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|Image=Zor.jpg

|Rank=Lieutenant Commander

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|Assignment=USS Yeager, SC-8018

|Friends=Cristof (20); Living back in New Berlin. Friends since they were boys

|History=Zor was born on Earth’s moon in New Berlin. Zor was raised mostly by his mother, Sandar, a medical technician. Zor’s father, Tomas, was a Star Fleet Marine and as such, was always away on duty. This didn’t bother Zor much because Tomas was his hero, his role model. Zor lived for the times he could spend seeing or talking to his father. His father was a top-notch marine and that was a great source of pride for Zor.

At the same time, Zor also loved his mother. She was nurturing, kind and most of all supportive. She worked hard in her profession and worked harder at raising Zor. She would always help him with his studies and cheer him on at sporting events.

Zor was a typical boy. His grades were always better than average, he got in the occasional scuffle, and he had a tendency to bend the rules from time to time. But in his free time he had two great passions, science and anbo-jytsu, and he excelled at both. His mother always told him, “the science comes from me and the fighting comes from your father.” Zor was always content with that hypothesis.

If he wasn’t practicing a new fighting move or technique, he was melting, scanning, breaking, scraping, or blowing things up in his holodeck lab. He was always trying to figure out why and how things worked. But the curiosity of his boyhood led to the veracious appetite of his adolescence. Zor would spend all his free time studying, reading and perfecting his anbo-jytsu. He would supplement his basic education with readings of quantum mechanics, quantum physics, chemistry and astronomy. And when he had read enough for the day, he would center himself with an anbo-jytsu holodeck match before setting in for sleep.

Then one evening about 4 months ago, just after Zor and his mother had finished dinner, the door chimed. There was no one expected so Sandar and Zor went to greet the visitor. When the door slid back, Zor knew why this man had come. It was a marine in his perfectly pressed class A uniform holding a scroll in his right hand. Zor just stared. His mother started to cry immediately. The marine asked, “Sandar Kayzon?” She could not answer and turned to bury her head in Zor’s shoulder. Zor held his mother and said, “She is Sandar and I am Zor, her son.” The marine straighten and quietly said, “Ma’am….Sir….I regret to….” He got no further. Sandar was wailing now. But after a pause, the marine continued, “I regret to inform you that your husband has died in a training accident yesterday. Permit me to be the first to offer my condolences and the gratitude of a grateful Federation.” He handed Zor the scroll. Zor found himself asking, “How did it happen?” The marine stated that it was classified and he was not privy to the details of the accident. This was a night that shaped Zor’s destiny.

|Majors=Quantum physics, Chemistry