Lieutenant Commander Dr. Dallas "D.C" Coleman Wyatt
Name Dr. Dallas "D.C" Coleman Wyatt
Position Chief Medical Officer
Rank Lieutenant Commander
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 68 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'11" | |
| Weight | 175 | |
| Hair Color | White | |
| Eye Color | Brown | |
| Physical Description | A thin built human, gruff with age, looking older than his 68 years but still moving like a younger man. He is characterized by his white lab coat, beard, and a cigarette close to him or in his mouth. |
Family
| Spouse | Jessie-Ann Wyatt (Deceased) | |
| Children | Sons: Dallas Coleman Wyatt, Jr Daughter: Irma Ray Wyatt |
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| Father | Earl Wyatt | |
| Mother | Martha Wyatt | |
| Brother(s) | None | |
| Sister(s) | None | |
| Other Family | None |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | A Self-Described Grizzled Old Bastard of a Physician, Dr. Dallas Coleman Wyatt or “D.C” as he preferred to be addressed is a veteran Starfleet Physician in the classical sense of the word. He’s frequently been described by his peers and shipmates as an old sumbitch with a terrible bedside manner, and a 2 pack a day cigarette habit. This doesn’t phase the doctor one bit. | |
| Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths: Long Career: A Doctor with almost 4 decades of experience in Starfleet as a Medical Officer, D.C comes with a wealth of knowledge, experience, and stories from his life. Weakness: Nicotine Addiction: The doctor has a 4 pack a day habit. His preferred brand is Pike City Brand, grown on Cestus III. Bedside Manner: He has been described by patients and others as an old bastard who probably should have retired long ago. He doesn’t take any of it personally, as he wears it as a badge of honor. |
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| Ambitions | Retirement someday but as long as he's able, he will continue to practice medicine (just so he doesn't have to talk to his kids) | |
| Hobbies & Interests | Classic Earth Westerns Smoking Drinking, Preferably Single Malt Whisky and Alone |
| Personal History | Born on Cestus III on 30th May 2305, to frontier parents in every sense of the word. Dallas Coleman Wyatt grew up the typical backwater farm kid. Harvests every spring, plantings in the fall. Cornfields. His family had tended to the lands on the outskirts of Pike City since the colony had been founded, even during the Gorn Attacks. Growing up, he knew how to tend cows, fields, farmhands when they hurt themselves. He was a capable medic from the time he was 8, growing into a highly skilled frontier doctor before he could even apply to Starfleet. Though he also picked up a 3 pack a day habit from his parents (and many of the colonists) that still continues to this day. When he applied to Starfleet Medical in 2346, he was noted for his hands-on knowledge of Medicine though much was merely what one instructor called “Meatball” Medicine, patchwork jobs and the like. It took quite a firm hand to teach the formal aspects of medicine to the gruff young man who many compared to one old country doctor of the golden era. His residency was spent in the Core Worlds at the Olympus Mons Starfleet Medical Center and the Dr. Alexander Coleman Memorial Naval Hospital on Proxima in Tarkin Ridge. Upon his residency completion he was commissioned as a Lieutenant Junior Grade and sent to the Cardassian Front as the Cardassian Border Wars heated up. His first taste of war and it was gruesome, arriving just in time to witness the carnage that marked the beginnings of the war. A conflict he would see much of how the Cardassians worked, operated and conducted war by the casualties inflicted onto Starfleet. On Starships and Outposts throughout the 2340s and 50s, he grew bitter, resentful, and much of his “charm” came to the surface as the war raged, the death toll grew and all he could do sometimes not to throw in the towel. When the war finally ended in 2365, he breathed easy for the first time in a long time and took to sickbays on the frontier to get away from it all. The farther the better in his mind. The 60s cemented him as one of the foremost medical officers serving in the fleet, despite his attitude and smoked filled sickbays, he was counted on to conduct matters in a professional manner. He found himself even smiling on occasion. Currently, he finds himself in between assignments, but with the rumblings coming from the Bajor Sector and the Cardassians seemingly mobilizing, he feels it’s only a matter of time, before the fires of war rage again. |
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| Service Record | 2323-2332 - Starfleet Medical - Pre-Med and Residency 2333-2338 - U.S.S. Victory - Junior Medical Officer 2338-2340 - Deep Space K-19 - Medical Officer (Night Shift) 2341-2346 - U.S.S. Laslow - Medical Officer (Day Shift) 2346-2348 - U.S.S. Laslow - Assistant Chief Medical Officer 2348-2358 - MASH 407 - Mimban, Fenris - Cardassian Border Wars - Executive Officer 2358 - Setlik III - Field Hospital - Commanding Officer MASH 407 - Witness to the Setlik III Massacre by way of tending to wounded. 2359-2366 - U.S.S. Dallas - Chief Medical Officer- requested ship duties to combat possible PTSD (smoking habit increases to one pack to three pack daily *FITREP 2360) 2366-2373 - U.S.S. Crazy Horse - Chief Medical Officer |