Your name and surname: Helen Dekker. Age: 20. Region, House or Location of Origin: Luxury Liner Shetland in Newcastle. Are you are Bretonian Citizen?: Yes. Any useful experience and qualifications: Fairly high resistance to ethanol intoxication. I fold the best origami cranes in the whole system too. Some say I talk too much. They are obviously wrong. Motivation for joining the Bretonia Armed Forces: To fly, fight and forget.
Short biography
As a daughter of divorced parents that weren't masters of peaceful communication both before and after their holy union came to an end, I had it worse then some but still better than most. My father was an "alternative medicine specialist" on the Luxury Liner Shetland in Newcastle, you know, one of those that take completely insignificant pieces of matter, put them together, boil some of the water down, press all this shi... stuff through some glass bits and pieces and then sell it as The Essence of Mu to some stupid and preferably terminally ill people. I mean, it's not like the dead are going to need their cash and Thomas the Father had a very colourful palette of needs that needed fulfilling on a daily basis.
My mother, Francesca, is an ex-prostitute, um, masseuse with some additional gimmicks on her menu. Coming from the family of Lanthanum miners of Leeds, she wanted a different life and got it. Sort of. By the time she was 20 she met my dad, who was diligently fulfilling the first of his favourite needs underneath, above and behind her. Admittedly he fell in love with her, and according to her promised from now on to take care of this particular need with her and her only, till the end of his days. Having merely 5 minutes to another client's visit, she decided that determination in throbbing must be a sign of a wider stick-it-to-iveness of his character which is always a good thing, right, and said "yes".
Guess what happened next.
Yep.
Nice story, eh?
After their divorce, I decided to pick lesser of the two evils and live with my mother till I'll be able to be on my own. I took some basic piloting courses in the meantime, developed love towards cigars, booze (moderate) and cards (also totally moderate) and had two crushes that ended up rather miserably. After her 20th birthday my mom tried to, um, enroll me in her business, so I decided it's high time to skedaddle.
And then. Well.
Here I am.
II. Knowledge Questions
Quote the Bretonia Armed Forces motto. Carina, Regina, Imperatrix! D'uh! Who is the current fleet admiral of Queen Carina the First's Armed Forces? Fleet Admiral Sir Jacob McIntire. What is the name of the Bretonia Armed Forces flagship? HMS Pendragon. Enumerate the primary factions Her Majesty's Armed Forces are currently at war with. Gallia, Corsairs, Nomads and everybody not polite and nice enough. If you painted something on your ship, what would it be? Um. A nice, stylized vulva and a unicorn. What? Girl power.
// ooRP section
How would you rate your RP skills from 1 to 10? Solid 8. How would you rate your PvP skills from 1 to 10? Less then 0. What is your Skype address? a.loobeensky. Have you ever been sanctioned? If you have, what for? Nope, never. Do you agree to always be fair, considerate of other players and not to take inRP hostilities with characters to an ooRP level? Sure thing. What is your ooRP reason for joining the Bretonia Armed Forces? I needed to find new place to RP and my boyfriend used to be a hardcore DF playa. Can you fund your ship and equipment? The BAF| can provide you with limited credits or equipment if you can not. I suppose maaaybe my bf could help me but I'm not entirely sure so some additional financing could be of use. Are you are aware that your character must be a Bretonian Citizen in order to be accepted? Yes. And lastly, since you are interested in the BAF, maybe you would also like to join the Bretonia Police Authority, the Bretonia Mining and Manufacturing, Bowex or Gateway. One thing at a time.
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