The doors to the Recruitment Office swing open, and in steps a young man with a boyish grin and a look of awe. He stops at the entrance and looks around eagerly, taking in the setting around him.
After a heavy breath, he steps towards the front desk.
"I'd like an application to sign up for the Armed forces." he says in a rushed and not too overly-excited tone.
"But of course." the receptionist replies, and slides a clipboard and a pencil across the desk to the young man.
The youth takes the clipboard and smiles at the woman, a smile that hides his nervousness with sheer enthusiasm. He takes the form to a nearby chair and carefully fills in each line.
Quote:Name: Warren Siderman
Callsign: Wayside
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Date of Birth: May 5th, 799 A.S
Place of Birth: Planet Leeds
Nationality: Bretonian
Fitness: Athletic
Height: 172 cm
Weight: 71 kg
Vision: L: 20/20 R: 20/19
Brief History of yourself and your family: Grew up amidst the heavy industry of planet Leeds, where both my parents worked to scrape out a living. When the war with Kusari began I joined the local youth brigade, our duties consisted of handing out fliers, gathering bonds, and helping to build makeshift defenses around the local area. A few months ago, my parents decided to leave Leeds for safer space and joined the swarms of refugees leaving the system. I convinved them to let me stay and now that I'm of age I'm looking to make a tangible difference for Bretonnia.
Previous Medical History: No serious illnesses or allergies.
Combat experience: Some basic feild training in the youth brigades, but no serious combat experience.
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces: As above, now that i am of age, I'm hoping to really help out and defend my home.
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
Eager
Inventive
Plucky
Honorable
Motivated
Spirited
Self-Aware
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from:
Not transferring from reserve fleets, transferring from Leeds Youth Brigade
After finishing the form Warren gives another sigh and under his breath he says, "Finally..."
He stands up and hands the finished application to the receptionist, who skims through the information quickly before putting it into a box on the corner of her desk.
"Please have a seat, you will be called back shortly" she tells the young man in a warm tone.
Another youthful smile spreads across Warren's lips as he turns to take a seat, as he waits he focuses on keeping his growing fervor under control.
