A young, clean shaven man walks into the recruitment office. His clothes neat and smart, and his stance strong and tall. There is an aura of amazement about him, as if he was drunk on the wonders of the world and universe around him.
His face straightens as he pulls himself together when the recruitment officer looks up at him.
"20?" The officer says, slightly bemused. The boy looked to be about 18, 19.
"Yes sir. Just got away from my bloody family, sir. Wanted to return to Bretonia, where we came from, sir. I-" The young man replies before being cut off by the officer.
"Not to be rude lad, but name? Give your life story to one of the officers."
"Of course, sir. Rob Smith, sir." He replies, his face not showing any of the annoyance he feels in his gut.
"Right, straight through that door, take a seat, you'll be attended to shortly." The recruitment officer says, not even looking at Rob.
"Right sir. Thank you sir." He replied, before smartly following the instructions.
Current Characters
Ensign Robert Smith of the Bretonia Armed Forces - BAF|Ens.Robert.Smith
Freelancer Trader Carl Jones - The.Doncaster
Freelancer Mick Grahams, working for Falcon Enterprise - FE|Yorskhire.Rose
