| Race: Human | Sex: Male | Age: 30 | Skin: Caucasian | Eyes: Brown |
| Hair: Brown | Height: 6' | Weight: 170lbs | Build: Average |
James is beginning to show signs of middle aged spread around his midrift. Despite going on diets and increasing his fitness regime he struggles to shift his extra weight.
Place Of Birth: Chicago, Earth
James is the oldest of two brothers. Growing up in tough inner city Chicago forced James to spend more time with his books than with his friends, as a result he lost of a lot of social skills and likes his own company. His younger brother, Sebastian, was always the social magnet, using his charisma and good looks to get what he wanted, brash and popular with the ladies, Sebastian once upset the Captain of the their high school football team by dating his girlfriend and often came home worse for wear at the hands of the Jocks. On one occasion, as James and Sebastian were walking home from school, a fight broke out and ended when James landed a well aimed punch on the main bully, breaking his nose. From that point onwards no one messed with the Arkwright brothers.
The rest of James childhood was uneventful, and he joined Starfleet as was expected of him by his father. In his second semester, James had a choice of majors; he decided to go for Operations, as he noticed that very often the Operations Cadets were the life and soul of many campus parties, and were close knit bunch. Upon entering Academy Operations James found his second family.
During the Dominion War he was promoted to Cheif Of Operations abaord the USS Dalas. A Galaxy Class Starship. The Dalas was part of a fleet sent to give orbital support to the Starfleet Security Forces in the Federation/Dominion conflict of Vata 6 near Cardassia. Arkwright volunteered to be beamed down to the planet surface with his team to rig up a command transport site. Whilst in Transportation his bio signiture was stolen by the Jem'Hadar and he found himself materialising in the middle of a fierce raging ground battle. Heavily wounded and dying all around him, he attempted to set up a com link with his team. Whilst engrossed in his work the Jem'Hadar charged the Federation posistions. Catching him unawares a Jem'Hadar stood above him, his plasma rifle aimed directly at his head. Arkwright was paralysed with fear, his standard issue sidearm forgotten, moments later the Jem'Hadar was vapourised in front of him. Turning, Arkwright saw his savior, a young Security Commando that he only knew as Jack. Arkwright now holds the greatest of respect for the Starfleets Security Forces.
Personality/Interests:
Arkwright has a particullary sick sense of humor which some struggle to understand, but knows when to be serious and takes his work very seriously. He has nerves of steal and cares for every crew member under his command to a fault.
He has been reprimanded for approaching the families of deceased crew members who died under his command in an attempt to explain the cirumstances in which their loved ones died, he often did this off his own back and with no permission. He remembers each of their names. He is a team player and expects as much from others as he does from himself. In his spare time, as little as it may be, Arkwright enjoys spending time reading or tinkering with ships systems. He recently took a distance learning course from Starfleet Academy on basic Counselling, but by his own admission he hopes to never have to use this skill.
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