Lieutenant Jack Wells

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Human
Age		30

Physical Appearance

Height		6'00"
Weight		220 lbs
Hair Color		Dark Brown
Eye Color		Blue
Physical Description		Jack has a stocky, powerful frame honed by years of combat training. His chestnut hair is already showing a few gray strands, and his right arm is a matte gunmetal prosthetic from shoulder to hand. The artificial hand remains visible in uniform.

Family

Spouse
Children
Father		John Wells – Vice President, Claxico Industries
Mother		Lucy Wells, R.N. – Head Administrator, Trivaldi Memorial Hospital
Brother(s)
Sister(s)
Other Family

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Jack is direct, focused, and intensely loyal to Starfleet’s mission—but not its bureaucracy. He distrusts inaction and favors decisive response to threats. While not always warm, he inspires confidence through sheer competence and a no-nonsense approach to leadership.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Strengths: Tactical precision under pressure Strong leadership presence in hostile situations Thorough knowledge of boarding and infiltration tactics Weaknesses: Blunt communication style Tends to distrust non-Starfleet personnel or ambiguous alliances Prefers action over negotiation
Ambitions		Jack doesn’t aspire to command a starship just yet—his goal is to be the best tactical and security leader in the fleet. He thrives in volatile regions, where his mindset can be the difference between survival and disaster.
Hobbies & Interests		Boxing Dom'jot Bourbon and cigars

Personal History		Born in 2370 on Trivaldi, a rugged mining colony near the Betreka Nebula, Jack Wells was raised in a culture that valued grit over glamor. Though his parents held respectable positions—his father a corporate executive for Claxico Industries, and his mother a senior hospital administrator—Jack didn’t grow up pampered. Trivaldi was a hard place: dust-choked towns, long hours, and a daily fight for self-reliance. It wasn’t uncommon for off-world companies to underpay or cut corners, and Jack saw firsthand how easily institutions could fail the people they claimed to protect. As a boy, Jack often accompanied his mother on her emergency rounds, where he witnessed the results of bar brawls, collapsed mining scaffolds, and drunk shuttle accidents. By his teenage years, he had developed a quiet disgust for those who let others suffer through inaction or excuses. He took up boxing to deal with the frustration—first as a hobby, then as an identity. He earned the nickname “Bonecrusher” after a violent altercation where he stepped in to defend a classmate from a group of older bullies, leaving one hospitalized with a shattered orbital socket. Though his grades were solid, it was Jack’s discipline, physicality, and no-nonsense drive that caught the eye of a Starfleet recruiter. Seeing Starfleet as the only institution with the structure and authority to actually protect people across the galaxy, he applied and was accepted into Starfleet Academy in 2388. At the Academy, Jack found his place in security and tactical training, excelling in high-pressure drills and boarding operations. He quickly developed a reputation for unflinching resolve and became the only first-year cadet to win the Academy boxing championship, earning both admiration and resentment among peers. He also gravitated toward law enforcement courses and began studying criminal behavior and investigative techniques. Upon graduation in 2392, Jack was assigned as a junior security officer aboard the USS Argus in the Archanis Sector. There, he cut his teeth in anti-piracy ops and border skirmishes, often working with local governments and shipping firms plagued by theft and trafficking. The work was chaotic and morally gray—conflicting jurisdictions, shady traders, and political compromises. Jack learned that justice in space wasn’t always clean or fair, and his early optimism began to erode. In 2394, a shuttle assault simulation went catastrophically wrong. Jack lost his right arm while saving two crewmen from an accidental detonation. While recovering, he received a promotion to Lieutenant (junior grade) and quietly refused offers to upgrade to a flesh-tone prosthetic, opting instead for an unpainted gunmetal replacement—a reminder that some scars were meant to be seen. From 2395 to 2397, he served as a Tactical Instructor at Starfleet Academy, teaching cadets the hard lessons of survival and threat response. His classes, focused on boarding defense and internal investigations, were respected but never sugar-coated. Cadets found his lectures to be sharp—but not necessarily easy. Promoted to Lieutenant in 2397, Jack was transferred to Starbase 92, where his experience in criminal investigations made him a valuable asset. He coordinated multiple joint operations against pirate groups and even helped dismantle a Gorn-backed smuggling ring operating under the cover of civilian traffic. But the red tape, half-measures, and occasional diplomatic interference only deepened his cynicism. He came to see many parts of Starfleet as well-meaning but soft—out of touch with the hard realities of space. In late 2400, Jack’s career took an unexpected turn. He received urgent orders rerouting him to the USS Valkyrie as a last-minute transfer, not for routine reassignment—but to lead the investigation into the suspicious death of the ship’s executive officer. Starfleet Security needed someone outside the ship’s social web, someone with battlefield grit and investigative teeth. Jack fit the profile. Officially named Chief of Security, his true role was clear: find the killer and clean house, even if it meant stepping on toes or tearing into uncomfortable truths.
Service Record		2388 – 2392: Starfleet Academy – Cadet (Security/Tactical) 2392 – 2394: USS Argus – Security Officer 2394: Promoted to Lieutenant (junior grade) 2395 – 2397: Starfleet Academy – Tactical Instructor 2397: Promoted to Lieutenant 2397 – 2400: Starbase 92 – Tactical Response Lead 2400 – Present: USS Valkyrie – Chief of Security