Ensign Niol Tyo
Name Niol Tyo
Position Counselor's Aide
Rank Ensign
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Betazoid. | |
| Age | 29. |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'11". | |
| Weight | 140 pounds. | |
| Hair Color | Red. | |
| Eye Color | Black. | |
| Physical Description | 5'11", 140 pounds. Niol is on the taller end of the spectrum for Betazoid males, but relatively average compared to other alien species. He has bright, pitch black eyes that shine with a depth of warmth but that can turn into never-ending pitch black holes of coldness. He has curly auburn hair that falls about his forehead easily. He wears his uniform with a bit of due casualness, preferring the short-sleeved variety to the long sleeved. His hair is usually messy. He usually has a neutral or relaxed look on his face, which alternates sometimes with internal tension or agitation. On his forehead on the right side the glowing lights of a cortical implant can be spotted. If one did not know better, they might say that Niol was of a youthful sort of innocence, though upon examination, one can tell there is something just a little different about him. |
Family
| Spouse | None. | |
| Children | None. | |
| Father | Unknown. | |
| Mother | Unknown. | |
| Brother(s) | Unknown. | |
| Sister(s) | Unknown. | |
| Other Family | Napen Tyo (Adoptive father). Hithmanis Tyo (Adoptive mother). |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Niol is mostly calm. He wears a cortical implant that helps stem the flow of the thoughts constantly going on around him. He sometimes seems to be very imprecise, uncoordinated in how he talks or expresses himself. At his core he feels very deeply, very intensely, but was never taught how to refine that into a mature adult emotion. Niol has never made a friend, because he does not understand friendships properly. At heart he tries to do the right thing when he can. He can be sometimes bold and charismatic, or prone to a strange existential wisdom, but often he is merely dissociated and watchful, cold, calculating. Watching Niol interact with animals is remarkably different than watching him interact with people. Despite these difficulties, Niol makes an interesting and intuitive counselor. He provides his charges with answers, plans, and an unending well of empathy from within himself. Often, this empathy is obscured by a tendency within his character toward violence - however he is a technical pacifist. He will not harm without provocation. He is good at the meticulous side of things, though in personal style he can come off more casual - uniform sleeves rolled up, hair messed about. He is diligent, persevering, constantly questing and seeking, optimistic, and he works well in a team. Niol has a very good understanding of combat and fighting, which is often surprising in a simple counselor's aide. At heart, Niol is soft-spoken, shy, and deeply insecure. His emotions are often whirlwinding and immature-childlike, though he keeps them under tight reign. As such, he can come off almost sociopathic in the worst conditions, an odd contradiction. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | (+) Diligent, optimistic, calm (when the cortical implant is functioning). He is meticulous and applies a perseverance to the tasks set out before him that sometimes seems like it comes out of nowhere. He always wants to learn, always wants to better himself, and always wants to make things right. He is constantly redefining his beliefs, his opinions, and as such is remarkably open minded. He is very honest, in Betazoid tradition, sometimes coming across as blunt. He doesn't hide who he is or what he has done. He follows a set moral code rigorously. (=/=) Born with his telempathic abilities, Niol is a very powerful telepath. Unfortunately these abilities are entirely uncontrolled, and made for a very confusing time on Betazed for him. He did not understand how to interact, could not distinguish his own mind from those around him, and the subsequent treatment by his family left him shattered enough to commit murder just to release the pain inside of him without understanding what murder even meant. Yet, still, he remains absolutely perceptive and intuitive, insightful. (-) Passive aggressive, Niol never learned how to properly deal with his inner emotions of rage and grief and sadness and loneliness. When he feels offended or upset by something, he often does not say it, preferring instead to isolate or shut people out. This can confuse people who then believe they have done something wrong or are being punished. Niol finds relationships confusing at the best of times, and usually operates in a purely intellectual role when dealing with patients who require interpersonal assistance. Mostly this is why he is an aide and not a true counselor. Niol is somewhat more of a wild personality, his instinctive responses being more feral and immature than not. Niol's baser instincts sometimes lend him an eerie, cold, far-away appearance. This is prominent in how he interacts with others, lending him a strange, intimidating sort of look. |
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| Ambitions | Niol has no other ambitions except to prove that he is worthy and that he is a good person. He would like to learn enough about relationships that he is able to be certified a legitimate counselor. These are all ambitions kept close to his heart, as he is not one to reveal much about himself beyond what is compulsory and befitting of honesty. | |
| Hobbies & Interests | Tending to animals and livestock, Niol has an almost intrinsic understanding of animals and how they work. He enjoys holistic approaches, aromatherapy, energy work including some practices of reiki from human culture. Niol is an excellent chef, a skill he discovered in Kanahda Prison. He enjoys puzzles, swimming, dancing, and wide open spaces where he can lie down. Fond of tactical simulations, martial arts and weaponry, Niol can be found in the holodeck practicing the various forms he is familiar with including aikido and muay thai from Earth as well as several Betazoid variants. He is proficient in many different forms of weaponry and finds a sense of structure and release in engaging simulations. Some may say that Niol enjoys combat far too much to be normal, but he hasn't hurt anyone maliciously since he was a child. In the Betazed War, he does have several kills under his belt, done out of necessity. Backing away from that life, he prefers a more controlled approach. Thus, he is often always found in the holodeck. | |
| Languages | Betazoid (Universal Translator). |
| Personal History | Niol was the Betazoid word for silence. The Betazoid society did not approve of silence. It was stifling, and oppressive. They thought silence was the antithesis to truth. Betazoids prized truth above all else. A race of telepathic beings, they could do no other, but show the truth of themselves. Niol was also the name of a boy, born black-eyed just shy of 2359. To Betazoids, birth was the establishment of life. Hope and a new beginning. Birth was to be celebrated and rejoiced. Houses along the streets were to be garnered in thick, green winding-vines. Muktok plants were to be given to the due mother, springs of uttaberry wine to be consumed. Niol was not born to any of these. The smoke from a back-alley restaurant screamed its rejoice as Niol was birthed. The bricks, crumbling brick-red structures, they crumbled their rejoice as Niol entered this new world. The alley was stagnant and the garbage piled up a stench. The moon shone down as the garbage-mothers outstretched their arms, and held the baby boy to their breast. He was found two days later, blue and hoarse from screaming, large black eyes wide in terror. As they touched him to bring him to the hospital, Niol collapsed. Soon, Niol's namesake became evident. As he grew, he did not speak. He was placed with an adoptive family, the only one that would take a kind like him. There was nothing that could be done. The boy was born with his telepathic powers, which left most to the fate of insanity or death. He was locked out of the world. Locked out of understanding and communication. Niol's best verbal entreaty was a shriek that rattled bones. His black eyes were wild. His clothes were ragged in tatters. He ripped them apart on his body, scrape-nailed his arms, his face. His new family tried to feed him, but he could not be fed. He would vomit the food up, or knock it away. So finally he did not get fed, save for the leftovers that were brought to his corner. Throughout it all, he remained Niol. Silenced. So much that they could not name him another thing. Names must fit the person, and it fit the boy well. They left him in the closet. He seemed to be happy there. He would shriek and interrupt their dinners, their guests would wonder at this strange, crazy being. They put a lock on the closet. Napen Tyo was a prominent banker on Betazed who owned his own well established bank. He needed to have a good image. When his wife was gone, he tried to put to test some tools he had learned for dealing with wild-rogue telepaths. He took Niol out of the closet and beat him repeatedly until the screaming stopped. This new technique worked wonders. Soon, Niol knew no longer to shriek. He rocked back and forth, pressed his palms against his eyes. Moaned, but he did not shriek. When Niol reached ten years of age, Betazed-Jurisdiction Department of Law demanded Niol be enrolled into public education. They would put him into special education and try and teach him some mind techniques with the children who were growing into their powers. This did not go over well. Niol raged and screamed. The other children made fun of him. He would do inappropriate or disgusting things in anger. He was frustrated he could not talk. He was beaten at home when he did not do right. He could not express the thoughts in his mind. They were lost amidst a growing cacophony, a symphony of other mind voices. Niol was eleven years old when he took his first life. A boy after school. Niol was lost on his way home. They did not usually care if he made it back. Perhaps they hoped he would get lost forever. He was lost, alone, and afraid. The fear terror threatened him. He spoke his name over and over in the wind. Silence. The boy snuck up behind him. Laughed at him. Frightened him. Niol wanted them to see his pain. He thrust himself at the other boy and thrust his mind and his thoughts and his memories, whirlwinds, as he bashed the boy's head against a rock. For the first time in his life, he felt peace. The knowing, the power was in the knowing. He wanted them all to know. Know what it felt like. To have your thoughts crushed out of you. To have the fear, and the whip at your back. To have the darkness for comfort. To never know fullness. When he was provoked, it usually ended in death. When Niol was thirteen, the bodies of six of his peers were discovered and linked back to him. He was subjected to an interrogative procedure that did not go anywhere. They said he was feral, and he was. He did not know how to live in civilized society. Niol was like an animal. He lived on an animal level. He killed when he needed to. He killed to survive. No one spoke of what went on behind closed doors, and Niol was locked in a maximum security Betazed prison. The prison was reinforced with therion-duranium coating, a specialized substance that prevented telepathy from being used to overpower security guards. For the first time in his life, Niol was left alone in his mind. The guards spoke with him through the window and found him to be a sober, quiet child. Somber and wild, but intelligent. Through the glass and metal, they showed him picture books that gradually turned into learning words. The Betazoids were not inherently cruel people. They just did not know what to do with him. What could you do with someone as Niol? Attaining peace for the first time since he could remember, though he was locked away, without the minds and the berating and the beating and the starvation. The company, the people who liked him. It was an odd sort of irony that being in prison was the best thing that ever happened to him. Two years went by with minor incidents here and there. He would get into a nightmare frenzy, recalling what had happened, that he could not make sense of the jumble. The constant mindless rage of his father, the darkness deep inside the closet. While many of the prison counselors and guards found him able to be reasoned with and docile once he was able to organize his own mind, there was still a sort of primitive, deep, lashing violence within him. It was for this reason he was not released back into society, as well as the fact that they had not developed a way for him to remain in control of his own mind. In 2374, Betazed was invaded by the Dominion occupation, lead by Cardassian forces. They constructed an orbital station, Sentok Nor, where they rounded up Betazed civilians to experiment in order to create the perfect telepathic soldier. In prison, a few inmates with considerable telepathic power were offered a choice. They could receive a full pardon in exchange for service in the newly established Betazed Resistance. Niol signed up almost immediately along with a few others from Kanahda Prison. The offensive was a tough, precise strike. It involved the Betazoids, along with help from Deanna Troi and a convicted serial killer Hent Tevren. They focused their mental abilities, while fighting a bloody resistance war that lasted three years, driving out individual Cardassian sects. Niol was one of the operative offensive officers in the field, and in one telepathic strike as they got close enough to Sentok Nor, they disabled the Cardassian fleet. The Cardassians were driven off of Betazed, leaving Niol's homeworld free. A ceremony to celebrate this was conducted in 2377, where Niol along with his fellow crewmates were honored and received the Betazed Medal of Honor, one of the highest service tokens available to receive. One in every twelve Betazoids suffered permanent brain injury during the assault, due to the extensive taxing it took on the Betazoid nervous system. Niol was allowed free from the prison after he was outfitted with a cortical monitor that allowed for him to null the psionic effects of those around him. This, compounded with lexorin, was sufficient treatment enough to allow him back into society. The cortical monitor was only developed after the Cardassian occupation. Niol spent the next seven years at a farming ranch out by himself. He trained various Betazoid native animals to send to the newly established Tevren Neuropsychological Facility, in honor of Hent Tevren, who perished in the War. Niol spent those years also receiving a certification in therapeutic practices and animal assistance. At 25 years old, Niol was approached by a Federation official as to whether or not he might serve in Starfleet. This was after an extensive and careful reviewing of his records, and his current profile, that suggested he was not a danger. Niol accepted, and was shuttled off-world amidst another ceremony of goodbye. Births were new beginnings. Hope, illustrious brightness. The sky and the sun sang their rejoice as he left, bidding him farewell. In 2388, after a long and arduous four years at Starfleet Academy, Niol graduated as an ensign. He would have graduated as a lieutenant junior grade, but everyone on his ISP (Individual Starfleet Program) team agreed it would be best to start slowly. He chose the field of counseling to enter, finding a somewhat ironic solace in the idea that he could perhaps others mentally as he had never been helped. Not until it was too late, anyway. He studied various holistic approaches, as well as medical concerns and psychological techniques. He was also known for incorporating animals into his therapeutic studies, finding it most beneficial. While he did not make many friends at Starfleet Academy, most found him easy to work with if stoic and somewhat strange. The rest of Niol's Starfleet Academy records are filled with hours upon hours of tactical training simulations, weapons combat proficiency, evade and capture scenarios, capture-the-flag, and other war-games in the Academy's holodeck. Hours upon hours of martial arts training, phaser combat training, tactical awareness and planning. It is in stark contrast to what is normally expected of a counselor, but he always kept himself under control even when provoked. Records were examined meticulously, to determine if Niol was a suitable candidate. His studies were marked, and his obvious diligence in pursuing them was clear. He had a need, a desire, to prove that he could do this. He could be more than just Silence. He was more than a feral killer. At graduation, Niol was assigned to the U.S.S Iapetus, NCC-83721 as a counseling aide under the counseling officers and the chief counselor, hoping to prove that he is competent in the field and able to manage the responsibilities laid out for him. |
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| Service Record | Three years at Betazed Public Education (Civilian) Two years at Kanahda Prison (Inmate) Three years at Betazed Militia Resistance (Operative) Seven years at Tevren Neuropsychological Facility (Civilian/student) Four years at Starfleet Academy Medical School (Cadet) <1 years at U.S.S Iapetus NCC-83721 (Ensign) |