T’pril has no memory of her childhood before Tau Ceti III, although it is unlikely she was born there. She was raised by a Nausican “businessman”who recognized that a Vulcan mind and a Vulcan lifespan turned to his trade, would be quite an asset. Far from being unpleasant, T’pril’s childhood was a time of wonder. She saw many worlds, encountered many alien species, and learned all that Dursk could teach her about his business. She even got along well with Dursk’s children, and would in time have grown to be their family’s trusted counsel.

That changed when she was 12. By chance when she was on a minor mission for the family, she encountered a minor Vulcan diplomatic attache, Sapar. As soon as he realized she spoke none of the Vulcan tongue, he had her taken back to his ship and from there to Vulcan. It was he who named her T’pril. Dursk had always called her Meecha. She loved that name and took pride in it.

Sapar spent the next eight years teaching Meecha how to forget pride. She learned the ways of Surak and was placed on the path of the Kholinar. Logic stuck, but the mysticism did not and she returned to Sapar’s home in disgrace. T’pril’s gifts at gathering information were too valuable for Sapar to ignore. She helped him advance in his profession until he was assigned to the Diplomatic Consul on Earth. T’pril came with him to Paris, and instantly fell in love with that city. It reminded her of a quainter version of Auster Pax on Tau Ceti III. By age 20, she had reached the age of reason, and so was free to come and go as she pleased. Sapar did not attempt to forbid her to leave his entourage, but was disappointed in her to the extent that he has not spoken to her since.

After making a living as a model in Paris for six months, she found herself boring of the city. When she tried to leave Earth, she found to her surprise that she had never been granted Vulcan citizenship, even though she lived there for years. She could not use the V-T Trade Accords to book reduced passage to colony worlds, and she certainly couldn’t afford a trip back to Tau Ceti III. Earth was quickly becoming a prison to her. It was at this point that she saw an ad for Starfleet. A way off Earth. She could serve a few years, save capital, and maybe see portions of the Local Group for free. Who knew what other opportunities might present themselves? So she took and did exceptionally well on the Fleet entrance exam, and chose Communications as her concentration. It suited her, and her interests. It was not easy to convince Star Fleet to allow her to joint without sponsorship of the Vulcan government, but in the end she was sufficiently persuasive.

She entered the academy as a cadet, not as an Alien Exchange Candidate. When she graduated, just recently, she was given the rank of Ensign, and assigned as the communications officer on the Human Flagship. Vulcans do not feel pride.