Languages: Federation Standard, Latin, Romulan, Klingon, and Vulcan.
Interests: Aviation, Archery, Music (composition), Theology, Philosophy, Archeology, and Alchemy.

Bio: Born with out a Father and his Mother dead when he was four, Vladimir went threw the worst luck any Russian had to encounter. His only reprieve was when he stumbled upon an old Monastery that was oddly enough managed by Carmelite friars. From there on he was taken in by a Friar Douglas, the gardener of the monastery. During his years in the Monastery, he spent time in the daily lives of the friars and felt a call to become one himself. There was no family to speak of for him outside the friar community. He has no idea if he had a Sister, Brother, Uncle, Aunt, grand parents, or even a life outside the monastery to think of. The prior of the monastery thought about it long and hard on the fate of the young man, who now grew into an exceptional man. On his 18th birthday, he received the ordination to the Carmelite order. After eight years on his 26th birthday, he became a Carmelite Priest and got the nick name “Father Greg.”

A conference was being held in Normandy where it would be considered something that one friar from every monastery would attend, and Greg was given the short straw. Going to the event would mean a break in his compositions, which was his primary duty in the Monastery. Arriving by shuttle, he went to the conference and just outside Normandy an accident occurred. The starboard engine burned out and the shuttle became a rock. The shuttle veered sharply to the right sending the helpless shuttle in an inverted spin. The inexperienced pilot made the situation worse when he accidentally jettisoned the fuel. Thousands of feet of air zoomed by and the impact came as suddenly as the engine burn out. Crashing on the beach, it bounced violently against the sands and against the mountain. When rescue teams got to the scene, the shuttle was a mess. Every part was twisted and electrical sparks ran threw the shuttle. The pilot was obviously dead, and everyone else was mortally wounded, the only survivor was Greg, who was chard and scared almost everywhere because he was near the side of the ship that hit the mountain first.

Engineers called it a miracle that Greg survived, and the only thing that kept him alive was the fact that his metal cross stopped a piece of rock that would have pierced his heart and killed him on the spot. After being sent to the nearest hospital, he requested that his scars be left as is, for a testimony that miracles can happen, (and a reminder on how close he came to death). After a few weeks he was released and was granted permission to go on about his business; instead, he stayed behind to give last rights to those who wouldn’t make it, and consoled the families. When he left the building, a Starfleet officer came to him saying that a Star base was in need of a Chaplain. After consulting with his superiors, he accepted the offer.

Unknown to him, he would have to spend a few weeks at the Starfleet Academy in courses in Starfleet history, his role, the ranks and the what not. To him it was a crash course in how to manage himself as a civilian on a military base, which was no problem for him.