Le'on Khatrowen was born to the Caitian Diplomats in Red Square, Moscow late in 2359. As only son to Cait's diplomats to Earth and later to Cait's representatives on the Federation Council, Le'on was on the fast track to be one of the more privileged members of Caitian Society. But taking a bit of a wild streak from his father, Le'on was constantly involved in fights and took a more adventurous turn rather than the 'diplomatic' one that his parents had hoped for. To try to reign him in, his parents got him enrolled into various martial arts to give him a form of self-discipline.

It was no surprise that he opted to enroll into Starfleet Academy in 2374 and to pursue a career in Security. Le'on studied hard, fought harder and graduated in the top 25% of his class in 2377. He earned a high place on the Training Cruise as weapons master and was readily accepted by Captain Elizabeth Shelby of the USS Trident upon completion of his training cruise.

Life on the Trident was great for Le'on, although it did have its ups and downs. Upward mobility in the ranks were few and far between on an exploration vessel and Le'on craved the prestige that came with the higher ranks. At one time, he dated the Ship's Assistant. Chief Science Officer, M'Ress, amid jokes of 'letting the fur fly'. The relationship didn't hold for very long, but the two still remain pretty close friends to this day. Le'on accepted a promotion to Lieutenant Junior Grade and transfer to the USS Monarch in 2379. It promised great possibilities by being stationed near some of the Federation's 'Hot Zones'. Le'on saw much action and became regarded as one of the Captain's better Security Officers. Until disaster struck in 2380...

Q appeared to the crew of the Monarch in mid 2380, wanting to 'test' members of the Federation once again. Le'on, as always, stepped forward to defend his Captain and ended up paying the price for it. As Q intoned "From Caitian, To Cat!" and shrunk Le'on from his impressive 6'5" build to a diminutive 2'0". Le'on then starting pouring on the threats and insults which just made Q all the more angrier. Le'on was materialized into a pet carrier and forced to watch as the omnipotent being gave the crew of the Monarch a 'prolonged session in manners'. Q then left afterwards, but kept Le'on in his housecat form.

The Captain of the Monarch was outraged at the treatment of his crew and chose Le'on to bear the brunt of it. Le'on was decorated for his actions at trying to save the bridge crew, but then pressured to leave Starfleet altogether. When he refused, he was slapped with a court-martial offense (which never stuck) and branded a troublemaker. News was leaked to Caitian officials of deeds that Le'on had never done and so was disowned from his own family and practically from Caitian society itself. Le'on clung on to his career tooth and claw (Ba dump dump...) as it was all that he had left in the universe now.

Le'on spent a year on an extended leave of absence while he petitioned to many starship captains that had vacancies onboard, but refused at every turn. Many cited the unwillingness to have something the equivalent of a Terran housecat serving on their ships or their unwillingness to have such a 'reckless' officer on board (A testament to the damaging and scathing reports from the Captain of the USS Monarch). It wasn't until 2381 when he was drinking his sorrows away in a bar in Moscow that he got his chance.

Captain Daren M'Kantu had came down to Earth while the USS Galaxy was in orbit to interview this unique security officer that he'd heard about. He watched from a corner booth as Le'on fielded cat calls and insults from some of the bar patrons and then watched in awe as this 2' tall creature proceed to kick the living tar out of all who engaged him. Le'on was signed on the spot.

It took a bit to get readjusted to shipboard life, especially when he was the size of a large housecat and had the abilities of such to boot. He started carrying around a telescopic 'pointer' with him so that he could reach turbolift buttons as well as other things. He had to cope with his new size and the fact that at first glance, people thought that he was someone's escaped pet. More jokes flew around the ship along with many people coming up to him wanting to 'pet the kitty.' But he soon got accepted as one of the crew when his diminutive size allowed for him to be the only person on the Galaxy that could slip through the ventilation shafts to prevent an accidental firing of the Photon Torpedoes, something that would've lead to the Galaxy being destroyed.

Soon after, he was highly sought after by members of the Intelligence Field who quickly drafted him for field work. He was shortly picked for duty by Captain Marcus Refellian of the USS Incursion.

Shortly after leaving field operative work behind, Le'on Khatowren accepted a transfer to the USS Miranda-B.

Upon the USS Miranda being re-assigned to a special taskforce, resulting in a mass re-assignment of the crew to the Atlantis starbase and the impending frontlines in the Typhon Sector, Le'on was returned to the USS Galaxy operating out of Deep Space Five.

Tends to be a bit bitter at the world in general at times. Comes from him constantly being put down or being made fun of due to his small size. But can be extremely sarcastic and witty on the comebacks and has developed something of a warped sense of humor ever since Q shrank him.

While Q might've altered his body a bit, he is still (for all intents and purposes, a Caitian. But he's found out that his eyesight is slightly better and he now possesses an extraordinarily leap distance (which is not saying much considering he's now practically a housecat, but it does help in getting to those hard to reach places...).

Has found life to be a bit more interesting while being 2 ft tall. He can now pick where on the ship he would like to take a 'cat nap' and people pass him off as a pet or a large tribble at just a cursory glance. While on bridge duty as just a guard, he'll usually pick either the most obscure place on the bridge for a perfect sniping shot, or he'll strip out of his uniform and pretend to be the Captain's cat... right underneath the command chair.

Keeps his claws razor sharp and has no less than his phaser and two throwing knives on him at any given time.

Has an extreme hatred toward anyone from the Q.