Bravo Fleet
Summary
Conrad Flynn, a non-commissioned security officer colloquially known among his peers as Crewman ‘Flynnch’, is not known for his bravery in combat. His only redeeming value to his role lies in being a crack-shot savant with just about any style of phaser you could throw at him. From 25 meters out, Conrad is a formidable opponent. From 25 inches out, not so much.
Appearance
Standing at a height of 5′ 9″, Conrad Flynn is a young kid of Irish descent in his twenty-first year. A pale complexion attests to a lifetime spent in an environment that offers more foggy, dreadfully overcast days than bright and cheerful ones. His green eyes offer a mischievous glint to the casual observer, as though delivering the promise of debauchery and shenanigans. A mop of short brown hair is swept backward, neat and tidy in photo only. In person it tends to be more tussled, with his uniform or clothing showing hints of similar disarray as it is often not his own quarters that Crewman Flynn finds himself waking up in.
Personality
Conrad Flynn is a wantonly sybaritic individual to the detriment of all else. The young NCO simply does not have it in him to prioritize responsibility over the pursuit of hedonistic debauchery, and exhibits little concern as to whether that takes the form of an intimate encounter or a deluge of alcohol-sodden cavorting. A lifetime of absconding with daughters, sisters, and sometimes even wives has forced him to be ever ready to become fleet of foot when angry relatives or husbands come his way. This has caused him to be keenly apt in the ability to read the mood of a room or brewing situation.
History
Conrad was born in Dunnara, a modest little hamlet nestled up against an Irish cliffside shore that one would be hard pressed to point out on a map. Son to William and Laura Flynn, he grew up on their farm learning how to herd goats through the rolling green countryside that surrounded their home. Despite his pale countenance, he was very much a wild child of the outdoors. Much of his early youth was spent romping along the misty, overcast countryside.
Life could be equal parts wholesome and difficult living in so small a community. The Flynn home was a full one, with many nights spent among the company of aunts, uncles, and in-laws that carried on well into the wee hours of the morning. But as he progressed into his teenaged era, he found that life was not without its angst. With such a small, tightly-woven community secrets kept were hard-won. Everyone knew your business, and word traveled quickly. Especially when it came to mischievous boys stirring up trouble. And there was little else to stir up but that.
By the time Conrad grew into his early adulthood, he ended up where most of the men in Dunnara whiled away their free time; the local pub. From there he developed much of his rowdy tendencies. But he craved more than the tiny little hamlet could provide him. He wanted to travel far and wide, and experience more than his limited environment could offer. Despite the disapproval of his family, Conrad joined Starfleet through the fastest route he could manage, with as little effort as possible. He enlisted as a non-commissioned officer.
Service Record
| Date | Position | Posting | Rank |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2400 - 2401 | Security Trainee | Starfleet Academy |
 Crewman Recruit |
| 2401 - Present | Security | USS Fresno |
 Crewman |