~Finding won claimed assistant for the BAF recruiting a slender figure hands her a piece of crumpled paper.~
"I hear you are the one I need to give this to for recruitment."
~the lady opens the crumpled paper and first notices the stained blood on the edges. Glaring at Vlanice, before she can speak Vlanice speaks to her~
"I doubt you wanted that spie in your organization. Do I pass?"
Personal Profile:
Name: Vlanice Shade
Home: Can't Remember
Age: mid to late 20's
Eye color: Grey
Hair Color: Raven
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lb
Personal story:
After awakening in Britonian medical facility was diagnosed with amnesia. No id upon which to verify who she was the only count was a name on the uniform she was dragged in on: Vlanice. Not knowing where from or where was headed taking to combat was the only thing felt familiar. Seeking direction and listening in the back of the pubs along with a few odd jobs here and there. Word was mentioned that BAF was taking new recruits. Very active and the opportunity to work with some very good pilots and a chance to hone her skills.