OOC: Detailed Bio
Disclaimer: I don't speak for the real Anthony Bourdain nor to I expect him to even like me. I don't pretend that Tony Corin is gonna be anything like Anthony Bourdain, rather, I'll say Tony is inspired by him. If Anthony Bourdain reads this? I <3 you an your show and I'm not a creep I promise. I just liked the idea of you running around a Starship snarking at Kirk.
General Information
Name: Anthony Corin
Nicknames: Tony, Chef, Corin. He might answer to his rank if you really push it, or are Spock.
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Planet of Birth: Earth
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Department: Services
Specialization: Head Chef
Appearance
Height: 6' 4"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown/Black with quite a bit of white creeping in.
Build: Medium
Health:
Eyesight: Nearsighted, but corrected with retinax and whatnot. Probably needs to start wearing reading glasses but he won't admit it yet.
Hearing: Normal
Physical Health: Pretty good, not exactly out of shape, but not in perfect condition either. He smokes, so, his lungs look like it.
General Dexterity: Good hand eye coordination. He's tall so, sometimes he gets clutzy like most tall people do.
Handicaps: He smokes, so, not the best in the running department.
Personality
General: Tony has done it all, seen it all, and has probably made snarky commentary about it. Or at least, he likes to think he has. That doesn't stop him from being fascinated with other people and cultures. It's just, he's seen some of the worst and the best humanity has to offer. He has he opposite of rose colored glasses. He expects the worst out of humanity, but is more than happy to be proved wrong.
He's spent most of his life in the chaotic 'mosh pit' of busy kitchens. Therefore, he's not one to mince words. Once you get past the sarcastic asshole, you find a quick, thoughtful, intelligent guy. Tony is well read (you'd never know it with his vocabulary) and he can turn that side on in a heartbeat if he needs to. He loves experiencing other cultures and isn't afraid to try alien and unorthodox foods.
Goals/Dreams: At this point? Maybe publish a book about the insanity of Starfleet. He's thinking is gonna get plenty of material here on the Enterprise. He actually keeps a private journal for himself to remember specifics. Not that he'll ever admit it to anyone.
Quirks/Habits: smoker, drinker, sarcasm
First Impression: At first, most only see the sarcastic asshole that takes no shit.
Background
Education: Elementary-High: Upper Crust Private Boys school. College: Vassar, The Culinary Institute of America
Parents:
Amanda Corin, Alive
Michael Corin, Deceased
Siblings:
Josh Corin,
Sarah Corin
Personal History: Tony actually comes from a fairly well off, political family, many from the North American Continent may have heard of the Corins. Tony's just such a antithesis to the rest of them that no one ever puts it together. His family loves him, but they really don't get him and he used to be a bit of a liability. Like most rich kids with no responsibility and too much money, he found himself taking illegal drugs. Tony was smart, so really, it was never a problem in high school. When he hit college, he got into even more illegal substances.
Eventually, he found himself up on the coast of Maine for spring break. He liked it there, so, he stayed. He was still hooked on drugs, so he had to find some way to feed his habit. Thus, he found himself as a dishwasher in a little hole in the wall joint that catered to tourists. He idolized the foul mouthed line cooks and fellow misfits who worked in the kitchen. He'd found a home in the restaurant business.
Through, some complicated, young adult crap, mainly, involving not getting a job he thought he should have gotten, he went to The Culinary Institute of America. Screw those guys, he thought, I can do better than that. After graduating, he again found himself sinking into drugs. He bounced from job to job, and eventually, found himself a fiance. After a year or so of job hopping, drugging and generally making an ass of himself, his fiance couldn't take it anymore and kicked his ass to the curb.
Tony doesn't remember a whole lot about what happened between getting kicked out of their shared apartment and ending up in jail. But, the state had quite a case against him involving breaking and entering, drug possession, fighting and grand theft shuttle just to name a few.
Since he was from a pretty powerful political family, and a first time offender, someone pulled strings and he was offered an option. Get sober and go to a penal colony or join Starfleet. After some debate, Tony went with Starfleet.
After some nasty detox Tony found a place that he liked. With his culinary training and resume which included some of the hottest gourmet restaurants in the Northeast, the diplomatic corps grabbed him right up for training in the fine art of giving formal diplomatic meals. Tony liked it for the challenge of making a good meal with odd restrictions. How do you make a professional gourmet meal that doesn't cause an diplomatic incident when some members of the party only eat meat, the other half only eat vegetables, and the rest think food that you don't kill yourself is poison?
Tony was good at his job, very good, until his mouth got in the way. He worked his way up the ranks, bouncing from ship to ship as commanding officer after commanding officer got rid of him. He was smart, so nothing he ever did came back to sit on his record, but, he came to get a bit of a reputation. Not that he ever gave them an excuse to fire his ass. His diplomatic meals were always perfect, the kitchen crew loved him, and the ships crew was always happy with the mess meals.
Every officer he thought was an idiot, knew it and they could never do anything about it but get his ass transferred somewhere else. Only once was he brought up on charges and that was for calling his last captain an "pumpkin headed albino fucker who couldn't command his way out of a goddamn paper bag."
Even with the glowing recommendations from countless diplomats and fellow cooks, no one really wanted him, he had a reputation. Kirk, decided to take him. Tony, finds himself liking the punk kid in charge. Reminds him a little of himself actually.
He's had a few romances since the fiance, but, nothing that's stuck. He likes his job to much, and long hours in a kitchen, a kitchen in space for gods sake, doesn't exactly work well for relationships.
Social
Friends: Right now, maybe McCoy. He's new to the ship so who knows.
Enemies/Rivals: His last captain.
Romantic
Sexual Preference: Women!
Past Relationships: Fiance, Jessica
Present Relationships: None
Planned Relationships: Who knows?
Other:
OOC Information:
Player: Paula
Played By: Anthony Bourdain
Disclaimer: I don't speak for the real Anthony Bourdain nor to I expect him to even like me. I don't pretend that Tony Corin is gonna be anything like Anthony Bourdain, rather, I'll say Tony is inspired by him. If Anthony Bourdain reads this? I <3 you an your show and I'm not a creep I promise. I just liked the idea of you running around a Starship snarking at Kirk.
General Information
Name: Anthony Corin
Nicknames: Tony, Chef, Corin. He might answer to his rank if you really push it, or are Spock.
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Planet of Birth: Earth
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Department: Services
Specialization: Head Chef
Appearance
Height: 6' 4"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown/Black with quite a bit of white creeping in.
Build: Medium
Health:
Eyesight: Nearsighted, but corrected with retinax and whatnot. Probably needs to start wearing reading glasses but he won't admit it yet.
Hearing: Normal
Physical Health: Pretty good, not exactly out of shape, but not in perfect condition either. He smokes, so, his lungs look like it.
General Dexterity: Good hand eye coordination. He's tall so, sometimes he gets clutzy like most tall people do.
Handicaps: He smokes, so, not the best in the running department.
Personality
General: Tony has done it all, seen it all, and has probably made snarky commentary about it. Or at least, he likes to think he has. That doesn't stop him from being fascinated with other people and cultures. It's just, he's seen some of the worst and the best humanity has to offer. He has he opposite of rose colored glasses. He expects the worst out of humanity, but is more than happy to be proved wrong.
He's spent most of his life in the chaotic 'mosh pit' of busy kitchens. Therefore, he's not one to mince words. Once you get past the sarcastic asshole, you find a quick, thoughtful, intelligent guy. Tony is well read (you'd never know it with his vocabulary) and he can turn that side on in a heartbeat if he needs to. He loves experiencing other cultures and isn't afraid to try alien and unorthodox foods.
Goals/Dreams: At this point? Maybe publish a book about the insanity of Starfleet. He's thinking is gonna get plenty of material here on the Enterprise. He actually keeps a private journal for himself to remember specifics. Not that he'll ever admit it to anyone.
Quirks/Habits: smoker, drinker, sarcasm
First Impression: At first, most only see the sarcastic asshole that takes no shit.
Background
Education: Elementary-High: Upper Crust Private Boys school. College: Vassar, The Culinary Institute of America
Parents:
Amanda Corin, Alive
Michael Corin, Deceased
Siblings:
Josh Corin,
Sarah Corin
Personal History: Tony actually comes from a fairly well off, political family, many from the North American Continent may have heard of the Corins. Tony's just such a antithesis to the rest of them that no one ever puts it together. His family loves him, but they really don't get him and he used to be a bit of a liability. Like most rich kids with no responsibility and too much money, he found himself taking illegal drugs. Tony was smart, so really, it was never a problem in high school. When he hit college, he got into even more illegal substances.
Eventually, he found himself up on the coast of Maine for spring break. He liked it there, so, he stayed. He was still hooked on drugs, so he had to find some way to feed his habit. Thus, he found himself as a dishwasher in a little hole in the wall joint that catered to tourists. He idolized the foul mouthed line cooks and fellow misfits who worked in the kitchen. He'd found a home in the restaurant business.
Through, some complicated, young adult crap, mainly, involving not getting a job he thought he should have gotten, he went to The Culinary Institute of America. Screw those guys, he thought, I can do better than that. After graduating, he again found himself sinking into drugs. He bounced from job to job, and eventually, found himself a fiance. After a year or so of job hopping, drugging and generally making an ass of himself, his fiance couldn't take it anymore and kicked his ass to the curb.
Tony doesn't remember a whole lot about what happened between getting kicked out of their shared apartment and ending up in jail. But, the state had quite a case against him involving breaking and entering, drug possession, fighting and grand theft shuttle just to name a few.
Since he was from a pretty powerful political family, and a first time offender, someone pulled strings and he was offered an option. Get sober and go to a penal colony or join Starfleet. After some debate, Tony went with Starfleet.
After some nasty detox Tony found a place that he liked. With his culinary training and resume which included some of the hottest gourmet restaurants in the Northeast, the diplomatic corps grabbed him right up for training in the fine art of giving formal diplomatic meals. Tony liked it for the challenge of making a good meal with odd restrictions. How do you make a professional gourmet meal that doesn't cause an diplomatic incident when some members of the party only eat meat, the other half only eat vegetables, and the rest think food that you don't kill yourself is poison?
Tony was good at his job, very good, until his mouth got in the way. He worked his way up the ranks, bouncing from ship to ship as commanding officer after commanding officer got rid of him. He was smart, so nothing he ever did came back to sit on his record, but, he came to get a bit of a reputation. Not that he ever gave them an excuse to fire his ass. His diplomatic meals were always perfect, the kitchen crew loved him, and the ships crew was always happy with the mess meals.
Every officer he thought was an idiot, knew it and they could never do anything about it but get his ass transferred somewhere else. Only once was he brought up on charges and that was for calling his last captain an "pumpkin headed albino fucker who couldn't command his way out of a goddamn paper bag."
Even with the glowing recommendations from countless diplomats and fellow cooks, no one really wanted him, he had a reputation. Kirk, decided to take him. Tony, finds himself liking the punk kid in charge. Reminds him a little of himself actually.
He's had a few romances since the fiance, but, nothing that's stuck. He likes his job to much, and long hours in a kitchen, a kitchen in space for gods sake, doesn't exactly work well for relationships.
Social
Friends: Right now, maybe McCoy. He's new to the ship so who knows.
Enemies/Rivals: His last captain.
Romantic
Sexual Preference: Women!
Past Relationships: Fiance, Jessica
Present Relationships: None
Planned Relationships: Who knows?
Other:
OOC Information:
Player: Paula
Played By: Anthony Bourdain
Disclaimer: I don't speak for the real Anthony Bourdain nor to I expect him to even like me. I don't pretend that Tony Corin is gonna be anything like Anthony Bourdain, rather, I'll say Tony is inspired by him. If Anthony Bourdain reads this? I <3 you an your show and I'm not a creep I promise. I just liked the idea of you running around a Starship snarking at Kirk.