High Concept: Handsome but Cynical Human Security Officer from Titan.
Trouble: I Might Be a Cynic But I Can't Resist a Damsel In Distress
Aspect #1: Everyone is Hiding Something.
Aspect #2: Beneath my sardonic exterior I'm a romantic at heart.
Aspect #3: (None yet)
Approaches: Security +3, Wits +2, Command +2, Medical +1, Science +1, Engineering +0

Stunt: Because I was the Judo champion at Starfleet Academy Two Years Running I get +2 to Use Security to attack when engaging an enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

Mr. Carson is from the colony on the Saturnian moon of Titan. A reasonably good student he entered Starfleet Academy and found he excelled at combat and other elements of security operations, almost as much as he excelled at dating the seemingly limitless number of attractive young women from different planets and species that could be found on San Francisco (actually his reputation is a little undeserved here - he's happy to flirt but he's a romantic at heart.)

After various minor postings Carson was promoted deputy chief security officer on the Cario midway through her tour along the edge of the Romulan Neutral Zone. He was still there when Admiral Marcus launched his scheme. The result of that shook Carson to his core. He'd idolised Admiral Marcus (even - briefly - dating his daughter) and had leaned more towards the hawk wing of Starfleet. To realise that his idol not only had feet of clay but was an out and out traitor left him distraught and the brooding cynic he is today (at least on the outside.)

Carson is a little over six feet tall and in excellent shape, a handsome dark haired man with dark blue eyes. He has a fondness for Romulan ale, Bolian cooking and Andorian women (despite being a redshirt his favourite colour is definitely blue!) His hobbies including collecting rare and exotic melee weaponry (he has a Roman gladius and an Andorian ushaan-tor among others) and reading 20th century detective fiction.