Name: Butcher
Race: Ferengi
Homeworld: Ferenginar
Butcher never really had the lobes for business. Even while he still had his first set of ears, his father berated him for his poor grasp of the business. Unsurprisingly, he had little interest in the Continuum and the rules of acquisition. It all bored him and reminded him of his father's abuse. He much preferred playing tactical war games over the subspace net with the Human and Andorians.
That life could not last forever, though; eventually his father disowned him for disgracing his family name. Leaving home, however, turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to him. Shortly after leaving he found and fell in with "the bad crowd"; a gang of youths who glamourised the Klingon way of life and practised fighting in secret. He renounced his name and insisted upon remaining nameless until he could earn a name worthy of his skill and prowess.
Silence was his primary weapon within the gang, watching, waiting and learning. He may not have had the lobes for business but he definitely had a mind for tactics. As a result, he excelled within the group, earning the conspicuously Human name of "Butcher Sphynx" due to his brutality and silent, enigmatic nature. He eventually fought his way to the top, maintaining his alpha rank by defeating all comers until he was old enough to join Starfleet.
He was accepted quickly and his excellence in the tactical programs made him a very promising cadet; or would have had fighting not managed to follow wherever he went. It was not as if he actively sought out turmoil or conflict, he did his absolute best to be a model cadet, but just as on Ferenginar, fighting seemed to gravitate to him. If it wasn't someone trying to take down the toughest looking punter in the bar to prove his manliness, it was a bully living under the impression that all Ferengi were pathetic, whimpering cowards.
Butcher eventually found himself reporting to Captain's Mast. During the mast, his future at the academy was looking very dim; but were it not for a Colonel that witnessed the latest brawl in which Butcher had injured several of his MACO regulars, he most certainly would have been expelled. The officer made a request for clemency on Butcher's behalf, proposing a cadet exchange with the Academy CO: Butcher would be sent to Quantico to learn discipline and obedience and a MACO cadet would take his place at the Academy. Eventually the finer points of the exchange were worked out and Butcher began his cross training where he immediately found himself instructing hand to hand combat to the MACO cadets. The exchange, as it turned out, was done only for MACO's benefit. The colonel had recognised a strategy in Butcher's chaotic and seemingly unpredictable fighting style, so made the exchange under false pretences in order to acquire him as an instructor. He wasn't a fool, though; he knew that it would only be temporary and that when the exchange was over, there had better be some progress to show for it. To that end, Butcher was put through his paces and ridden very hard in order to break him down. A year later, when he was returned to the Academy, he was permanently MACO. He graduated with honours in the top of his class, was given an immediate promotion to Lieutenant, and even given a battlefield promotion to acting captain during the Veyga conflict; many claim him to be one of the finest officers the Academy has ever produced, but once a MACO, always a MACO.
