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Age: 28
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Character Information
Character Name: Miguel Ortiz
Fandom: seaQuest DSV
Timeline: End of Season 2, before the show became seaQuest 2032.
Source: Given that the show isn't really on anymore, there aren't many sources for info, but here is a wikipedia link about the show itself:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SeaQuest_DSV and here is one about Ortiz himself, though it isn't extensive:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miguel_Ortiz#Sensor_Chief_Miguel_Ortiz Character History: Miguel Ortiz was born into a family of six - two parents and four siblings, with him as the youngest. It was the dawn of what seemed to be a good time for the Earth, with the UEO becoming a world power and steps being taken for a world government. He joined the military to try to see that dream through to the end.
He never dreamed that he'd be brought aboard the UEO flagship, the seaQuest DSV. He gained the rank of Chief Petty Officer, called Sensor Chief, with the assignment, and he gained a lot of good friends. His best friend was Tim O'Neill, the seaQuest's communiations officer, and specialist in languages. He was the only one on board that Miguel could converse with in Spanish and get an intelligible answer from. Their two departments were related and required close listening, and that put them in communication with one another more often than not.
When Lonnie Henderson came on board, she was a matter of very minor contention between them - both of them were interested in her, but then, so was every other man on board. In the end, neither of them succeeded as she decided to pursue a relationship with Commander Ford. It was after Henderson joined the crew that a deep dive found a helmet that proved that Atlantis existed. Thanks to his love of the Atlantean myths, Ortiz was one of the few asked to help translate the markings on the helmet and locate Atlantis. However, after trying on the helm, Ortiz became posessed by an Atlantean spirit. While posessed, he kidnapped Henderson, holding her captive in the ship's moon pool and practicing Atlantean swordsmanship. A true heir of Atlantis was able to release Ortiz from the spirit's hold, but he still remembered the incident.
Then an unexpected duty called, taking him, the rest of the crew, and the entire submarine into space, to fight in a war they hadn't asked to be a part of. The struggle between the KrayTaks and a group of rebels demanded assistance from the seaQuest. Their planet had been submerged and as it had previously existed as a dead desert world, they had no experience with aquatic combat. So there they were, fighting for people they barely knew. Miguel did all he could - they all did. So many came near to dying. So many did die. It was only the sudden yank into Axiom Nexus that saved him.
Character Personality: If you don't see Miguel Ortiz in uniform, there's a high likelihood you'd never guess he was a sailor. He's open, friendly, lighthearted, and a little flirtatious. He's 26 years old, but like most men, has the problem of acting half his age given the opportunity. Miguel can be serious if he's in a situation that demands it. He was, after all, put through rigorous training to join the UEO Navy, but when he has off hours, he likes using them to their fullest. He can get frustrated when people hold him back from doing what he wants, especially if what he wants to do isn't going to really result in anything in the long run, but he isn't unreasonable. He'll listen to a good reason. When he goes into soldier mode, however, he doesn't think about doing anything but what needs doing, whether that's analysing the data given to him by the WSKRS, or scouting through underbrush with a rifle in his hands.
Powers: Miguel doesn't have any real 'powers', but he is very good at listening to sonar readouts and identifying their sources, even down to the type and build of a submarine, not just that one's there - which is of approximately zero use in Axiom Nexus. He has been trained in hand-to-hand combat and has decent aim with firearms, but he's not the best there is.
Samples
First person: You know, maybe I'm weird. I mean, I've been over forty-five hundred feet below the surface of the ocean, in danger of being crushed to death if the hull gave way, and I've even been to an alien planet where we were drafted into their war, but I've never had to be afraid of being stepped on before. This isn't really a kind of paranoia I can get into. Is there, I dunno... some kind of... giant-foot-proof suit around here somewhere that I can buy?
Third Person: He'd managed to get half a moment to himself, rifle in hand, with the battle just around the corner. He checked himself quickly, wounds still burning, bleeding. His uniform was scorched where he'd been hit, luckily nowhere vital.
Yet.
He remembered the silicon-based aliens from before. He remembered how that one had walked through the ship, leaving little piles of sand behind, and he remembered how strange it had felt to know that there was something there that they couldn't always see. Now, he was wishing he was back in that situation, even with the threat it posed. This wasn't his war. He hadn't signed up for this. He'd signed up for the seaQuest on Earth, defending the UEO, rescuing the people that needed rescuing, and exploring the scientific wonders of the world, like the black smokers and the mystery of Atlantis. He still remembered when they'd discovered the 'Intake Department' of the Library of Alexandria. That was what he was there for. Not this.
The firefight was getting closer and taking a breath, hoping hard that he wouldn't take a shot the moment he rounded the corner, Ortiz lifted and readied his rifle. It was his loyalty to the Captain that had taken him this far, and even with all of the bad feelings he had about this situation, it'd be his loyalty to the Captain that kept him fighting.
He turned, glanced around the corner, and took quick aim to fire at those who would fire at him. The wall would be his cover at least for a while, he hoped. Long enough that he could take a few of them out before they took him. He'd already seen too many fall. He didn't know where Tim was. Or Lucas. Or Ford. He only knew that now, he was on the side of the people who shot at what he shot at and on the opposite side of the people who shot at him. It was time to close off anything besides that.