Captain Yacobi Dathrik. The first few years of the tour of the Sidewinder was supposed to be Diplomatic endeavor as Turkana IV had officially severed ties with the federation, wanting to be its own isolated entity. The Tortugas’ diplomats had beamed down and tried to talk sense, to help them understand why it was imperative for a colony to have the backup of the federation, but as the months turned into years and discussions went nowhere, harsh diplomatic talks turned into a hostage affair, murders, and a ground fight, of which Amatea was quickly deployed into to help all sides heal and recover- but as the fight waned onwards, she was ordered to only heal her own ship members. She would never forget how people died in the streets, begging her to save them, to heal their bloody wounds that dribbled out into the dirt. She’d thought she had joined Starfleet to make the universe a better place..this just wasn’t it. She transferred to the USS Titan shortly after the Federation gave up on Turkana IV followed even shortly behind was her divorce. Kalrek had been ‘kind’ enough to leave behind his divorce declaration when he had left back for the Romulan Empire after gathering all the information he’d needed.

Her next assignment, starting in 2403 was both easier and harder in its own ways. The forty-year civil war had just ended on Mordan IV, and while the civil war had ended, injuries and long-term health effects still permeated the social status of all peoples from both sides. She has spent the last seven years aboard the Titan dealing with the aftermath of the dead and wounded of the war- her transfer only happening due to the assignment being officially finished this year of 2415 and the ship becoming decommissioned.

## Appearance

Standing taller than most females at 6’0”’ and about 180 lbs, She’s athletic and toned, but not overbearing. She has thick, curly red hair tied back into a braid that ends at her waist, light green skin with gold undertones and lipstick. Her eyes are light blue with dark lashes.

## Other Information

* Likes: Human food, all languages, flirting around, long walks in the holodeck and margaritas.
* Dislikes: Know-it-all’s (despite being one), black coffee, and pork. Amatea is a tenderhearted, southern Belle at heart. While she may not have been born there, she feels the community and the history right down to her bones. However, as said southern belle, and as a mama, she will also tell you when you’re being quite a dumbass. She prides herself on being tough- but fair. A necessity if one is going to make it on the grueling fields of Starfleets’ battlefronts, of which she has been on two. Dealing with grown people who don’t like dealing with medicine or doctors- and nearly having to force them to if they don’t wanna die is practically a personality trait at this point.