#gavvrok

I need to ramble about my Married OCs SO INCREDIBLY BADLY so here we go!!!!!!!!

Evaris (he/him) is Vulcan (and a quarter Romulan), raised by a multi-species polycule with only one other Vulcan in it after his birth parents died, considered V’Tosh Ka’tur by most of his culture. Gavvrok (he/him, chah/ghah) is a Soul Warrior (transgender), broke out of his family’s restaurant industry to join Starfleet, took a break to protest the Klingon-Cardassian war, then returned shortly after. Neither of them really “fit in” to the cultures that bore them, and thus found comfort in each other.

Evaris Saved Gavvrok’s Life As A Meet Cute

They’ve married for three years, and bonded for four. They met five years ago on Khitomer Orbital 3 when Evaris prevented an assassination attempt on Gavvrok by a Gowron Loyalist for his activism on Qo’nos. The two became dear friends not long after.

Evaris’s Pon Farr

Almost year later, Evaris was put in the perilous position of entering his first Pon Farr with no bondmate to speak of. Gavvrok went out of his way to look for answers, and found himself to be the safest and most compatible option aboard. Not only as a Klingon (strong enough to physically handle Evaris’s volatile state), but as the closest person emotionally to Evaris aboard. He essentially lured Evaris to the holodeck and convinced him to let him help. Using all of his Tangqa’ training, Klingon strength and warrior’s training, and his deep affection for his friend. The both of them survived, and remained Bonded afterward.

Logic, Honor, and Tal-shaya

Becoming increasingly worried about Gavvrok’s safety, he attempts to teach Gavvrok Tal-shaya, the deadliest of Vulcan martial arts. This greatly upsets Gavvrok, they had a massive fight (both verbal and physical sparring) over it. Gavvrok called him “an honorless skulking cold-hearted puppet master”, Evaris called him “antiquated and illogical” and revealed he had a lot more prejudice toward Klingons than he had realized. Daring claim maybe the more common interpretation of “the Klingon way” was the right one occasionally, and that Gav didn’t have the strength to stick to it. They wouldn’t speak for weeks, couldn’t even be in the same room because of the Bond. With no means of unbinding themselves, they decided to confront each other. The air was cleared, apologies (mostly Evaris’s) were made. They went on to discuss how names like “Surak” and “Kahless” and words like “honor” and “logic” can be used to justify just about anything. Gavvrok has just as complicated a relationship with honor as Evaris does with logic, a relationship that has made them outcasts on their own worlds. Gavvrok willingly learns Tal-shaya, but only as a test of his own sense of Honor not to use it. Evaris reluctantly agrees, feeling like he has somehow tainted an otherwise peaceful soul.

The Ridiculously Massive Wedding

Position: First Officer and Intelligence Officer aboard the U.S.S. Tubman Rank: Lieutenant Commander Species: Vulcan Gender: Male Date of Birth: 2344 Age: 36 Place of Birth: Intersectional Colony Aquarius 12 Height: 1.75 meters Weight: 66 kilograms Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brown Family: J'tk T'zai Neras (Father, Deceased 2344), J'tk T'zai T'Pava (Mother, Deceased 2344), J'tk S'zhr T'Wan (Grandmother), Gavvrok Son of Ghir (Spouse, Married 2375), Aquarius Commune 4-E (Hadi, Akiron Zadit, Jason O'Hara, Agara Daughter of Bator, Gofibidanpova, Nasir Xiangling, M'tr P'met T'Minva, all legal parents of the Officer and thus required listing). Education: Starfleet Academy (Class of 2366), Starfleet School of Intelligence (Class of 2368)

Service Record: [CLASSIFIED] Ensign (designation "Informant Remus") aboard Deep Space 9 (2371), Lieutenant (designation "Federation Attache") on Qo'nos during the Klingon-Cardassian War (2372). [DECLASSIFIED] Lieutenant as Intelligence Consultant aboard Khitomer Orbital 3 (2379), Lieutenant Commander U.S.S. Tubman (Present)

Background Story: Born (and orphaned) on ISC Aquarius 12 by pirate raiders, raised by parents' unorthodox multi-species "group marriage" commune, exposing officer to many cultures alien to his own at a young age. An invaluable and insightful operative in numerous debacles regarding Klingon, Romulan, and Orion diplomatic procedures and intelligence acquisition throughout the 2370s. Moved on to less immersive work post-marriage to Doctor Gavvrok, both have transferred from Khitomer Orbital 3 to the U.S.S. Tubman. [CLASSIFIED] Officer has received instructions to discreetly keep a watchful eye out for Maquis activity. As well as to report significant shifts in politics indicated by refugee rumor mills.

Personality Profile: The only species this Officer struggles to get along with is his own. It is not that he disregards his heritage and Surak's teachings, but rather has a markedly nuanced interpretation of them. There is a noticeable malleability to the way the commander engages with other species, subtly adopting their mannerisms without showing his hand. However, the commander struggles to seek out necessary help. He has displayed symptoms of Vulcan PTSD and Cleithrophobia in the past, but his husband (and concurrently, Chief Medical Officer) has reported improvement since the transfer. It is to the relief to officers who personal know him that he has married a Doctor.

Addendum: The commander would like it to be known he considers Admiral Sulu a personal hero, and has a fascination with pirates of all eras and cultures, aesthetically, not ethically.

Physical Profile: Short by Vulcan male standards, unusual haircut and choice in facial hair (colloquially known as "The Riker") compared to the Vulcan mainstream but well within Starfleet safety codes.

Day One: What does your character think they want?

Evaris: He’s one of those people that didn’t get enough attention paid to him as a child (busy parents, not getting along with neurotypical other Vulcan children) so he tries to fill that hole in his heart by acquiring notoriety and accomplishments (as much as a Federation spy can) and uses the necessity of taking on different roles and personas for his profession as a way of escaping from himself. Even though he does genuinely love acting as a craft, he mostly does it because he thinks the real Evaris only drives people away, like it did with his Vulcan peers, and he is incredibly lonely as a result. At the very least, until he meets and falls in love with his husband Gavvrok, only then does he realize he’s capable of being loved for himself and that other people consider him worth befriending.

Gavvrok: He thinks he wants to reach Sto’vo’kor when he dies, and he’s terrified that he won’t because of his oath as a physician and therapist. He’s been told and shown his whole life that the best way to get to Sto’vo’kor is through glorious violence, and it is not in his nature to be violent and he only wants the ambiguous definition of glory because he has been told to. He’s wrangled the meaning into the idea that he will find his way to Sto’vo’kor by ensuring that his fellow warriors don’t reach it before their proper time, but he’s worried it doesn’t work that way. All he really wants is to help people, deep down he doesn’t really care about Sto’vo’kor, if a life of service means and a disgraceful afterlife, so be it.

Day 2: What does your character actually want?

Day 1

Evaris: Evaris is incredibly lonely, even if he doesn’t let himself admit it. More than him being a spy and not feeling like he could afford having real friends in case he ends up having to lie to, betray, or be betrayed by them. Ironically he is an unusually sociable and friendly Vulcan, a chatterbox (by Vulcan standards) a pirate enthusiast, and musician. Getting along much better with other species than his own. He just wants someone he can trust, someone that won’t disappear, someone he’d never have to turn his back on and loves him unconditionally. So of course he gets into the messy business of falling in love with one of the only Klingons in Starfleet just barely after the Empire has joined the Federation 😅

Gavvrok: He just wants peace, peace of mind, and peace for the Empire, even if he’s been taught all his life that that is not an honorable way of thinking. He doesn’t want peace in the practical, warrior way that Klingons have come to accept as an act of self-preservation, he wants true peace, peace with sticking power, no violence required. He feels like every day is a performance to meet the social standards of Klingons he isn’t even among. As much as he talks about the convoluted manner being a therapist and physician will get him into Sto’vo’kor, he doubts it every second of his life. He examines the history of self-destruction his people repeat over and over and over in the name of glory and it makes him so, incredibly tired. He’s kept these desires bottled up inside him for so long he barely recognizes them as his. He’s just not a fighter, even though he can fight and uses it within his profession as a tool, he never wants to. It’s exhausting.

Day 3: What does your character need?

Day 1 • Day 2

Evaris: Evaris needs friends, he needs people that won’t turn their backs on him when things get hard. As a spy, and as a social outcast on his home world, he has been taught that such people don’t exist, and if they do, they don’t want him. So he exists in self-imposed detached exile, desperately social, but refusing to let people in any further than casual acquaintance.

Gavvrok: Gavvrok needs a break, that and emotional, spiritual validation. He tries so hard to be the best doctor, and the best Klingon, he can be within the perimeters if his healing profession. He has the temperament of a peaceful man, war disgusts him, yet he can’t let go of measuring himself against the impossible standards of Klingon warriorhood. He needs someone to tell him that his self-worth shouldn’t be based on what happens when he dies, that a society of only warriors cannot function, and it’s okay to not be one. More than that, he needs to believe them.

If your character had to choose one favorite memory, what would it be? How about their worst memory? Why would they pick these two memories?

Y’know, this kinda accidentally turned into an OC mini shipping fic and I’m not even mad. I wouldn’t really know what to put here for T’Wan’s answer yet anyway XD

Evaris’s best memory of a reoccurring pattern of his life, one he tries to incorporate into every single day after becoming a security officer, or at least no longer a deep-cover spy. That is laying on opposite ends of the couch as his husband, partially entwined, and reading a book in perfect, harmonious silence. In shared quarters with all their plants and their lazy, delightfully stupid rescue Warg. Finally, a moment of wholeness, where nothing was wrong, and he wasn’t alone.

His worst memory is harbored in a hazy stretch of unpleasantness. He got himself captured on purpose by an anti-Federation group of Klingon terrorists. Tortured, thrown into solitary confinement, he only lost control when they discovered that they had another Klingon aboard (Gavvrok). They hadn’t even threatened to hurt him or even the crew before Evaris snapped. After a particularly long and unpleasant bout of solitary confinement, they insisted on deriding him and jeering about Gavvrok’s profession, his Starfleet position, and the fact he’d married a Vulcan. The jointed, blended memories of the both of them being so horribly bullied growing up woke something in Evaris that overwhelmed every once of his Vulcan discipline & Starfleet training.

By the time the crew got to him, the majority of the Klingon crew were unconscious with broken bones and concussions, and he was currently beating their captain’s face into an unrecognizable pulp. It took three officers and Gavvrok using every bit of his telepathic Bond with him to bring him back down. After the incident, he nearly resigned from Starfleet, he meditated day and night. When he wasn’t deep in the Psthan (self-searching meditation) he was devoting himself to busywork and pouring over the Kir’Shara. While he wouldn’t object to touch, at least not from Gavvrok, he was absolutely paranoid about touching him, or anyone else, back.

Gavvrok’s best memory (and proudest moment as a combat therapist) begins in the same place Evaris’s worst memory ends. As soon as there was a lull of semi-peace on Qo’nos, he begged Evaris to take leave with him there to go “meet his parents”. He’d never taken Evaris to Qo’nos, he didn’t get along with his parents or peers. Among his worst memories was in his adolescence before he transitioned (he’s AFAB), there was a group of particularly mean-spirited girls who had goaded him into courting a girl, having mistaken himself for a lesbian. It was through freezing up and letting the girl do everything short of claw his eyes out with no interest whatsoever to fight back that he learned that he was neither cis nor straight nor a fighter. His only positive memories were his residency in the finest psychiatric hospital the world had to offer, far away from home before he joined Starfleet medical. He and Evaris had eloped, and had never been to T’Khasi either. Bringing Evaris home was like bringing a shiny, glorious shield against all the dirty looks and side comments he’d ever received in his life.

He knew it was a little selfish, and that seeing how people treated him on Qo’nos would make Evaris grumpy and remind him of the recent encounter, but he had a plan. It was already working, he watched with a combination of confusion, annoyance, awe, and delight as Evaris actually got along with his parents. They’d almost forgotten they were angry with Gavvrok for eloping, and he could hardly contain his amusement as Evaris drank his father under the table (neglecting to tell him Vulcans don’t get intoxicated by alcohol). The piece of resistance was yet to come, it was time to show Evaris his alma mater. He showed him around, and consorted with some old colleagues to let him borrow one of the psychotherapy holosuites, locking the doors. Inside, he pulled out all the stops, every single thing he learned from combat therapy, to get Evaris to really fight him and talk about what happened. It was absolutely cathartic, he’d never seen Evaris weep so openly, and he may have seen Evaris joyful before, but not ecstatic. Which he was, to Gavvrok’s relief by the end.