Lt. Eric Joshua Mullin
Starfleet Security Officer
5'2", 135 lbs, Brown hair, hazel eyes, very slight build. Oval, clean shaven face with a ready smile.


Eric joined starfleet fifteen years ago. He's a dilligent investigator and an able administrator.  He has not caught the eye of the promotion board for several reasons. One, up until three years ago, he was an ardent womanizer.  Two, he's a suspected collaborator of the Maquis.  And Three, he's really, really good where he's at.

He has a wife, Lt. Doonna Mullin, who works in the Science Labs doing unoriginal, but competent work.  They have a daughter, Jill (2) and enjoy spending time in the Natural Habitat as much as they can.

Eric barely qualifies with a phaser and has been advised to "stay out of any fist fights that happen to break out around you."  He is irreverant, tends to say things without thinking. To superior officers.  Especially while intoxicated.

Other interests are, oddly, Westerns, Japan, and cooking.  Seriously, his wife actually had a 'stove' and an 'oven' installed in their quarters.  She's only mildly concerned by his position in Security, though he convinces her that 'The security office is the safest place on the ship.'