*A strange guy walks into the LPI recruitment office on Fort Bush. He's quite high and just big enough for everyone not wishing to meet him on a dark street. Without a single word, he walks right past everyone and throws a piece of paper on a pile on the tabel with a sign which says: "Recruitment" With the same accuracy he came , he leaves the office and carefully closes the door behind.
-Let's see what comes up from this... *
Quote: * Name: Lance Anderson
* Age: 29
* Height: 209 cm
* Weight:101 kg
* Previous Jobs: Freelancing pirate hunter, part time bartender and ship mechanic
* Qualifications: Let's just say I can shoot if I see what I have to shoot, and I can fix an engine up faster than you can clean out your own ship .
* Brief Biography: I was born in Cortez, Planet Curacao. My parents were both rich, I've been studying in the most expensive private schools. However, I never wanted to be such a snob as my parents were. I rather liked getting dirty from oil while fixing up ships. After finishing school, I worked in the repair dock on Curacao until I had enough to buy myself a ship. I have to say, I never accepted anything from my parents. They probably hate me ever since, cause I didn't hear from them for quite a few years now. Anyways, I tuned my ship up a bit and did some bounty hunting ... that was a nice way to get more cash and was good for improving some skills. Since than , I've moved to Liberty, Planet Denver and am currently looking for a job where I can put the stuff I learned to use.
* Reasons for Joining: First of all, to make a living from a work, second to put my knowledge and skills to good use ... for the good people.