Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

[TheOrangeButterfly]

Name: Álvaro Sámarez Montoro

Age: 38

Skills:
Front-line Titan Pilot, Omega-5
Bomber Reserves/Emergency Corps
Manipulation, mind games

Reason for joining The Brotherhood:
I have been fighting for the Corsair Empire on the Omega front for several years, and we continue to stalemate with those damned Hessians and their "Rheinland". The Brotherhood gives me the option to remain fighting, but to fight elsewhere. It gets tiresome picking off a Hessian patrol only to have another twenty show up out of nowhere. The damned fools just never stop coming. This is why I come to the Brotherhood. To have competent wingmen willing to go into the fire with me and burn down the enemies of the Corsairs... or make them bend their knee to the empire.

Biography:
Álvaro Sámarez Montoro was born on Planet Crete. It was a rough life to be sure, but not one without opportunities. At an early age he got into trouble due to manipulating one of his peers to fight another and watching with almost a smile on his face. Due to this nature he was sent to a secondary school, mostly filled with troublemakers, young alcoholics, and recovering idiots. They deemed him "Unfit for duty" due to his nature, but he decided to use that tool against those that had sent him there. A series of unfortunate accidents happened to the ones who had sent him to the camp, and these incidents had reached more than one Elders ears. They decided that if he couldn't be turned into a Proper Corsair, then he would be sent to either die in glorious battle as cannonfodder... or come out on his own in his ship.

At the age of 20 his training had been completed, and he was sent out on routine patrols through Omicron Gamma as well as various Omega systems. Largely a search of new, perhaps untapped resources in systems close to the Corsair homeworld. Then he disappeared, with his entire wing for a period of three years. Written off as a casualty of war, he emerged with only one of his five former wingmates from a dustcloud in Omega-47. He was disciplined and sent again, this time to where the hardest of the fighting has occured. Omega-5.

On arriving in Omega-5 he was since come to his own, the rhythm of battle that courses daily through the system has kept him occupied enough that his mind hasn't schemed evil plots for quite some time. Until now, when he heard reports of the Bretonians expansionistic ideals encroaching in the Empire's yard of Omega-3. He would not have it. He immediately sent in an application to the Brotherhood in hopes of being moved from his current state and into a new war. A war against the teadrinkers.

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