Name: Jacque Baldomero.(real name you should know)
Age: 22 (RP age)
Race: Corsair
Description: I Am a trader who is sick and tired of doing useless runs between places that are hard to reach.(its gotten very boring...)
Likes: Exploring, Gold, Loot, Treasure and piracy
Dislikes: Losing Ships, versing traders with strong weapons that shoot very fast.
Story: Here is my story....
I Grew Up On Hamburg, when one day my father left for work one day and never came back, i suspected that he was taken prisoner or something, my mother said that he had 'issues' when i had finished school i left to work with Daumon Constructions on Hamburg, and i was accepted since they were desperately low on people, so i sat in my office thinking of what to do, when an executive came up to me and asked me if i knew how to fly a Humpback, i said I had basic flying experience, but within 2 hrs i was flying the dam thing, but when exiting the trade lane and waiting for the jumpgate queue to clear i was scanned by rhienland police and taken prisoner for not having a Pilots License, but the prisons in Hamburg were full so i was arranged to be transferred to manhattan, on the way Corsair Pirates attacked the ship and i was taken by them back to Crete, they said that they would teach me the ways of the corsair and how to fight and stuff.
right now i am back at Manhattan loading up my possessions into my Starflier, I attempt to make the journey to Crete sometime within 2 weeks.
Just Started out again. after being inactive for several months.
My 'Unknown' Characters
Baldomero[TBH] - Titan
Baldomero.B[TBH] - Praetorian (Planned)
Baldomero.J[TBH] - Private Cruiser, Named the Hezamorph (Planned)
Baldomero.G[TBH] - Good Ole' Rusty. (Corsair Gunboat)
Name: Asno Muleo (Nickname: Mule)
Age: 31 (RP age)
Job: Fighter/trader
Description: Followed my father's profession as a humble trader, but finding this life too repetitive, decided to enlist in the Colonial Fleet as a fighter and joined Battlestar Group 66. I quickly made friends, comrades, a new family. However while on a scout patrol, an Outcast attack on Java station in Tau 23 led to a decimation of the fleet and most of it's pilots. Our leader was among the casualties. After this disaster, a friend forged in the heat of battle, a Corsair, invited me to join The Brotherhood.
Eager to find myself a new family, I went to Omicron Gamma and currently wait for acceptance into the brotherhood.
Story: I have lived a simple life...... My father was an equipment dealer, I was born and raised on freeport 9. At the age of 20 i married my childhood sweetheart we had a little boy named after me, I took over the family business life was good. My family was all i lived for until the night they were taken from me my life was shattered. I want to join the Brotherhood because of the Outcast that have taken my family so that i can hunt through every system until i find my familia and bring vengeance to those who have taken them from me.
Christiano Vega
Fighter Pilot
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Vega when I lay my vengeance upon thee"
Cristiano Vega sat down to the testing terminal and started filling the questionnaire.
Mr. Mule, on the other hand, received an error flashing on the screen before he even could get started: Insufficient data! Full name and more detailed biography needed...
I proptly hand my questionaire back and wait for further instructions
Christiano Vega
Fighter Pilot
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Vega when I lay my vengeance upon thee"
Name: Jacinta Villanueva
Age: 17
Occupation: Trader, farmer
Dear Senores,
I respectfully submit this application to join The Brotherhood.
My background is at once illustrious and humble. My father and mother were Jacinto and Isabella Villanueva, both fighter pilots of the Corsair nation who gave their lives fighting the Marginados. I was just a baby when they died, and so I was raised by their friend Elder Atilla Farquar of the Brotherhood.
Please understand, I do not wish to "drop names" or get any favours as a result of my heritage.
I grew up on my step-father's hacienda, and in the times when he was home he taught me to fly in our crop-dusters and transport. My skills as a pilot are good although I have little training in combat.
I wish to join in the fight for our homes, our people, and our lives against the perros who would see us destroyed. I am young and inexperienced, but I listen well and learn quickly, and I am not afraid of adversity and deprivation. I hope you will consider my application.
Cristiano Vega finished his tests and waited for the results. The sand-glass was turning and nothing happened...
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All the testing terminals were connected to the Brotherhood's mainframe (located in Deep Underground Vault along with other vital systems). One of latest artificial intelligence patches were installed on the recruiting systems and ever since that, the behavior of all the testing terminals became somewhat extraordinary.
Not only were they playing silly games with stressed recruits, such as waiting with the results while studying the poor person's movements through camera, but from time to time they even stopped following the testing procedures, set by the Elders, and they tested the recruits their way.
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After waiting roughly 5 minutes, Cristiano Vega started to be very nervous. What could he have done wrong? Some of the latest questions were still occupying his mind when he was shocked by a very loud sound of fanfares and he fell of the chair he was sitting on.
After he stood up again he looked at the testing terminal:
Quote:I GOT YOU! Welcome to the Brotherhood, young and scared man!
After you get up from the floor, please take this Voucher and show it either to Elders or Centurions and you'll get your 20 mils. Good luck out there!
Cristiano was embarrassed and left the recruitment office in a hurry, but both Asno Muleo and Jacinta Villanueva couldn't be sure that something similar could happen to them as well.
Asno filled in the missing data and after the test questionnaire appeared in front of him, he started to working on it and quickly forgot what happened to poor Cristiano a few minutes ago.
Jacinta was welcomed by this message:
Quote:Hi there, pretty, shaved, farming lady! Are you applying for a work in the Council Chamber kitchen? You missed the door, go back to the corridor you came through and take the next exit to the left...
Quite a strong punch landed at the top of the terminal's screen...
Quote:OUCH!! All right, all right, stop it! It was just a joke... sheesh...
Here you go, good luck!
Jacinta chafed her hand, sat down and looked at the screen. To her surprise there was no test as she was assigned a completely different task. She scratched her shaved head and started with writing what she was asked for...
Name: Jonathan Gunner
Nickname: BlueshiftX
Occupation: Fighter/Pirate/Smuggler
Age: 29
Herewith my application to join The Brotherhood.
History:
I am descendant of Cryon Gunner, a once famous Corsair Smuggler. My father taught me all he knew before he was mercilessly killed when outnumbered 8/1 by Xenos. His ship was not entirely destroyed but he was left to die in his disabled ship as the life support systems failed him.
I seek revenge and Xeno Blood. I am willing to do what is required of me and am prepared to fly fighter/bomber class ships until hopefully one day graduating to a Gunboat with which I will smuggle/trade and seriously avenge my Father.
I wish to stand shoulder to shoulder with my Corsair Brethren, our heritage is great and we are destined to dominate the Sirius Systems.
Name: Maximilian "Kyb" Kybriez
Job:fighter/pirate/trader
Age:25(RP age)
Background: Born on Freeport 1,in the Omega-3 system,i was orphaned at a young age when my parents were killed by an outcast raid.My uncle,a fighter pilot for The Order,decided to take me to Toledo and raise me.My childhood was interesting,if somewhat dangerous.Between the nomad and bounty hunter raids,i helped around the Order base on the planet,learning to use firearms and operate computer systems,which quickly sparked my interest,and soon i learned to crack even the toughest computer locks on any system in the base.
When the famous Edison Trent came to the planet,i decided to help fight the nomads in an Anubis fighter-a stupid mistake!I had little to no skill in flying a ship,yet i wanted to go into the fight,to see what it's like when the adrenaline pumps through your veins and you run straight into an enemy wing of fighters.I managed to pull through the battle by sheer luck,or maybe it was that my fighter wing comrades looked after me.
After the apparent nomad threat was gone,i wanted to join The Order,but they told me that i would be more needed in the Corsair brotherhood.So here i am,ready to help The Brotherhood in any way i can,be it trade,smuggling,piracy or fighting the brotherhood's enemies.