Ensign Rico Kracko

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Iotian
Age		33

Physical Appearance

Height		6'3"
Weight		235
Hair Color		Black
Eye Color		Startling Blue
Physical Description		Other than cooking Rico is very consumed with self image and health, so he is quite cut. Looking a bit young for his age, he has a rugged jawline and a stare that tends to make people uneasy. Above average in height to most, except those who are also above average in height.

Family

Spouse		None
Children		None
Father		Rocco Krako
Mother		Stella Krako
Brother(s)		Rocco Krako
Other Family		The Krako Familia

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Rico loves cooking and has been in the restaurant business as long as he can remember. Genuinely likes meeting new people and seeing new places. Some people think of Rico as lazy or an underachiever. This is because he always tries to think of ways to make work easier and more efficient. To him that seems more like innovation. He normally speaks like someone who stepped out of the lead role in an old earth action vid. This has come from a lifetime of having to act like a tough guy to survive.
Strengths & Weaknesses		Highly intelligent, adaptable and outgoing. Never afraid of new situations, in fact seeking them. Good at making friends once they make it past his gruff exterior. Rico loves learning about all things Starfleet and often can be found reading a tech manual or training in a holodeck.
Ambitions		None other than to be a great chef. Although, as an Iotian, if a friend or someone favored by him has a strong enough ambition, it may very well be added to his own.
Hobbies & Interests		Cooking, Bartending, engineering, and science, Working out, martial arts, reading, and watching movies. That said, Rico enjoys new experiences and will normally try something that sounds like fun once.

Personal History		When Rico was just a boy he worked as a busboy in one of his father’s restaurants. At the age of sixteen he began waiting tables. At twenty-one he was made a manager of one of his father’s restaurants. About this time his brother was made the CEO of the entire chain. When Rico’s father came to him asking that he take over regionally for his brother Rocco, Rico knew that he had three options. Take his father’s offer, which meant having to deal with bureaucrats and way more paperwork than he ever dreamed. In fact, he believed he would likely never cook again. He could turn his father down, which might mean risking his neck for just such a slight, or leave his homeworld and start up someplace else. As Rico had always dreamed of traveling and meeting new people, the choice was obvious. It was an usual night in his Hell’s Kitchen Italian Restaurant. The kitchen was built so Rico could see all of his customers and they could enjoy the show of the Chef making homemade food. A strange looking man came in, wearing what appeared to be a pajama version of the normal work uniform of his people. It was late and only a few guests were still eating so the young familia member decided to let it slide. Besides, so far the man seemed put together and had ordered one of the more pricey dishes on the menu. When the man was done eating and had requested a rare vintage of wine, a request came back from one of the servers of the Chef to come to the strange man’s table. Being a people person, Rico walked over to the table with that level of confidence that he always showed. “Hey, can I help you?” The abrupt gravely voice almost made the frail looking man jump from his chair. To the Chef’s amazement he caught himself quickly smiled and said, “Please be seated.” The strange man first complimented his cooking and introduced himself as Captain James Marshall. He went on and on in great detail about the benefits of Starfleet. To James it was just another day in promoting peace in the galaxy as many had before him. To Rico it was more like those old Pro-American propaganda speeches. Or, We Need You! ads. They spoke for hours and had a few bottles of Krako’s best. In the end the Chef let on about not wanting to take over his father’s affairs. The Captain knew just what he meant. Although it was far more peaceful on Rico’s world than when Kirk had arrived many years ago, some of the older families still ruled with an iron fist. The last thing Captain Marshall said to him before departing was, “People would really appreciate your cooking back on Earth.” Those words stuck with him for a long time. Even ringing in his ears the day he took the shuttle up to the New Iotian Constitution Class ship that his people had built, and departed for his new home. It would be a great adventure, he thought to himself. New mouths to feed. New faces and friends. Besides one couldn’t spend eternity in a Kitchen in Hell could they?
Service Record		Upon reaching Earth Rico attended Starfleet Academy, majoring in the culinary arts. Specially trained in the brigade de cuisine, he took as many elective courses as time allowed. After which, as many newly graduated chefs do, he served at the Academy as a Chef, as well as at Space Station One. Once hearing the Sunfire had an opening he put in an application. It fit many of his wants and needs. On a large ship he would be more of a line cook being so new out of the academy. For a smaller crew he would be able to shine on a more personal level.