Ensign Janelle Barett

Name Janelle Barett

Position Strategic Operations Officer

Rank Ensign

Basic Info
Personality
History

Character Information

Gender		Female
Species		Human
Age		27

Physical Appearance

Height		5'7
Weight		135
Hair Color		Brown
Eye Color		Hazel
Physical Description		Janelle is of average height and mass, with an athletic build. Has a habit of clasping her hands behind her when she walks. Often courted because of her looks and enjoys the attention, but for unspecific reasons, avoids serious relationships

Family

Father		Ryan Barett
Mother		Janice Barett
Brother(s)		Troy Barett

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Her demeanour tends to be easy and outgoing, Attentive and highly disciplined on duty. Loves a good deadpan joke every now and then, but also very serious-minded when it comes to work
Strengths & Weaknesses		Janelle has an extremely keen mind that absorbs a great deal more than people realize. For all her outgoing nature, there is a part of her that she keeps hidden from others and seldom talks about. Her more perceptive friends realize that there is more to her inwardly than they realize, but they know better than to ask. She will share in her own good time when she is ready.

Personal History

Janelle Barett grew up learning how to be composed before she learned how to be vulnerable. Bright, observant, and quietly ambitious, she developed an early talent for reading situations and people, filing away details others missed. Success came naturally to her when she applied herself, and she learned quickly that discipline and competence were currencies that bought safety, respect, and distance. By the time she entered Starfleet Academy, she was already practiced at presenting exactly what was expected of her - focused, capable, and unfailingly professional.

The Academy years sharpened her intellect and her instincts, but they also exposed the fault lines she preferred not to examine. Janelle worked hard and excelled, particularly in strategic thinking, yet off-duty she chased intensity - parties, short-lived connections, alcohol - anything that drowned out stillness. Natalie became her anchor during those years, the friend who walked her home, who knew when to stay and when to step back. What Natalie didn't realise was that prior to joining the Academy, Janelle experienced a brief, devastating love that reshaped her understanding of intimacy and loss. When it ended abruptly, she learned how to survive by compartmentalizing: grief folded neatly away, nights blurred into distraction, mornings rebuilt from routine.

By the time she reported aboard the USS Washington, Janelle was functional in all the ways Starfleet measured success. She was disciplined, attentive, and outwardly untroubled. Beneath that polish, however, was a woman who relied on alcohol not to escape her life, but to endure it - always off-shift, always controlled, always justified. Her history is not one of collapse, but of endurance stretched too thin, of a young officer who learned to keep moving long after stopping might have been healthier. The reckoning would not come all at once - but it was already waiting.