Lieutenant JG Jean-Baptiste Dorsainvil
Name Jean-Baptiste Calixte Toussaint Dorsainvil
Position Assistant Chief Tactical Officer
Rank Lieutenant JG
Character Information
Gender | Male | |
Species | Human | |
Age | 29 |
Physical Appearance
Height | 6'1" / 185cm | |
Weight | 184lbs / 83kg | |
Hair Color | Black | |
Eye Color | Brown | |
Physical Description | Tall and broad-shouldered, JB carries himself with the kind of quiet composure often mistaken of aloofness. He has a rich, deep-brown complexion and the strong, clean lines of his Haitian ancestry--high cheekbones, expressive eyebrows and a gaze that rarely softens even in repose. His eyes are intense--not unkind. They miss very little. He keeps his hair closely cropped. His presence is always low-burning--like a storm you don't hear coming until it's here. He speaks in measured tones, in a deep, cultivated voice that suggests a man frequently used to withholding more than he reveals. |
Family
Father | Pierre-Henri Dorsainvil | |
Mother | Judeline Dorsainvil (nee Saint-Eloi) | |
Sister(s) | Angeline: 26 years-old, PhD Candidate, Classical Literature, Sorbonne Université, Paris, France, Earth. Élise: 25 years-old, Exoarchaeologist. |
Personality & Traits
General Overview | Jean-Baptiste is not the kind of man who fills a room. He settles into it--quietly, observantly--taking the measure of others before offering any of himself. There's a gravity to him, unspoken but unmistakable, the kind born not of arrogance, but of having seen and done things most officers only read about in debriefings. He is thoughtful, deliberate, and exacting--especially with himself. He was once idealistic. That part of him is not dead, but it's been buried beneath layers upon layers of disillusionment and self-reproach. His manner is calm, composed, and professionally distant--though never cold. He is the sort who will remember the names of every crewmember lost in a mission, even if he never once called them by their first name. Beneath his restraint is a fierce loyalty to those who do their duty without cruelty, without ambition, without losing themselves. He admires integrity above all. He does not make decisions lightly. When he does, he owns them. That ownership is both a strength and a scar--he carries the weight of past failures not as excuses, but as warnings. He will not be caught blind again. He refuses to be used. Dorsainvil struggles with trust. Not because he assumes the worst, but because he once assumed the best--and paid for it. He is slow to let people in, even slower to ask for help. Still, he is not unkind. He listens well. He's perceptive. He knows when to offer silence. And for all his reticence, he is deeply capable of compassion. Just not often for himself. There is a tension in him, a man caught between what he was supposed to be and what he ultimately became. That inner conflict gives him edge. It also makes him fascinating: a quiet idealist having donned a cynic's armour. He's searching for meaning in a world that often rewards cruelty over conscience. He is not out to prove himself anymore. He is here to live with the choices he's made--and, if he can, to make better ones next time. |
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Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths: -Analytical Clarity: JB sees angles others miss--he's perceptive, pattern-oriented, and grounded in practical logic. -Moral Intelligence: Despite what his record might suggest, he has a strong (if battered) ethical core. He questions outcomes, not just inputs. -Command Presence: He rarely raises his voice, but when he speaks, people listen. He commands space without demanding it. Weaknesses: -Disillusionment: He no longer believes the system is clean. That mistrust colours his interactions with command and makes him slow to trust others--or even himself. -Emotional Reserve: Vulnerability does not come easily. He tends to isolate, especially under pressure. -Unforgiving: He holds himself to impossible standards and rarely offers himself the grace he gives others. He hasn't found a way to move on from Bryn'kal III. He may never. |
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Ambitions | Officially, his current ambition is to serve competently and rebuild his career. Unofficially, he wants something more elusive: to become the kind of officer he thought he'd be before the system got its claws in him. He doesn't dream of promotion or accolades--he wants to live with himself. To make peace with the man in the mirror. To find some quiet truth beyond the noise of politics and power. He is not looking to lead. But if asked, he would do so with the reluctant weight of a man who knows the total costs involved. |
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Hobbies & Interests | -Spiritual Philosophy: Though no longer religious in any conventional sense, JB still reads sacred texts from Earth and beyond--the Bhagavad Gita, the Prophets' Scrolls, K'tarian dream psalms, the Bible--seeking fragments of wisdom in the echoes of disbelief. -Chess: Not for victory, but for clarity. He plays slowly, deliberately, and never rushes the endgame. -Cooking: A quiet holdover from his childhood in Haiti. He rarely shares this hobby but sometimes prepares traditional Haitian meals when alone--griot, pikliz, fried plantain, lambi. The act of preparation calms him in ways his Starfleet career never will. -Swimming: Open water, when possible. He finds something restorative in the push and pull of the current. It is a reminder that he is alive. -Boxing: While no longer actively boxing, he was a frequent competitor at Starfleet Academy matches and was a two-time runner-up for the Academy belt. -Music: Mid-20th century jazz classics. It makes the melancholy easier to stomach. Also Ethopian jazz fusion. |
Personal History | Born in Bainet, Haiti, Earth to a well-connected diplomatic family, Jean-Baptiste was raised amid expectation and inherited ideals. His early education leaned heavily toward the classical disciplines--ethics, literature, theology--and he studied philosophy and comparative religion at Université de Strasbourg in France before joining Starfleet Academy. His original intent being to become a counselor--to help others navigate the burdens of service. But that path didn't hold. His father, Pierre-Henri--a well-connected Federation government official with ambitions of legacy--had other plans. Through Admiral Lachlan Spyvee--family friend and looming figure in Starfleet Intelligence--JB was ushered onto a different track: one tailored for analysis and strategy. He excelled. JB graduated with honours in psychology, with additional studies in interstellar conflict modelling and intelligence theory. He became a promising field analyst, quick to assess, slower to judge, methodical to fault. And then came Bryn'kal III. The mission remains sealed to this day, the particulars classified. What is known--quietly--is that JB was part of a crisis management operation involving conflicting civilian and military targets. The decision he made ended the threat. It also ended lives. Non-combatants. Far too many. His name was on the report. His commendation was discreet. His conscience was not. He left Intelligence soon after. Not in disgrace--not exactly. But the walls had closed around him. Colleagues whispered. Some feared him; others dismissed him as another of Spyvee's cold-blooded projects. He transferred to Strategic Operations. It was a move he called "a reassignment." Those whom know him better see it for what it was: a man stepping back from the edge, trying to redefine the lines he once crossed. |
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Service Record | 2386: Graduated Starfleet Academy with honours. Areas of study included psychology, interstellar conflict modelling and intelligence theory. Assignments: 1. Starfleet Intelligence - Field Division (Classified Locations) Position: Field Analyst, Special Threat Assessment Unit Duration: 2 years, 4 months Notes: Served under direct oversight of Admiral Lachlan Spyvee. Tasked with real-time intelligence gathering and operational analysis during emergent threat scenarios. Played a pivotal role in the controversial Bryn'kal III response. Decision-making during that operation prevented escalation and potential war, though at the cost of civilian casualties. Quietly commended and reassigned following internal fallout. Commendation Note from Admiral Lachlan Spyvee (Starfleet Intelligence Directorate) (extract classified, level Theta-4 required) "Ensign Dorsainvil made the correct call. Others might have hesitated. Others might have sought absolution rather than resolution. He chose to end the crisis, not prolong it. That decision, however regrettable in its consequence, was the right one. We ask our officers to act in the grey. He did so--decisively, and with integrity. History will not thank him. I do." Post-Assignment Note: Following reassignment review, Dorsainvil voluntarily transferred out of Intelligence. Subsequent career track rerouted to Strategic Operations. Noted by internal evaluators as exhibiting signs of "operational fatigue and ethical disaffection," but also marked for "unusual resilience, moral clarity, and exceptional situational discernment under duress." |