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Name: Leo Schlafin Cesar

Age: 20

Skills: Average fighter, average turret steering, experienced trader, charismatic, sharp tongue, and great work ethic

Reason For Joining: I wish to avenge my adoptive fathers death by the hands of the Red Hessians, understand my possible family history within the Corsairs, belong to something greater than myself with loyalty among brothers, and earn respect as a warrior.

Biography: I was an abandoned orphan baby left behind the cargo near the landing platform of New Berlin with 200 credits and a note card that said, "His name is Leo Cesar. - A. Cesar". I was discovered by the local Daumann mechanic Hans Rutger. This man raised me as if I was his own. Hans gave me the middle name Schlafen because I spent most of my time sleeping as a baby. 3 days after my 16th birthday Hans left to deliver ship hull plates to Battleship Karlsruhe in Stuttgart. Hans was ambushed by Red Hessians and was brutally tortured. The Hessian scum beamed his escape pod into their ship, tortured him, and compromised the oxygen supply of the escape pod before ejecting him back into space. When I finally witnessed his bloodied corpse I was told he suffocated to death before he bleeding out. The authorities told me this act of aggression was most likely due to his cargo shipment to the Rhienland Military. Hans was a stubborn old geezer that would never bow to another man and I know he fought bravely. I wanted justice, but the justice I sought could not be given by the law. growing up I heard stories of a fearless people called the Corsairs and that any who dared to cross them would find themselves drifting in space reflecting on their misfortune. I was initially peaked by their hatred for Red Hessian's, but after reading more information on the Corsairs I began to admire them. During my research of corsairs I repeatedly began seeing the name "Cesar" throughout history dating back to the establishment of Corsairs from the sleeper ship Hispania. This information only increased my interest of the corsairs. I needed a way to connect with the corsairs, but I had no way to contact them. Frustration after realizing this hole in my plan to find them I went to the local bar and drank one to many Rhienland Blitzkrieg shots. In my flustered inebriated state I began talking out loud to myself about looking for corsairs. A hooded figure approached me and ask me, "Why do you need to find a Corsair?". I told the hooded figure a brief summary of my reasons for hating the Red Hessians and that I was Leo Cesar. After telling him I want to know who the Cesar's were and what it takes to join the Corsairs. Shocked, the figured asked me if my name was really Cesar? He asked how old I was and if I knew a man named Alonso Cesar. I responded with drunk mumbling about a note card with the name A. Cesar on it. I do not know what I said Exactly, but the hooded figure smiled and gave me a piece of paper saying, "Find The Brotherhood", on the back was coordinates to this Recruiting Office.

Discord: Father Plasma#2587

SKYPE: Laufi

Full Name: "Largo" Juan Plata

Age: 32

Your skills: Skillful miner and supplier, average fighter pilot, high knowledge of informatics and treasure hunter

Reason why you chose us: I choose Brotherhood, cause I want to offer all my skills, my help and dedication to a high family *smiles*.

Your biography:
I was born at Leon Base in the year 791 A.S. My father was a Corsair Engineer and my mother an Artifact dealer. At the age of 7 I was kidnapped by an Hessian battery during the return to Planet Crete. My parents died during the Hessian ambush and the ship was destroyed after my father luckily pressed the ejection pod button for saving me. That day was an irrecoverable trauma for me. I was taken to Freital base for an identity check and then I was transfered to Vogtland base for an Hessian initiation. During my adolescence I was already multilingual, and i had an edge over other students. In the meantime my desire to come back my real home doesn't stop. So at the age of 18 I was introduced at Vogtland university to studying naval engineering. I learned a lot about strong and weak points of Hessian shipline, and afer I finished the studies with an year in advance, at the age of 22, I went to an Hessian hangar and I stole a Behemoth Transport by hacking in the Hessian terminal and opening the hangar door successfully. 2 Hessian agents chase me with their fighters, but I was able to disarm one by shooting at some weak weapon spots. The chasing lasts until the Neutron Star at Omega-41, when a Corsair patrol stopped the Hessian and destroy his ship. I was escorted to Planet Crete in safety and I was greeted with surprise by some people who known my father. After that I found a job as a cook in the cafeteria of miners, but after an accident unluckily I took a large dose of radiation and medics were forced to amputate my left leg, because of an explosion happened in the kitchen when I was working. After that, I began to work as a Xeno Relics miner, and I received some fighter training from a Corsair soldier, friend of my mother. My nickname is "Largo" because my height is 1,95 meters and I got a long mechanical left leg of 85 centimeters, the longest prosthesis the Corsair medical engineer have been made!

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My full name is Adriano Juan Rodriguez Gracia
But just call me Adriano Gracia

I am 21 years old

I have good flight and combat skills, but i am a great warrior with the epee and the rifle for example. I am very interested in the xeno archeology and the Dom'Kavash empire. I own a big farm, not very far from the capital, so i am a very good farmer. (I can cook very good as well)

I lost everything and a Guardian of yours made my life happier again, gave me new hope, gave me the feeling to belong to something. He gave me new power. Now i want to protect our glorious home and fatherland, if necessary with my life. I also want to keep my families tradition in the ranks of the Brotherhood.

I was born in 803 A.S. as the son of Carlo Rodriguez Sancez and Lucia Fernanda Aguilar Gracia on planet Crete. My father was a experienced Xenoarcheologist and a very good combat pilot within the Brotherhood. My mother was a good pilot too and she has a big farm on Crete. That was the place where i grew up in the first years. I experienced the interesting life as archeologist as well as the hard life of a farmer. When i was 3 years old, my parents started to involve in combats for the Brotherhood again. So I was given to my grandfather Juan Rodriguez Castro. He was nice to me, I got a wolf as a pet to my birthday, he knew that I love wolves. Later he taught me to behave like a honest well-respected man at the age of four, so it wasn't always easy. I didn't have a nice childhood, i wasn't allowed to play with other children. I had to learn how to fight with the epee and the rifle. I think ma grandfather was the best warrior using the epee and teaching the handling with the epee. I started the training at the age of six. I really got better in combat however I was still a child. I could also listen to my parents when they came home and told about the combats in space. That were exciting stories, and my father told that he won all his battles. I decided to start my flight training at the age of eight. My grandfather liked the idea, so he registered me to the combat flight academy on Crete. When I was nine, I came home proud with my first badge [I counted to the best junior pilots ever flew through asteroid fields with 945k speed (in the simulator], my grandpa had to tell my, that my Father died in combat against five Outcast Dreadnoughts. This fomented my hate on the Outcasts more than ever before. My mother died one year later, in a long-term consequence of gas attack, made by the Red Hessians on Casablanca. I was very upset. Both of my parents died. I was alone with my grandpa (he was very upset too) and I knew, that he was an old man... We lived our now broken life on, until a few weeks ago, in the year 824 A.S. I am 21 years old now. A guardian talked to us on the market on Crete. He encouraged us to live again, in this time, not in the past. He told me about a possible career in the Brotherhood, he told that he knew my father. And he thought that he probably didn't want me to be sad for the rest of my life. At this point i got power again. I was definetly convinced to join the Brotherhood. Also to continue the families tradition. And now i'm here. I hope you accept me in your Ranks as a friend, as a Brother.

My S.K.Y.P.E Protocol name is Navy_Pilot31