I am most honored to hand in my application for Navy service after an extended time of consideration. It became apparent to me that the only career for me is within the ranks of the Liberty Navy. I am willing to sacrifice my existence and life for our great nation, please consider review my application and decide whether I am worthy of such an honor.
Quote:Name:David Calhoun Age:28 Birthplace:Planet Los Angeles, California System. Gender:Male. Height:6,02 ft. Weight:176 lbs.
Biography:
I was born in 790, into a middle-class entrepreneur family. My father, James Calhoun used to run a machine shop selling parts for surface transport vessels, now he works as the head of an engineering department of the Ageira offices on Pueblo Station. My mother, Barnielle Westfields was unemployed at that time, now she is an assistant secretary in a banking office. My parents divorced in 809, only my mother got married again. I also have a brother, Henry Calhoun, now 34, left off to Kusari 14 years ago.
I began my elementary studies in a Los Angeles institute, but we moved to Denver following the collapse of my father's business. He got a job as an engineer-assistant with Ageira, on Pueblo Station. Although he earned quite well, we only saw once a weekend, every month. His earning was suitable for me to be able to finish elementary school, then attend high-school and university, majoring in Libertonian and Bretonian literature. Because of the distance though, our family was ripped apart. My brother left off to Kusari, where he now works as a Freelance mercenary, taking jobs for corporations as an escort pilot and bounty hunter. I have not heard of him for years though. My mother left my father soon after that, then married a ship salesman in New York.
The family troubles did effect the level of my studies, I am afraid to say. Although I did not fail at either of my subjects, I had difficulties of studying and paying attention to what I study, therefore my grades weren't sufficient enough for me to achieve good graduation results or a diploma. As you may already know, I was also cornered by the radical ideas of a Sol philosopher, Karl Marx and his teachings of communism. I was a part of a small youth club on Denver, consisting merely of 10 members, called the Red Banner's Youth. I willingly left it, due to my disappointment in the false ideas and foolishness it meant. I am terribly ashamed of myself being so misguided at that point.
After my university thesis was rejected and was not being given a diploma either, I lost interest in studying any further and went back to Los Angeles. I was hired by a holographic cinema company as a security guard, and worked as such for years.
I left my place of employment because of a shootout I was in. A man who lost his job and family, in his desperation came into the holo-cinema with an automatic shotgun and opened fire immediately at the employees and civilians. I was the one who shot him down, but one employee and a civilian were killed by the madman, another five were heavily injured. I left my job because it was hard to process that I was forced to kill another human, even if I saved numerous lives with doing so.
A few months after that, I decided to go back to Denver. I bought a ticket to a passenger transport, which proceeded along with two others in a convoy through New York. Near Mojave, we were ambushed by a pack of Liberty Rogues, who boarded and robbed the transports blind, one of them was even destroyed entirely by a bomb they placed inside the ship. All I wanted was to fight the Rogues somehow. To save all those lives, no matter the cost. Weapons not belonging to the ship's security staff were not allowed to be brought onboard, so I tried combatting the boarding and lightly armored Rogues with my bare hands. I was beaten up, but not shot for reasons yet unknown to me. As I lost consciousness, the pirates left off with the loot and some hostages.
What I had left was nothing but sheer embarrasment because of the failure and disability to act. I spent a few days in medical, but my injuries were not at all what made me suffer. I felt like I was the one who doomed all the people who died on the ships, simply because of my failure to defend them. I realised that things like this keep happening again and again around Liberty, causing nothing but pure suffering for people who were never meant to face such things. Who simply live their everyday lives with the highest level of innocence.
Criminals and heartless people like that are what we have to fight against. Who we have to unite against. Whom we have to fight to serve Liberty. A Rheinland invasion would simply enforce these problems, as their militaristic dictatorship would give the Rogues and such assets a free hand to pillage, not to ignore the soulless behaviour of the Rheinlanders themselves, it is nothing but pure death they bring forth.
These experiences and realisations made me write this biography. These made me decide to serve among the finest of Liberty, to protect those who stand helplessly against an armed enemy. Please decide whether I am worthy of your comradeship, whether I am worthy of serving my Homeland in arms.
