Name: Peter Eiffel Rank: Flieger Age: 32 Height: 184 cm Weight: 77 kg Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green
Planet/Station of Origin:
Planet New Berlin
Background Information:
Born in a small city, nothing really exciting happened to Peter. His life was average, his schooling was average, his food was average. How he talked was average.
He followed his father's footsteps into the family restaurant business, becoming a cook. He actually enjoyed making the dishes of food. He would regularly go out and greet whoever was going to eat his food, serve them himself and make sure it was to their liking. He liked to make sure things were perfect. He wanted things to go... above average.
Slowly, Peter started to notice that the restaurant became a little too perfect. So much that it became. Average. Frustrated with this, he began to work on other things to keep it off his mind, like going to the gym or studying. Slowly, his lack of attention of the restaurant caused it's downfall. His old man died, leaving it to him. As the new owner and not caring for it, it went under. Without a proper income any longer, Peter jumped from small job to small job, getting frustrated with each new one. He finally ran out of options until he got to the Military. He joined planetary militia first and under went basic training there.
The militia was strict and demanded it's officers to be near perfect, and he enjoyed it as he did cooking. Slowly, he noticed that the militia started to slack, as not a lot happens planet side. A simple notice was made to his unit that anyone wishing to join the Rheinland Military would be given a retirement plan should they retire, and he decided that was the way to go.