Ziveh Bex
Name Ziveh Bex
Position Colonial Parliment Member
Character Information
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human x Trill [Unjoined] | |
| Age | 85 (35 human) |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 172 cm (5'8") | |
| Hair Color | Strawberry Blonde | |
| Physical Description | Ziveh Bex had the kind of presence that drew the eye without demanding it. Slender and graceful, she carried herself with an ease that belied her true age—eighty-five years housed in the frame of someone barely into their thirties. Her skin held a pale, sun-kissed glow, marked by faint Trill spots that traced delicately from temple to hip, subtle but unmistakable. Her strawberry-blond hair was usually pulled into a messy bun, with a few stubborn strands always slipping loose to soften her features. The effect gave her an air of quiet effortlessness, as though she belonged slightly out of step with time. There was warmth in her gaze, but also a ghostly quality—an impression of someone who carried more memories than she cared to share. |
Family
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Ziveh exhibits deep empathy and strong ethical convictions, traits that once made her invaluable to Starfleet diplomacy but later placed her in direct conflict with Federation policies. She demonstrates resilience and adaptability, balancing her hybrid identity with a strong personal sense of justice. While calm and composed in public, her colleagues note an undercurrent of frustration with larger political powers. This fuels her determination to represent the marginalized, though it also makes her a target for criticism from both Federation loyalists and Cardassian authorities. |
| Personal History | Ziveh Bex was born in 2340 on Trill to a Trill father, Davrel, and a Human mother, Marianne. Her earliest years were spent in the shaded valleys of Mak’ala Province, where her father worked as a linguist and her mother taught Federation cultural studies. The artistry and quiet traditions of Trill shaped her first lessons in patience and discipline. Yet, unlike many of her peers, her faint markings and hybrid physiology barred her from symbiont candidacy. “You are not measured by the lives of others,” her father told her often, “only by your own.” When Marianne’s work returned her to Earth, Ziveh began dividing her time between two homes. Trill gave her stillness, Earth gave her improvisation; the two together taught her to live with contradiction. She often joked she was “too disciplined for Humans, too impulsive for Trill,” but she wore that duality with quiet pride. Her adolescence was defined more by people than possessions. A younger half-brother, Aron, born of her father’s second marriage, tied her to Trill, while a circle of Human friends on Earth gave her another anchor. One of them, Leena Hart, would remain a confidant for decades — the keeper of Ziveh’s unguarded thoughts when duty kept her silent elsewhere. By her early twenties, her ability to listen, read silences, and settle conflicts drew her naturally toward diplomacy. She entered Starfleet Academy, where her calm presence and sharp intuition quickly set her apart. In the Diplomatic Corps, she built a reputation for quiet effectiveness, excelling in tense negotiations and cultural exchanges. But her career was also shaped by one particular figure — a senior officer and mentor whose guidance marked her most formative years in Starfleet. The two were close, perhaps closer than propriety allowed; some records suggest late-night correspondences and extended off-duty travel during postings. Whether it was love, mentorship, or something between the two, Ziveh never spoke of it openly. What is certain is that the relationship ended abruptly around the time she requested reassignment to the DMZ colonies, leaving only speculation and scattered mentions in personnel reviews. The Federation–Cardassian Treaty of 2370 broke more than her career. Serving in the colonies during the lead-up to the Treaty, she bore witness to settlers begging for Federation protection, only to be abandoned. Years later, she recalled standing beside a family as Federation banners were lowered, leaving them to Cardassian oversight. The sense of betrayal cut deep, severing her final ties to Starfleet — and to the people she had once trusted most. She resigned and resettled on Doran Prime, at first distrusted by colonists who saw only her Starfleet past. Yet her patience won them over. She worked alongside families repairing homes, sat with elders during council disputes, and built trust meal by meal. Over time, these bonds became her truest family, grounding her more than her fading connections to Trill or Earth. Her election to the DMZ Colonial Parliament followed naturally. As a representative, she became a measured but persistent voice — challenging Cardassian encroachment, demanding Federation accountability, and insisting that colonists’ lives were not pawns to be bartered away. Some saw her as too soft, too tied to old Federation loyalties; others saw her as the rare politician who remembered the people behind the policy. Now in her mid-eighties — still appearing in her thirties — Ziveh remains defined not by the institutions she left behind but by the people she chose to stand beside. Her past, both professional and personal, lingers in quiet whispers: the Starfleet mentor who shaped her, the trust betrayed, the relationships that steadied her when duty collapsed. Those who know her best say she has no family in the traditional sense — yet her life is threaded with bonds of loyalty as enduring as blood. |
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| Service Record | Service Record (Archived) Graduated from Starfleet Academy with a concentration in Interstellar Relations and Cultural Studies Served as Diplomatic Aide on multiple Federation border-world assignments, specializing in cultural mediation Promoted to Lieutenant, recognized for her work in high-tension negotiations during early Dominion War border crises Final posting involved Federation-Cardassian border diplomacy, where she witnessed firsthand the Federation’s uneven support of colonies within the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) Resignation: Following the Federation-Cardassian Treaty and the subsequent abandonment of Federation colonies within the DMZ, Lt. Bex resigned her commission, citing ethical conflict with Federation policy Post-Starfleet Career Relocated permanently to the DMZ, integrating into colonial society Provided diplomatic and cultural advisory services for colonial governments struggling to maintain autonomy in the wake of Federation withdrawal Elected as a representative to the DMZ Colonial Parliament, where she became a prominent advocate for colonial rights, security, and self-determination Known for measured but firm opposition to both Cardassian interference and Federation neglect, often walking a careful line between pragmatism and loyalty to the people she serves |