Civilian Adis Voks

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Arkenite
Place of Birth		Arken II
Age		41
Date of Birth		2350.01.27

Physical Appearance

Height		230 cm
Weight		147.4 kg
Hair Color		None
Eye Color		Green
Physical Description		Adis Voks is an imposing Arkenite, his towering height of 230 centimeters making him a striking presence in any room. His broad shoulders and elongated limbs combine an illusion of willowy elegance with a sturdiness honed by his species' natural adaptations to their oceanic homeworld, Arken II. Weighing nearly 147 kilograms, his physique is both muscular and agile, reflecting an innate strength well-suited for his aquatic ancestry. The distinct Arkenite cranial structure is unmistakable in Voks. Three prominent lobes dominate his head: an elongated occipital lobe and two bulbous frontal lobes that sweep upward with an almost sculptural symmetry. His broad, arched nose enhances his stern yet serene demeanor, while deep emerald-green eyes, absent of pupils, seem to glow with enigmatic intensity. These unique eyes, framed by his slightly ridged orbital structure, are as expressive as they are alien, evoking curiosity and a quiet wisdom. Unlike the more common ashen-gray complexion of his species, Voks’s skin carries a ruddier hue, hinting at a subtle environmental or genetic variation. His skin is smooth, with a faint sheen that reflects his species’ aquatic evolution. His lack of hair, including eyebrows, emphasizes the clean, unblemished symmetry of his face. His thin, burgundy lips provide a striking contrast to his complexion, their rich hue adding an element of vibrancy to his otherwise understated features. Voks’s ears are a particularly distinctive feature, sitting lower on his head than those of many humanoid species. Their long, pointed helixes extend outward and slightly upward, resembling exaggerated Vulcan ears but with a more fluid, organic curvature. These sensitive ears are well-suited for detecting even the subtlest of sounds, a trait evolved for communication and navigation in the depths of Arken II’s oceans. His personal grooming is impeccable, reflecting his meticulous nature. Voks’s nails are perfectly trimmed and polished, and his teeth gleam with a pearly brightness that highlights his disciplined care for even the smallest details. His upright posture and deliberate movements convey both confidence and control, as if every gesture is calculated with precision. When he moves, it is with the fluidity of a swimmer, his long strides gliding as if he is carried by unseen currents. A hallmark of Voks’s off-world appearance is the Anlac’ven, a sophisticated device worn over his head to maintain equilibrium in non-aquatic environments. Designed to compensate for the Arkenite inner ear's natural sensitivity to the rolling motions of the ocean, the Anlac’ven ensures Voks remains perfectly balanced in the static, artificial gravity of starships and space stations. The sleek, utilitarian design of the Anlac’ven seamlessly integrates with his overall appearance, serving as both a functional tool and a subtle nod to his species’ heritage. Preferred Attire When Adis Voks first welcomed patients into his counseling office aboard the USS Fenrir, he did so clad in ocean-hued robes that whispered softly with each movement. The underlayer clung close in a muted seafoam green, a grounding color that breathed against his skin, while the outer robe—a deep, fathomless blue-gray—shifted like slow currents as he crossed the room. Silver threadwork curled along the hems in patterns resembling the gentle pull of tides, a subtle promise of strength that moved without force. A simple woven sash, pale as sunlit sand, cinched loosely at his hip, and the faint scent of salt and clean linen lingered as he moved. He wore no insignia, no badge of authority beyond his steady presence, and as he settled into a seat across from his first crewmate, it was clear: Adis had not come to command, but to listen—and to carry whatever fragments of grief or hope were offered into the slow, sacred work of healing. Everyday Attire Formal Attire Rest & Solitude Attire

Family

Spouse		Adis does not have a companion
Children		Adis does not have any children that he is aware of.
Mother		Mielle Da'nar
Father		Karthic Lef
Siblings		Adis does not have any blood-related siblings.
Other Family		None to share at this time.

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Adis Voks carries with him the kind of stillness that makes a room feel just a little bit calmer the moment he enters. Guided by a strong internal compass and shaped by the communal teachings of his Arkenite heritage, he approaches others with a rare combination of patience, warmth, and quiet authority. Deeply empathetic and attentive, Adis has an uncanny ability to pick up on the subtleties others miss—the catch in someone's breath, the flicker of uncertainty behind practiced words. His emotional intelligence runs deep, and he uses it carefully, never forcing connection but inviting it, building trust one silent moment at a time. Though he speaks with intention and diplomatic grace, Adis is not one to fill empty spaces with noise; he believes some of the most important things said between people are often never spoken aloud. Beneath his composed and patient exterior, however, Adis’s mind is rarely still. He carries a quiet undercurrent of restless thought, constantly turning over details, emotions, and possibilities. Though he listens to others with kindness and without judgment, he can be harsh with himself, driven by a subtle but persistent perfectionism. He holds himself to exacting internal standards—always striving to be a steady presence, even when quietly weighed down by the emotions he has absorbed. His instinct, when overwhelmed, is to withdraw into silence and solitude, a behavior that can sometimes be misread as detachment. In private moments, he leans on quiet rituals—breathing exercises, tactile tasks, immersion in sensory detail—to draw himself back to center when the emotional weight grows too great. His fierce protectiveness over those he considers part of his extended "tribe" often leads him to quietly shoulder more than his share of burdens, carrying the pain of others long after the moment has passed. Among the quieter, more humanizing aspects of his personality, Adis has a few endearing quirks. He finds comfort in tactile order, often smoothing invisible wrinkles in tablecloths, stacking datapads into precise towers, or tracing swirling patterns onto surfaces when deep in thought. His habit of unconsciously humming low, resonant notes—an echo of the throat-singing traditions of his childhood—is so natural that most around him barely notice anymore. Far from detracting from his work, these quiet habits anchor him—small rituals of order and presence that allow him to offer steadiness to others without losing himself. Despite his love of structure and routine, he secretly delights in small imperfections: a crooked painting, a mismatched sock, a missed note in a melody. To Adis, these subtle flaws are a quiet reminder that life’s beauty lies not in symmetry, but in its honest irregularities. Adis Voks: Five Senses Headcanons Sight (Visual Impressions) 1.) Eyes: His deep emerald green eyes seem to shimmer slightly under certain lighting, like deep water catching unseen currents. 2.) Posture: Adis holds himself with a straight, unforced posture—shoulders relaxed but lifted, head slightly inclined as if always listening. 3.) Motion: His movements are slow and deliberate; when he turns or crosses a room, the fabric of his robes shifts like ripples across still water. 4.) Expression: His smiles are rare but luminous when they appear, always reaching his eyes rather than his mouth. 5.) Hands: His long fingers are graceful, almost balletic in how they move during conversation or meditation; small, deliberate gestures reveal deep emotional sensitivity. Sound (Auditory Impressions) 1.) Voice: His voice is a low, resonant baritone, never hurried, with a natural rhythmic cadence reminiscent of slow ocean tides. 2.) Breathing: When he meditates or is deep in thought, his breath forms a soft, audible hum, blending naturally into the background like distant waves. 3.) Footsteps: His footfalls are nearly silent, the result of both his training and his preference for soft-soled shoes or bare feet in private spaces. 4.) Laugh: His laugh is rare, soft, and surprisingly musical—a low, warm sound that catches people pleasantly off guard. 5.) Meditation Tones: During Vo’tharlen meditation, the harmonic throat-tones he produces can subtly vibrate through a shared space, resonating deep within listeners’ bones rather than ears. Smell (Scent Impressions) 1.) Natural Scent: Adis’s natural scent carries faint notes of saltwater and mineral-rich stone, an echo of his oceanic heritage. 2.) Clothing: His robes smell faintly of clean linen, sun-warmed fabric, and occasionally a whisper of herbal oils used in Arkenite meditation. 3.) Workspaces: His office aboard the Fenrir always carries a subtle hint of sea air, achieved through carefully calibrated environmental settings. 4.) Personal Rituals: After Vo’tharlen meditation, he smells briefly of cool ozone, as if a storm had passed quietly through the room. 5.) Tactile Objects: The aquatic terrarium in his quarters gives off a faint, living scent of saltwater and blooming bioluminescent flora. Touch (Tactile Impressions) 1.) Hands: His hands are strong but impossibly gentle—calloused not from labor, but from years of weaving, meditation, and emotional tending. 2.) Robes: His clothing feels weightless and cool to the touch, flowing naturally over his form without restricting movement. 3.) Skin: His skin is incredibly smooth and supple, a natural trait of his species' aquatic adaptation, slightly cooler than a human’s at rest. 4.) Personal Boundaries: Though deeply empathic, Adis rarely initiates touch; when he does, it's always offered slowly and with deep respect for consent and comfort. 5.) Environmental Preference: He prefers warm, humid environments with subtle airflow that brushes lightly over the skin, simulating the gentle pressure of moving water. Taste (Food and Flavors) 1.) Favorite Flavors: Adis favors foods with subtle, layered flavors—sea greens, mineral-rich broths, lightly seasoned grains. 2.) Comfort Food: When overwhelmed or needing grounding, he prepares a traditional Arkenite dish called Selkarash—a warm, lightly briny seaweed stew rich with calming herbs. 3.) Dislikes: He has a natural aversion to overly spicy foods, which overwhelm his highly attuned senses and throw off his inner equilibrium. 4.) Ritual Drinks: He brews a meditative tea made from dried tidal blossoms, tasting faintly of salt, earth, and citrus, often sipped slowly before or after emotionally intense sessions. 5.) Celebratory Treat: During rare celebrations, Adis enjoys a delicate Arkenite confection called Lenthiir, a softly glowing, seafoam-textured dessert flavored with bioluminescent fruits.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Adis Voks’s greatest strength lies in his presence—the rare, anchored kind that slows the frantic pace of the world around him. Rooted in the ancient traditions of the Sia Lenthar, where emotional stewardship was taught as both art and duty, Adis learned from an early age that true strength is not dominance, but resonance—the ability to meet others exactly where they are. His emotional intelligence is not performative or clinical; it is bone-deep, born from a lifetime of witnessing how grief moves through a bond group, how silence can soothe more profoundly than words. Within the United Federation of Planets, many counselors learn technique; Adis lives the ethos of attuned, authentic presence. Storytelling runs in Adis’s blood, a birthright of his people as vital as breath. Among the Nucleo Sia Lenthar, history, memory, and teaching were often passed through narrative rather than lecture, allowing truths to unfold gently through metaphor and shared experience. Adis inherited this tradition with quiet reverence. His ability to craft immersive narratives makes him a master of designing therapeutic holodeck programs—safe, sensory-rich environments that help patients process trauma and reclaim lost parts of themselves. Whether shaping a simulation of an endless Arkenite ocean to soothe an anxious mind or crafting symbolic landscapes to unlock buried memories, Adis wields story as both shield and key. Intellectually, Adis thrives in the spaces where philosophy, psychology, and cultural anthropology converge. His natural inclination toward interconnectedness—seeing systems, relationships, and emotions as part of a living whole—gives him a rare resilience in the face of complexity. He is rarely blindsided by contradictions or ambiguity, and his patience allows him to accompany others through labyrinths of identity and emotion that might overwhelm a less steady guide. His ability to hold multiple perspectives at once, without rushing to judge or repair, fosters deep trust among those he supports. Physically, Adis carries the quiet advantages of a culture evolved alongside the shifting rhythms of the sea. His natural balance, slow breathing patterns, and aquatic muscle memory grant him stamina and grace in physically demanding situations that require endurance over force. Though not a fighter by nature, he remains unshakable under pressure, moving through crises with a steadiness that instinctively draws others into alignment. When the world is unraveling, Adis Voks becomes the gravity that holds the center. Finally, Adis’s unwavering commitment to nonviolence shapes not only his methods but his entire worldview. As a principled pacifist, he believes that peace is not merely the absence of conflict but an active, daily choice—a discipline of compassion, restraint, and dignity. He advocates fiercely, both for individuals and for larger causes, yet he does so without anger or judgment. His strength lies not in force, but in conviction—the unyielding belief that healing and understanding are worth more than victory. For all his gifts in emotional navigation, Adis Voks is almost hilariously hopeless when it comes to machines. While he can read the subtle tides of another’s heart with ease, place him at a shuttle’s flight controls or in front of an engineering console, and disaster is nearly guaranteed. His species’ cultural emphasis on emotional and communal skills left gaps in technical aptitude that he never felt compelled to close. Even basic piloting maneuvers are a matter of clumsy trial and error for Adis, who would sooner walk ten kilometers than risk steering a shuttle into a bulkhead. Adis’s capacity to absorb emotional energy, while a gift in counseling, is also a slow-burning liability. He carries the weight of others' grief, fear, and uncertainty long after conversations end, tucking these feelings away like small stones in hidden pockets. Over time, if not carefully managed, this accumulation drags at his spirit, leaving him vulnerable to fatigue, quiet mood shifts, and the slow erosion of his inner clarity. His instinct to "hold space" for others can become a trap—he rarely recognizes when his own emotional reserves have been depleted until he is already running on empty. His pacifism, while noble, can place him at odds with those who believe decisive action must sometimes include violence. In moments of acute threat, Adis struggles profoundly with scenarios where harm cannot be wholly avoided. Though he will defend others without hesitation, his refusal to meet violence with violence can leave him paralyzed in the critical moment between choice and consequence. His unwavering commitment to nonviolence, while a moral strength, occasionally places both himself and others at risk in chaotic or morally ambiguous environments. Socially, Adis’s preference for deep, deliberate connection over quick camaraderie leaves him prone to misinterpretation. To those who favor swift rapport or casual bonding, he may seem distant, slow to warm, or hard to read. His withdrawal into solitude during emotional overloads can further alienate would-be friends or colleagues who mistake his inward retreats as disinterest or judgment. Though capable of profound loyalty and intimacy, Adis forms bonds slowly and selectively—a reality that can leave him feeling isolated even within the most welcoming of communities. Finally, Adis’s relationship with structure is a quiet battleground. He reveres order, predictability, and communal rhythms, but in chaotic, rapidly shifting environments, he struggles to maintain his equilibrium. When faced with unpredictability, he leans heavily into small rituals of control—smoothing invisible wrinkles in cloth, rearranging datapads into precise stacks, hyper-focusing on tangible order. Though rarely visible to the untrained eye, these small compulsions reveal the delicate fault lines beneath his otherwise steady surface, exposing a vulnerability he guards closely.
Ambitions		Adis Voks carries with him a quiet, lifelong ambition—to one day return to Arken II and ascend to the role of Exalted Elder within his Sia Lenthar. In Arkenite tradition, the Exalted Elder is not a position of authority in the conventional sense, but a station of trust, bestowed upon those who have spent a lifetime nurturing others with patience, wisdom, and quiet integrity. It is a role earned not through declaration, but through living witness—through decades of steadfast presence, resilience, and care. Adis dreams not of accolades or recognition, but of becoming a pillar for his bond group, a keeper of stories, a guide through grief, change, and renewal. There is no timeline pressed upon this dream; the path to becoming an Exalted Elder is slow, shaped by seasons of service rather than ambition. Every life he touches aboard the Fenrir, every small healing he helps to foster, is a thread woven into the larger tapestry of his return. Whether it takes years or decades, Adis walks his path with patience, knowing that when he does return to Arken II, it will not be to reclaim a home he left behind, but to become a part of something even greater—an unbroken living lineage of care, wisdom, and enduring bond.
Hobbies & Interests		Adis Voks finds profound restoration in a traditional Arkenite practice known as Lentharai—a meditative craft of weaving translucent kelp fibers into intricate, symbolic tapestries. Each strand represents an emotion, a memory, or a relationship, and the act of weaving is a living form of storytelling, meant to bring inner landscapes into physical form. Adis has carried this practice with him into the stars, adapting it with replicated plant materials aboard the Fenrir. As a quiet tradition of his own, he hosts a seasonal "Tapestry of Misunderstandings," inviting crew members to anonymously contribute one awkward or confusing emotional moment. These shared strands are woven into a communal piece, celebrating the tangled beauty of imperfect connection. His love of tactile storytelling extends to the design of therapeutic holodeck programs, which have evolved into a distinct art form under his careful hand. Beyond serene oceans and whispering forests, Adis often layers whimsical elements into his environments—talking tide-pool crabs offering unsolicited life advice, mood-shifting forests, or lantern-carrying birds that guide travelers through symbolic emotional landscapes. These playful details are deliberate, softening defenses and inviting participants to encounter difficult feelings with curiosity rather than fear. Adis also practices Vo’tharlen, an ancient Arkenite form of sound resonance meditation involving deep harmonic throat-tones that interact with ambient environmental frequencies. He honors the practice’s solemn roots, but in trusted circles, he occasionally blends in offbeat musical influences from other cultures. These subtle shifts are not mistakes but gentle reminders that healing can make space for joy, mischief, and shared laughter without diminishing its depth. Adis harbors a quiet fascination with nonverbal communication—studying microexpressions, posture, and the kinetic languages of countless species across the Federation. To him, stillness and movement carry nuances as intricate as any spoken dialect. He spends many of his leisure hours immersed in cultural anthropology studies or practicing ceremonial gestures from distant worlds, believing that every culture holds a silent symphony waiting to be heard by those patient enough to listen. Finally, Adis tends to a small aquatic terrarium in his quarters—a self-sustaining ecosystem of tiny bioluminescent organisms native to Arken II. The miniature ocean glows softly in the dark, serving as both meditation and metaphor: a daily reminder that resilience, like the tides, is shaped not by force, but by quiet, unseen persistence.
Languages Spoken		Adis Voks is not multilingual in the conventional sense; he speaks Federation Standard and his native Arkenite dialect, relying on the universal translator for broader communication across species. Yet to Adis, language is more than words—it is rhythm, breath, and resonance. Raised in a culture where the space between phrases carried as much meaning as the phrases themselves, Adis speaks with deliberate, measured cadence. Each word he offers feels intentional, placed carefully rather than cast casually into conversation. His speech is notably free of filler sounds like "um" or "uh," and he rarely leans on language that invites contradiction, such as "but" or "can't." Instead, his sentences unfold in a way that invites collaboration and reflection, allowing meaning to grow naturally between speaker and listener. The Arkenite tongue, Selenrathi, is a language of layered tones and flowing syllables, where subtle shifts in resonance alter meaning as much as vocabulary. Low, tidal rhythms course through conversation, mirroring the rise and fall of the oceans that shaped Arkenite evolution. In Selenrathi, dialogue is not about debate or persuasion but shared exploration—a value Adis carries even when speaking through the universal translator. Echoes of this heritage linger in his cadence: the careful pauses, the harmonic lilt threading through his phrasing, the sense that his words are part of something larger than himself. Even when rendered into Federation Standard, there is a quiet, unmistakable music to his voice. Though the universal translator bridges language barriers, it cannot replicate the full texture of Adis’s communication. For him, connection lives not only in the accuracy of words but in their delivery—the open posture of his body, the softened tone when inviting vulnerability, the stillness he holds between thoughts to offer others the space to breathe and respond. To speak with Adis is to be drawn into conversation as a shared ritual, not a contest. His vernacular—both spoken and unspoken—is a reflection of who he is: intentional, patient, compassionate, and profoundly attuned to the spaces between.

Background		Adis Voks was born in 2350 on Arken II, a world where the horizon breathed and the ocean shaped every life it touched. His earliest memories are not of solid ground but of the soft hum of platform roots, the ever-shifting sway of floating cities, and the endless rhythm of silver-blue tides. Raised within the Nucleo Sia Lenthar—one of the smaller, philosophically driven bond groups—Adis’s first lessons were not about ambition, but about resonance: how to listen for currents in the world, in others, and within himself. The Nucleo Sia Lenthar prized diversity of thought, spirit, and discipline. Its members were healers, scholars, artists, and stewards, bound together by the belief that emotional well-being was a communal responsibility, not a private burden. Children like Adis were raised not only by parents, but by the entire bond group, learning to view the self as part of a larger, breathing organism. His early caregivers taught that when one member grieved, all listened; when one rejoiced, all rose together. Emotional isolation was treated as a wound, not a weakness. From the beginning, Adis showed a rare sensitivity to these unseen tides. While other children raced across platforms or leapt into warm tide pools, Adis would sit for hours at the edge, humming soft resonance tones into the wind—a practice meant to harmonize breath with the pulse of the world. His teachers often found him tracing the flow of the ocean with his fingertips, following unseen currents as if reading a story written in water. His presence could calm a gathering without a word, but within him, even then, the emotional weight of others sometimes pooled too deeply to release. Among his earliest mentors was Elder Senlai, a master weaver of Lentharai tapestries, who first taught Adis that healing could be made tangible. Under Senlai’s patient tutelage, Adis learned to weave memories, griefs, and reconciliations into living art. His first tapestry was created after a violent storm shattered part of their platform. While others rebuilt the structures, Adis spent quiet hours weaving the sorrow and resilience of his bond group into shimmering kelp strands—his offering to a community he was only beginning to understand he would someday serve more fully. The Dominion War erupted while Adis was completing his tertiary education, casting shadows even across Arken II’s peaceful waters. Though no battles scarred their floating cities, grief lapped at their shores daily. Federation newsfeeds became liturgies of absence, and the ocean itself seemed to carry the mourning. It was during this time that Adis began to feel a restless tide within himself—an ache to bear witness, to extend the traditions of healing and resonance beyond the familiar waves of home. At twenty-five, faced with the devastation left by the war’s end, Adis chose a path few others from his bond group had taken. With the blessing of his family and a tapestry woven from their threads of hope and worry, he answered the Federation’s call for civilian volunteers to aid in emotional recovery. The decision was both natural and profoundly difficult, carrying with it the unspoken fear that Adis—so attuned, so permeable—might lose something essential in the griefs he would carry for others. Arriving on Earth was a disorienting experience. The ground did not sway. The air was heavy and still. Conversations moved quickly, defensively, cutting through silences that Arkenites traditionally treated with reverence. At the Federation Center for Emotional Resilience, Adis underwent accelerated training in trauma psychology, cultural mediation, and crisis stabilization. His instructors praised his rare ability to sit in silence without discomfort, but privately worried about how much sorrow such a soul could absorb before it frayed. During his first months of training, Adis often retreated to a small public garden overlooking San Francisco Bay, where he would close his eyes and imagine the tides of Arken II beneath his feet. It was there he realized that his resilience would not come from shielding himself against others’ pain, but from learning to let it flow through him, like water through a reef, leaving behind not destruction but gentle shaping over time. From 2377 onward, Adis served across a tapestry of Federation assignments: civilian medical ships, refugee transports, border colonies in recovery. His work was rarely dramatic. He sat beside survivors too broken to speak. He crafted therapeutic holodeck environments that responded to emotional shifts rather than commands. He guided silent vigils where words were neither required nor welcomed. Each small restoration felt like a stone added to a slowly rebuilding shore. But healing, he quickly learned, did not come without cost. Each life he touched left its own small tide mark on him. There were nights, especially early on, when he would find isolated spaces aboard ships—observation decks, quiet alcoves—and simply breathe, emptying himself of the grief he carried before it sank too deep. His Vo’tharlen meditation became not just a cultural practice, but a necessity. Assignments expanded: Starbases in volatile sectors, Federation embassies negotiating postwar realities, fledgling colonies struggling to trust again. Adis moved quietly among them, weaving trust where none had grown, offering steadiness where others faltered. Yet each posting, each new shore, added to the slow, stubborn weight he carried—a weight few noticed, because Adis wore it with the same gentle gravity he offered to others. He made no great speeches. He earned no medals. His successes were measured in the soft return of eye contact, the slight relaxing of a defensive posture, the hesitant reaching of one hand toward another. It was patient work, often invisible, often thankless—but it was, to Adis, sacred beyond any recognition or praise. Throughout his years of service, Adis remained proudly civilian. His allegiance was not to Starfleet’s hierarchy, but to the Federation’s broader dream: that peace, understanding, and shared resilience were possible not through force, but through compassion and patience. His tools were breath, silence, and presence—the tides within tides that could shift a life without ever raising a hand. By 2391, his reputation had spread quietly through networks of diplomats, counselors, and relief coordinators. When the posting aboard the USS Fenrir was offered, it was not a summons, but an invitation. Adis accepted, recognizing in the Fenrir not just a ship of exploration, but a bond group yet to be woven, a living community adrift among the stars. As he boarded the Fenrir, Adis carried few belongings: a tapestry of his bond group’s woven threads, a small bioluminescent tidepool, and a simple resonance stone worn smooth by years of meditation. His quarters became a quiet sanctuary of Arkenite tradition—soft light, flowing water sounds, woven art—and a promise to himself that even among stars, one could remember the tides. Now aboard the Fenrir, Adis tends to his new community much as he tended those before: through patience, careful listening, and the steady offering of space. He listens not only for words but for fractures, for shifts in presence, for the quiet needs that surface in silences. He offers what healing he can, knowing that some wounds are not meant to be erased, only carried more gently. In private, Adis still grapples with the slow accumulation of emotional weight. He tends to himself as he tends to others: through small, steady rituals of restoration. Some nights, he hums Vo’tharlen tones into the ship’s quiet halls. Some nights, he sits with his hands in the tidepool’s warm water, feeling the living pulse of his homeworld beneath his fingertips. Adis Voks remains, as he has always been, a steward of tides—those that move across oceans, those that move between souls, and those that rise and fall, stubborn and sacred, within the heart. OOC: Below is an AI-generated image of Adis's office based on the descriptions in the scene The Long and The Short and The Tall. While the rendering is not perfect, it's a close approximation! Description: The counseling office assigned to Adis Voks bore no resemblance to the typical functionality of a Starfleet workspace. It was quiet in the truest sense—still, meditative, almost tidal in its calm. No visible consoles blinked or hummed. No framed diplomas adorned the walls. There were no shelves, no plants, no curated artifacts. The space was free of distraction, designed not to impress but to receive. The walls curved gently inward, finished in soft oceanic tones—seafoam and pale slate, muted teal and pearl-gray. From a hidden source high above, light filtered downward in subtle, shifting ribbons, mimicking the way sunlight refracts beneath the surface of shallow water. It moved slowly—barely perceptible at first—tracing the floor and walls with patterns of gentle motion, as if the room itself were breathing. The overall effect was neither decorative nor artificial, but immersive. Calming. Like memory made light. At the center, a single circular rug—deep blue-gray, like tide-washed stone—anchored the space. Two chairs rested atop it, angled slightly toward each other: one designed for standard humanoid ergonomics, the other broader, shaped to support Adis’s frame without dominance or display. Between them sat a low table, bare save for one object: a shallow vessel of translucent stone filled with still water and a single pale-blue stone resting at its center. It gave no indication of purpose, but its presence felt deliberate—calm, centered, and gently enigmatic. The room offered no instructions. It asked no questions. It simply was—open, unhurried, and still enough to let whatever a person carried begin to rise.
Service Record		Service Summary: Adis Voks serves as a civilian specialist in mental health and emotional resilience for the United Federation of Planets. Trained at the Federation Center for Emotional Resilience in 2377 following the Dominion War, he has provided trauma counseling, mediation, and crisis support aboard medical ships, Starbases, and relief efforts across recovering Federation worlds. In 2391, he accepted a posting as Chief Counselor aboard the USS Fenrir, continuing his lifelong vocation of healing, stewardship, and communal care. Adis Voks’s path into civilian service with the United Federation of Planets was not born of ambition, but of necessity—of grief witnessed, absorbed, and answered. When the Dominion War ended in 2375, Adis was twenty-five years old, a young adult shaped by a lifetime of quiet communal stewardship. Though far from the front lines, he could not escape the ripples of loss that washed across the Federation. News of fallen colonies, shattered families, and scarred worlds flooded the subspace channels like an endless tide. Even in the sheltered communities of Arken II, the weight of collective grief was palpable. For a culture that viewed emotional health as a shared responsibility, the sudden surge of pain demanded not retreat, but response. Initially, Adis served locally, tending to the needs of his own bond group, the Nucleo Sia Lenthar. His natural aptitude for emotional stewardship did not go unnoticed. Federation envoys—overwhelmed by the psychological aftermath of the war—began seeking volunteers from member worlds: individuals with the temperament, resilience, and cultural sensitivity to help heal what conflict had fractured. Adis answered without hesitation, believing it a natural extension of his calling. Though he held no formal degrees at the time, he possessed something rarer: the lived skills of deep listening, patient presence, and the ability to sit with suffering without shrinking from it. In 2377, after completing a condensed civilian training program at the Federation Center for Emotional Resilience on Earth, Adis was formally attached as a civilian specialist to Starfleet’s Mental Health Support Division. His training focused on trauma counseling, cross-cultural mediation, and crisis stabilization—fields urgently needed across the Federation's wounded worlds and battered fleets. He served aboard civilian medical ships and Federation-sponsored relief vessels, offering psychological first aid to survivors of planetary sieges, displaced refugees, and starship crews emerging from the wreckage of battle. He quickly earned a reputation for his calm under pressure, his ability to bear others' pain without judgment, and his gift for creating pockets of stillness in even the most chaotic environments. Over the years, Adis’s assignments expanded to Starbases, Federation embassies, and reconstruction projects across the recovering territories. His work was rarely glamorous and often unrecognized. He sat in temporary shelters with displaced colonists. He mediated silent, tentative meals between estranged families. He wove, slowly and patiently, the broken strands of countless lives back into something resembling wholeness. Each posting deepened his understanding that healing is neither linear nor swift, but a tapestry woven through unseen acts of resilience and quiet courage. He became not just a counselor, but a living bridge between trauma and restoration. In 2391, after decades of service and stewardship, Adis accepted a posting aboard the USS Fenrir as its Chief Counselor. For Adis, the starship is not merely a vessel of exploration—it is a moving community, a bond group adrift among the stars. His role aboard the Fenrir is the continuation of the vow he made in the shadow of the Dominion War: to offer steadiness in the aftermath of violence, to weave connection from brokenness, and to honor the stubborn, sacred belief that healing, though slow and imperfect, is always possible.
Medical History		Medical Alerts 1.) Requires use of an Anlac'ven cranial device to maintain internal equilibrium in non-floating environments. 2.) Sensitive to prolonged exposure to fluctuating artificial gravity or jarring motion. 3.) Displays a slow-healing but clean regenerative process; monitor recovery timelines post-injury. 4.) Physical and emotional wellness are closely linked; holistic care approaches recommended. 5.) Preventative health maintenance should include breathwork, micro-movement routines, and environmental sensory grounding. Adis Voks’s body, like all Arkenites, was shaped by the pulse and sway of ocean currents. His inner equilibrium is finely tuned to the natural rise and fall of tidal forces—a biological legacy of generations who lived on floating platforms atop Arken II’s endless seas. Though outwardly resilient, his physiology remains deeply dependent on rhythmic motion. Extended time on fixed, unmoving landmasses can disrupt this internal harmony, leading to low-grade vertigo, sensory fatigue, or a muted sense of physical presence. To compensate, Adis wears an Anlac'ven, a discreet cranial device that gently mimics the oscillating sensations of a floating environment, keeping his body's inner tides aligned even when far from his oceanic roots. Medically, Adis’s constitution is robust, yet marked by a quiet fragility beneath the surface. His circulatory system is adapted for endurance rather than bursts of force, favoring slow, efficient heart rhythms and deep, even respiration. His muscle fibers are dense yet supple, designed to flex with the flow rather than against it. Injuries tend to heal slowly but cleanly, much like coral rebuilding itself layer by patient layer. Medical scans often reveal anomalies in his vestibular and proprioceptive systems—subtle sensitivities that, while not impairments, require mindfulness during prolonged exposure to fluctuating gravity fields or sudden, jarring movements. Perhaps most uniquely, Adis’s emotional and physical well-being are inseparable currents. Disruptions in his environmental balance can manifest not just in dizziness or fatigue, but in a quiet "ebbing" of his emotional presence—subtle, but palpable to those who know him. Federation medical protocols for Arkenite patients emphasize holistic care, recognizing that for Adis, mind and body are tributaries of the same living sea. Preventative care, therefore, is as much about maintaining inner motion—breath, meditation, micro-movements—as it is about treating physical wounds. For Adis, health is not a static condition, but an ongoing act of harmonizing with unseen tides, both within and without.