Enyd Isolde Madsen

Personnel File
Name:	Enyd Isolde Madsen
Rank:	Lieutenant
Position:	Diplomatic Officer
Species:	Human(mixed blood heritage)
Age:	34
Gender:	Female
Orientation:	Heterosexual
Birthplace:	Great Falls, Montana, Earth
Height:	5ft 4in / 1.63m
Weight:	135lbs / 61kg
Hair:	Long, wavy, brunette
Eye color:	Green
Played by:	Gene Tierney (lookalike)
Writer:	Ellen Fitz
Interests
History Intergalactic Diplomacy Communication Writing Justice Social Responsibility Legacy
Education
2362 – 2366: Zefram Cochrane High School 2366 – 2370: Fletcher School of Intergalactic Law and Diplomacy (Earth branch) 2370 – 2372: The Metternich School of Diplomacy and Intergalactic Relations (Vulcan branch) 2372 – 2375: Starfleet Officer Candidate School, Commissioned Ensign
Service Record
2375 – 2377: Commissioned Ensign, Diplomatic Corps, Cardassia Prime 2377 – 2379: Lieutenant Junior Grade, Diplomatic Corps, Cardassia Prime 2379 – 2381: Lieutenant, Diplomatic Corps, Vulcan 2381 – 2381: Lieutenant, Diplomatic Corps, Starbase 133 2381 – Present: Lieutenant, Diplomatic Corps, USS Theurgy
Decorations
2379: Starfleet Distinguished Service Medal

Following Castellan Ghemor’s assassination, Enyd was reassigned to Vulcan with a promotion to Lieutenant and a shiny service metal hidden in her gear. In early 2381, after a sudden transfer to Starbase 133, Rear Admiral Anderson contacted Enyd via a heavily encrypted subspace transmission from Earth. In the transmission, Anderson reassigned Enyd to Theurgy, being both vague and direct in his explanation of the Infested, the recent efforts of the Theurgy to preserve the true Federation, and the need for her presence on the ship for its future success. With no emotional ties to Earth as her grandmother died during her time on Cardassia, Enyd gladly accepted the opportunity to move far from the known into the unknown, hoping her soul would finally find peace in her service to Theurgy. She transferred from Starbase 133 to the IKS Kajunpak’t, where she was transported to the Theurgy.

Biography

Raised by her grandmother on the Madsen family farm in Montana-kept in the family since, before the Eugenics wars, Enyd was an only child. Her parents served in Starfleet Intelligence and went missing within five years of each other while on classified missions by the time Enyd was thirteen. Both haunted and inspired by the truth of her mixed-blood ancestry, though most of it would remain classified except to those at certain clearance levels, Enyd grew up with a tenacious interest in intergalactic affairs. Understandably, her grandmother forbade her entrance into Starfleet Intelligence, and so Enyd followed the next logical route: diplomacy.

Graduating at the top of her class from Zefram Cochrane Senior High school, Enyd enrolled at Fletcher School of Intergalactic Law and Diplomacy, Earth branch, and graduated with high distinction in 2370. Immediately following this, and with an eye on eventual service within Starfleet, Enyd attended the Vulcan branch of The Metternich School of Diplomacy and Intergalactic Relations, where she achieved her master’s summa cum laude in 2372. An old family “friend” of her parents, Rear Admiral Joseph Nerva Anderson, encouraged Enyd to enter the Starfleet Officer Candidate School. In 2375, Enyd became a Commissioned Ensign, accepting her first post on the war-ravaged Cardassia.

Ensign Enyd Isolde Madsen was part of the Federation cultural exchange program set up to assist in the rebuilding of Cardassia. While at first, her unit worked mainly with the disenfranchised civilians, by 2376, they were assigned to observe, report on, and assist, if necessary, the ‘Reunion Project’ led by Alon Ghemor. Ensign Enyd rose to distinction among her unit as one of the most capable and thorough when dealing with the political instabilities and uncertainties of the time. Much of this success was because of her natural gifts for diplomacy, but some could also be attributed to the growing relationship between Enyd and one of Castellan Ghemor’s aides, Javec Praar, a former military officer and the son of a deposed elite.

While they were discrete with the burgeoning romance, reports of both her diplomatic success and the relationship found their way to Rear Admiral Anderson. Because of the sensitive nature of one of her ancestor’s involvement with the Earth-Romulan War, several other intergalactically delicate situations that others of her family were drawn into in the years since, and her parents' direct work with Starfleet Intelligence, Anderson and others like him had always been involved with or close by to the Madsen family. While not exactly friends, Anderson and others like him would not hesitate to pull on the Madsen strings to manipulate or encourage them to perform off-the-record missions for Starfleet Intelligence whenever necessary. As such, Anderson contacted Enyd and encouraged her to develop an even stronger relationship with Javec Praar, not only for more intel on the Castellan but also because there were loose ties between Javec Praar’s past associates in the military and a growing dissident party called ‘The Directorate.’

By late 2377, Enyd was promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade for her meritorious work on Cardassia, and her relationship with Javec Praar was solidified to the degree that discussions of marriage began. However, it was also around this time that Anderson’s earlier tip resurfaced, and Enyd noticed abnormal meetings and communique growing in frequency between Javec and his former associates. Without knowing if it was nefarious in nature, as Anderson assumed, or merely circumstantial, Enyd continued forward with her relationship with Javec and became formally engaged in 2378 while she also continued her reconnaissance for Anderson.

In early 2379, Enyd intercepted a missive intended for Javec, which openly discussed the coming assassination of Castellan Ghemor. Before she could relay the information to Anderson or confront Javec about it, Enyd was kidnapped by The Directorate. Held prisoner and subjected to the torture of mind and body for weeks, they told her they’d known about a leak to Starfleet Intelligence and had ferreted out Enyd with the planted communique. To further torment her, they ensured that the assassination of Castellan Ghemor was recorded live so she could see the assassin, her fiancé Javec, deal the killing blow.

Her captors waited to kill Enyd until Javec returned to their secret holding some days after the assassination. In the moments before her intended execution, Javec confessed he’d had no choice but to kill Ghemor; he further tried to explain how members of The Directorate had used his father’s past against Javec, potentially blocking his upward movement in the new government, and blackmailing him for information and resources. Then later, once they had Enyd, used her as leverage against him for the assassination itself. Enyd remained silent in the face of his confession and waited for the knife thrust into her heart. Only it never came. The secret holding exploded into chaos as Starfleet Intelligence and members of the Cardassian government flooded in. Before returning with members of the The Directorate, Javec had sent an anonymous tip to Anderson and Starfleet Intelligence on where to find those responsible for Castellan Ghemor’s assassination. This retaliatory attack by Starfleet proved that not only was Anderson was still involved, but he wasn’t about to abandon Enyd. While Javec freed Enyd as the fight between ‘The Directorate’ and their rescuers escalated, he was stabbed by the knife intended for Enyd. Enacting her first kill, Enyd slew Javec’s attacker in revenge, then returned to her lover as he quickly bled to death in her arms.

Following this event, Enyd was awarded the Starfleet Distinguished Service Medal. She was shaking with a cold sweat when they pinned it upon her chest and would shake every time she picked it up or had it in line of sight. As soon as she was able, Enyd packed it away and refused to acknowledge its existence. She remained on Cardassia long enough for a full debriefing while her body healed from the torture. Although, aside from her wrists and ankles, most of the scars were internal, as it is well known that Cardassian torture tactics are more effective from psychological pressure than mere physical. Adept enough at “saving face” to bluff her way through the required psych evaluations following such an event, Enyd existed by routine and automaton answers during this time. When pressed by colleagues and friends for more truthful or genuine answers beyond the expected “right” answer to pass an eval, Enyd continued the façade of neutral control, having no interest in expelling emotional energy to truly digest the depth of her pain. At least not yet. It was until late 2379 that Enyd felt the first glimmer of emotion, relief, when orders finally came through for reassignment to Vulcan.

As part of her heritage originated on Vulcan, hence her choice of pursuing her post-graduate studies at the Vulcan branch of The Metternich School of Diplomacy and Intergalactic Relations, the relief Enyd felt at her reassignment gradually turned to frustration within the first few days of her assignment. While there was initial comfort in being back among those she’d known during her past studies, Enyd was daily confronted with the naivety and innocence she’d once had in the answers they gave to questions or the suggestions they made to problems. Compounding this frustration was the growing retroactive paranoia. Could Anderson have stepped in sooner, preventing Javec’s death or the Castellan’s assassination? Had there been clues she’d just not seen or chosen to overlook out of a misguided desire to protect Javec? Knowing the details of her family history, had Anderson himself pulled strings again to get her this assignment, not out of a desire to reconnect Enyd with distant family history, but to prepare her for another ill-fated mission?

Her frustration compounding the effects of the paranoia, Enyd’s capabilities at work quickly depreciated. Within two months of her arrival, they put Enyd on report for misconduct when she violently lashed out at a visiting Tellarite official, purposefully misunderstanding his compliment via argumentative statement as an insult. Though she had never been given to imbibing in all her years of work or studies, Enyd was again put on report for drunken disorderliness by the fifth month of her arrival after she began a clumsy rendition of an Orion slave girl dance on the table of one of her least favorite colleagues. In quick succession, her normally healthy physique grew gaunt, her hair fell out in clumps, and the whites of her eyes turned jaundice. It did not take a counselor or a doctor to diagnose Enyd as having post-traumatic stress, nor struggles with grief, and did it take such a specialist to prescribe a solution to her heightening hell.

Vulcans are known for many things, and one thing they are known for especially is keeping close ties with clan history through written analogs or direct contact with the katras of their ancestors. Though Enyd’s blood ties to her Vulcan ancestry were minimal by this point, that did not stop a member of her ancestor’s clan from finding her. The timing proved especially impeccable, even for a Vulcan, as by the time V’lani made contact with Enyd she’d been temporarily relieved of duty and given the unofficial warning to get her act together or get out of Starfleet. While at first Enyd seemed more incensed by V’lani’s intrusive approach, the repeated offer to connect Enyd with the Vulcan part of her heritage eventually won Enyd over. It was not every day she was given the opportunity to accompany an Unbonded Vulcan woman who served the High Priestess of the Halls of Ancient Thought to Mount Seleya itself. V’lani, her distant clanswoman, encouraged Enyd to use her “earned” off-duty time to travel to the Halls to see if Enyd could contact one of the katras of her ancestors.

With nothing to lose and potentially nothing but a terrible sunburn and dehydration headaches to gain, Enyd traveled with V’lani to the T’Karath Sanctuary. From here, Enyd was given the startling instruction to travel through the Forge and on to Mount Seleya alone. Then, if she made it to the stone steps that led to the Halls, Enyd was to finish the journey barefoot, traveling up a thousand steps to a plateau. At the far end of the plateau lay a narrow bridge over a deep, volcanic river. On the other side of the bridge, best crossed during the day for fear of being knocked into the chasm beneath by the nighttime gales, was a pavilion surrounded by ghostly trees and stone monoliths in which Enyd was to wait. If she made it that far, the High Priestess would know and would be carried down the mountain on a palanquin by acolytes to meet Enyd. All this, of course, would come to pass if she truly wanted to pursue this journey and survived the trek.

Enyd had never been so close to the possibility of encountering this portion of her heritage, and for the first time since the anguish of Cardassia, Enyd felt more curiosity than pain at the prospect of living another day. She chose the journey and set out alone. Though given more provisions than would have normally been given to a Vulcan seeking kolinahr or one on the kahs-wan trial, Enyd still struggled against the immense heat and unforgiving elements of the Forge. After escaping a wild sehlat on one day, she fought against a young le-matya on another, only to be “saved” from its poisoned claws by the timely arrival of a sandfire storm that drove both of them apart and into the caves. Pinned down by the storm for days, Enyd had to cut her rations in half to make it to Mount Seleya, and even then, there was no guarantee the High Priestess would replenish her supplies or offer aid.

When she finally made it to the stone steps, Enyd felt as if the Forge had sapped every bit of her emotional energy from her, and yet here she stood on the verge of the next trial. If she turned back now, she could make it to the Sanctuary with what provisions she had left if she further rationed them. Enyd took off her shoes, her skin almost immediately blistering from the heat of the steps, and began her upwards journey. She had to crawl the last hundred or so steps to the top and passed out once she reached the plateau. It was night when she came to again; shivering from the abrupt change of temperature and dizzy from pain and dehydration, she stumbled across the plateau. She reached the chasm almost without realizing it and would’ve walked into the darkness of a falling death if she hadn’t lashed out and caught hold of the cliff’s edge at the last second.

Clinging desperately to the sharp rock, Enyd had no strength to pull herself up. She had to sacrifice the last of her gear and supplies to the volcanic river below, then, freed from the burden, Enyd used the last of her strength to heave back to the flat earth above her. The suns were not yet over the mountain’s peak, but in the early morning dawn, when Enyd lifted her head, she could see the pavilion V’lani had spoken of across the chasm. Though the winds were dying as the suns began their fight against them, they still ravaged the open area between the cliffs. Resolute, Enyd crawled her way to the bridge and shamelessly crawled across it, stopping every now and again to hold tight to the stones when an especially nasty gust blew past, threatening to topple her.

Her body broken, her mind vacant of all emotion or thought beyond, “At last,” Enyd fell into the middle of the pavilion on the other side. Before she lost consciousness once more, she heard the distant sound of bells and knew it to be the High Priestess coming on her palanquin. Enyd’s sun-cracked lips drew into a smile before she knew no more.

When Enyd came to again, she was on a biobed in a private medical room. Finding her conscious, a Vulcan medical assistant quickly informed Enyd she was in the hospital at ShiKahr, having been brought there by Healers from Mount Seleya. He left her alone for but a moment before V’lani came in. The Unbonded Vulcan congratulated Enyd on surviving her ordeals before handing her a PADD. Though Enyd’s eyes were still undergoing treatment from the intense exposure in the Forge, she could see well enough to feel anger, grudging appreciation, and amusement by the time she finished watching the pre-recorded communique.

In the video, none other than Anderson himself admitted to an unforgivable delay in his reaction to intel on Cardassia, one that could have saved either Ghemor or Javec, or perhaps even both. He also introduced V’lani as both his personal aide, her true distant relation, and his olive branch of peace between them. It had been V’lani’s idea to suggest the pilgrimage as an avenue for Enyd to heal, though it had been Anderson who’d first approached the Vulcan woman with the question. Unorthodox of course, but then again, Anderson reminded her, Enyd was descended from a long line of unorthodox individuals and he owed it to her parents and her family legacy to not back down from doing whatever was necessary to see her back on her feet and fit for duty again.

With a wry smile, pained of course, Enyd handed the PADD back to V’lani. The woman reassured Enyd that she genuinely was of distant relation, and Enyd believed her. She also agreed with the woman’s unvoiced sentiment that there could have been no other way for someone like Enyd, someone with her history, to find the other side of grief successfully. Enyd also could appreciate the calculated measures Anderson had taken to see her through this ordeal. He’d allowed her the opportunity to die or survive and, with it, gave her the very thing necessary for getting her head out of her ass and back on the reality that life still happened even after death.

Once she was deemed fit for duty, Enyd returned to her post and, through her tireless efforts and dedication, made it seem as if those early months had been a test for her superiors and not the other way around. While Enyd never encountered a katra nor did she remember meeting the High Priestess at Mount Seleya, she spent time with V’lani and other members of her clan and developed a greater affinity for this portion of her heritage. Though her youthful ideals of trust and peace had been darkened by the events of Cardassia, and residual pain or paranoia would exert untimely influence on occasion, the Forge had burned away any self-pity that might’ve remained from surviving such a tragedy.

Enyd served with distinction on Vulcan until 2381 when she was suddenly transferred to Starbase 133. Without questioning, Enyd knew Anderson was behind the transfer and so waited until he contacted her for further orders. She didn’t have to wait long.

Personality Profile

Dominant traits: Possessed an abiding interest in and passion for the art and craft of diplomacy and intergalactic relations; demonstrated an analytical temperament; wrote well and quickly; both verbally fluent and concise; ensured meticulous attention to detail; was a tough and effective negotiator; good listener and great observer of body language and cultural details; possessed both physical and mental stamina; was unafraid to speak her opinion to power or protest when shortcuts were made; high levels of resilience; a heavy leaning towards “cowboy diplomacy.”

Beliefs: even with recent events still tenaciously clung to the concept of hope overcoming all odds; used to have an almost naïve belief in justice and truth and that there could be peace between any group of beings but later struggled to believe there could be genuine trust and harmony between beings; strong sense of legacy, or how where one came from should influence where they go, and they are the summation of all that came before them, and they are the starting point of so many that will come after

Values: social responsibility and justice; history and future legacy

Motives: professionally, to rise through the ranks and become an ambassador serving the true value and ethics of the Federation; personally, to no longer be haunted by her time on Cardassia and to no longer feel like a black hole was swirling in her sternum; to truly live again

Recurring feelings: a sense of responsibility to live up to the heritage of her unique history and to establish a continuous line for future generations; fascination with intergalactic diplomacy and curiosity in other cultures; a sense of wonderment mixed with a sense of caution

Self-image: was proud of her heritage though discrete about the details; understood that she was very quick and good at her job but believed herself to be a member of a larger team and preferred to utilize the resources of a “room” than to punch through a problem on her own; was very aware of her presence within a collective body and how her actions had direct and indirect consequences on the individuals around her; aware that with the right clothing or circumstances and with the right type of alien, her gender and looks could be used as an asset to further ingratiate diplomatic ties

Behavior: has had a past tendency to use relationships for diplomatic purposes without asking permission first believing the end justified the means and has been accused in the past of being fake or fickle by close friends because of her maneuvering political and diplomatic channels; however, post-Cardassia grew more introspective and pensive, though was still cordial; usually measured in public, more jovial in private, and morose only with a select few; listened first, asked clarifying questions, offered pointed but truthful feedback to anyone around her

Posture: lithe, lightfooted, and graceful gait with smooth, controlled movements leftover from early years in gymnastics and later training in dance. Hid true emotions well behind neutral expression and controlled movements, though her eyes betrayed her. When she was drunk, which was rare, or exceedingly happy, moved too quickly and could be surprisingly clumsy.

Speech Pattern: Wide, sophisticated vocabulary but could code switch to match the crowd she was in.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, trekking, dance, research on foreign cultural habits and history, meditating

Quirks: Kept a “stats” journal of all the individuals she had to work with for reference as she was great with faces but struggled with names, and especially birthdays; could know the intimate details of a friend but overlook entirely the fact that they had a haircut until two or three days later

Likes: the sound of wind rustling through tall grass, unhurried and without ulterior motive hugs, old Earth entertainment (i.e. films, books, radio shows, songs), honesty, integrity, self-sacrifice

Dislikes: selfish ambition, insincerity, betrayal, fuchsia, brussel sprouts

Effects from Personal History: Could feign extroversion when necessary but faced internal barriers to form strong bonds outside of the required elements connected to her work post-Cardassia, still quick-witted though her humor had darkened, physically withdrawn due to her past pain and more recent years spent on Vulcan, still loyal and truthful but far more guarded. Overly cautious in comparison to pre-Cardassia and could allow the uncertainties and pain from her capture and torture to impede her work, increased tendency to use relationships for whatever means necessary to achieve a mission, struggled with cynicism towards the notion of there ever being true peace or even genuine truth shared between beings.

Physical Profile

Brunette, wide green eyes, pale skin, marginally pointed ears, svelte build. Scars on her wrists and ankles from the metal manacles used during her torture on Cardassia. Preferred to wear her hair in old Earth styles when allowed and when on shore leave or allowed civilian clothing also preferred old Earth-style clothing.

Special Notes

Strong affinity for the cultures and histories of Vulcan and Romulan peoples because of her own mixed ancestry.