Name:Erron Moon
Race: Undetermined
Age: Appears to be in late 20's
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 220 lbs
Haircolor: Extremely long, Black
Eyes: Emerald Green
Phyisical Decription:
Erron stands 6’4” tall. He has a slim frame and he is well built. His facial features are very refined. His hair is long, usually in a ponytail, tied in multiple spots; it reaches almost to his belt. Though his ears are normally covered, they are often confused for Vulcan ears, yet if truly compared they are longer and come to a more pronounced point. The points of his ears can often be seen sticking out from his hair. His emerald green eyes almost seem to sparkle, and he has been told on several occasions that he has such a piercing stare, and that it almost seems as if he can see your very soul. He has no facial hair, and it would appear that no hair has ever grown upon his face. He dresses very simply, and except when necessary, he is bare-foot. He wears two amulets at all times, the first is a large incisor, a tiger’s tooth, and the second is a small stone that almost appears to glow.
Erron is an exceptionally strong telepath and empath.
Personal History:
Erron Moon had lived on Betazed for over 60 years. It was the one place that he would not have to worry about people "freaking-out" over his empathic/psionic gifts. He is an extremely skilled zoologist and botanist, He has roamed the stars for decades collecting plants, and studying various animals from numerous planets. For almost 18 years, he was the Director and chief curator for the National Zoo and Arboretum on Betazed, but that came to a crashing halt 6 months ago when a political shift occurred and the position was given as a "Gift" to the friend of one of the area diplomats. Apparently, the powers that be decided that this was more a political position, and needed to be filled by a Betazed national, and someone that could be dressed up and shown off. Erron, unlike most, lived to get elbow and knee deep in his work. Literally. More times than not he could be found working in the Zoo and Arboretum side by side with his employees. Moreover, for reasons he could not comprehend the other Council appointed Directors did not think it was appropriate for one of there ilk to be kneeling in the mud birthing a Targ calf, or smelling of fertilizer after transplanting several Bajoran Lilacs.
Since his job was done, it was time to find a new place to call home. In his private cruiser (similar in size to an Argo Shuttle) Erron once again took to the stars, going from starbase to starbase looking for a new home. Now six months after he left Betazoid, he found himself in an interesting predicament, apparently the replacement engine he had recently purchased for his cruiser only had a 3-day or 100 light year warranty. Now he was a drift in space, and he was not the best of mechanics. Actually to say he was a horrible mechanic wasn't giving credit to just how useless he was when it came to engines.
Since kicking the engines didn’t seem to work, Erron was about to see if smacking them with a large laser wrench might work when a landing party from the USS Scorpius came to his aide. However, he still wonders why they just didn’t radio him prior to boarding his cruiser.
Little is known of where Erron is from, and he is very reluctant to discuss his past. Many have speculated on his heritage, thinking perhaps that he is a Betazoid/Vulcan mix. A doctor once told Erron that he (Erron) had caused a tricorder to have a nervous breakdown.
Personality:
Erron is a very easy going and quiet individual. He will spend most of his time tending his plants or animals. He doesn’t stand on, or believe in formality, though he will always be respectful of others. He is an avid reader, enjoying reading everything from technical manuals, to poetry and everything in between. He has a large collection of swords and bows, and is an expert with both. He has found few to be his equal, and he is the first to offer tutoring to any who wish it, hoping one day to be able to teach one of his students to be able to consistently best him. His usefulness with “modern” weaponry is questionable at best. He is also an accomplished flutist, playing an instrument he designed for his own use. He also enjoys exploring remote areas for both new plant and animal life, and as such, he is quite adept at wilderness survival, and tracking. If asked, and even if not, he will politely inform you that transporters are the spawn of some demon race and are not meant to be used as a form of travel. They are completely unnatural, and he is positive he has left bits of him self behind the few times he has been forced to use them.
Education:
He holds several masters and doctorate degrees from the University of Betazed as well as multiple other colleges and universities within the Federation. These degrees are in various animal husbandry, zoological and botany fields. If asked about them, he’ll usually just laugh and comment, “Well they actually spent more time printing and presenting the degree then I actually spent on their campuses.” Erron is a renowned botanist and zoologist and has the awards and accolades to prove it. Though these “are just shiny things that mean more to those that give them, then those that received them.”