Outside of the recruitmment office, there was quite a clatter. It resembled a kind of scraping sound, nearly drowned out by the whirs and hums of antigravity units. The source of this noise was a rather worn-looking Sclydesdale-class freighter, touching down clumsily on the landing pad. As it's landing modules settled and quieted, a hatch at the back opened, revealing two rows of seats lining the sides of the cargo bay. There were a smattering of people inside, about a dozen or so. Most quickly shuffled out, making a path towards a nearby magnetic rail terminal. Two others got up and started glancing around the ship - engineers, checking to see if any damage was present. The last one, a young man quietly walked out, a very, very slight limp marring his stride.
As he strode through the door, his features became clear under the artificial light. He was of average height, slightly thin, with a gaunt, tired look on his face. He had a bandage around his ankle, and wore a rather torn-up jacket. His pants were black, with various half-visible stains and signs of age dashed across them. His face bore a single cut, with a sticky bandage on it. His hair was kind of brownish-black, and ruffled. In his hand, there was a form, tacked to a board of wood.
Walking slower now, up to the desk, he said, in a quiet voice "I would...like to apply."
He breathed in deeply "I already have the form done...so...I'll put it here, then?" He slipped the form out from his other hand, and slipped it onto the desk.
Quote:Name: (First and Last) Otis Hall
Callsign: N/A
S.K.Y.P.E. Protocol Marker: Twisp
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Date of Birth: November 23rd, 786 A.S.
Place of Birth: Planet Leeds, Leeds System, Bretonia
Nationality: Bretonian
Fitness: A slight bit thinner than most
Height: 6 feet, 1 inches
Weight: 137 pounds
Vision: 20/20
Brief History of yourself and your family:
Nothing much interesting about my family itself. We have our roots in Leeds, and that's where we've been for as long as anyone can remember. My dad worked in a local steel processing plant for the better part of his life making enough money to keep us afloat. My mom was a deadbeat, to put it into crude terms. She stayed at home, drank a good amount of booze...not really the best person to be taking care of an only child.
I ended up dropping out of school, mostly because my dad couldn't keep up the payment's for the school, and the other schools in the area werent exactly...safe. I had to start making a life for myself, and left home a few months before I turned 18. I ended up getting a job in a scrapyard, cleaning up old parts, breaking down ship hulls, and such.
Even that didnt really keep the bills paid, and I was forced to do a bit of freelance work, mostly providing escort for any foreign traders looking to start operating in Bretonia. Started off with ground work, keeping them safe from muggers, thieves, all of that. I managed to buy an old scrap ship from the yard where I still worked, and fixed it up (using what mediocre skills I had) into something usable, and began doing minor freelance work in space. Im not too bad of a pilot, as Ive had my fair share of scrupples with pirates.
Previous Medical History
Various minor illnesses throughout early childhood
Shot to the ankle (Healed and fiited with an adaptive brace)
Combat experience:
Escort work
Light ground security work
Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces:
Im still not exactly well off, to be honest. My job in the scrapyard still doesnt pay much, freelance jobs are becoming few and far between, and Ive obviously not going to get anything from my parents, who're still working their arses off to eat every day. I'll be honest - a good amount of motivation for me doing this is to have some sort of room and board, and some sort of meal relatively often.
But, besides that, I really feel like this'll give my life some sort of direction in my life. I dont really have much of a purpose...per se. Im just going along with life, and I dont think that Im making much of myself. Even if I die doing this, I'll, at the very least, I'll be worth something.
List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):
Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from
Im transferring from freelance civil security service to a career in the military, if this application is deemed suitable.
Having done this, he nodded toward the secretary, and walked toward the line of chairs at the far wall. After several minutes of inspection, the young man found a seat that he seemed fine with, and sat in an aloof manner, leaning back. Now, he had to wait.