Captain Philippe Auvray
Name Philippe Auvray
Position Starfleet Command
Rank Captain
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 54 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'11" / 180cm | |
| Weight | 201lbs / 91kg | |
| Hair Color | Grey | |
| Eye Color | Blue | |
| Physical Description | Philippe Auvray is a man carrying the pomp of old age without quite the dignity to back it up. His figure has gone round with the years--stout through the middle, shoulders no longer sharp, though he still dresses as though he were a portrait subject. His grey hair is thinning but tended, combed carefully so that the light picks it up in uneven flashes, like starlight off tarnished silver. His uniform is always crisp, pressed, and worn with the theatricality of someone who knows how the cloth drapes and what impression it should make. He prefers to stand, chest out, hands splayed on a table or clasped behind his back, because sitting feels too ordinary for a man of his imagined stature. |
Family
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Auvray is a peacock disguised as a captain: pompous, dramatic, and in love with his own voice. He thrives on courtly gestures—finger snaps, flourishes, rolling French inflections that make even reprimands sound like theatre. He sees meetings not as briefings but as performances, where he is both conductor and soloist. Yet his vanity carries a soft edge; he isn’t cruel so much as self-satisfied, more comical than tyrannical. He prides himself on refinement, on precision over bluster, though he can’t resist a story that casts him as the hero. Beneath all of it, there lingers a trace of insecurity--an awareness, perhaps, that others see the act for what it is, but he doubles down on the performance anyway, because without it he might be just another aging man in a uniform. |
| Personal History | TBD | |
| Service Record | TBD |