*walks into LN recruitment centre. walks over to receptionist*
Remember me? m'names Paul Rogekeller if you've forgotten.
*receptionist replies*
we haven't forgotten you, Mr. Rogekeller. Your application was denied, was it not?
Oh, yes, it was denied. but i've improved, now im here to try my luck again.
*hands the receptionist the Bio*
*the writing on the Bio reads this*
Name: Paul Rogekeller
Age: 18
well. I had to write this myself, so it may be lacking in areas, but here goes.again.
I was born on manhattan, in a nice little suburb. both my parents were traders. ever since i was two, i decided i wanted to become a pilot in the liberty navy. my parents decided to help me in this. when i was 15, my parents decided to buy me a nice little civilian fighter. a starflier. that old hunk'o'junk. my dad gave me training lessons every day, until he could no longer teach me due to 'lots of work' that was two months before my parents 'died'. their 'death' was horrific. they were attacked by a whole lotta rogues. the ship was destroyed, and my mum was badly charred. there was no sign of my father. i assumed he was disintegrated. that was 3 years ago. since then i succesfuly applied for the LPI, and have been in their services for 2 years. while there, i found records and video footage of the attack on my family. i studied it for weeks on end, then i found what i was subconsiously looking for. my father. he was not dead.he beamed aboard one of the LR ships just before our families craft was destroyed. i have also found my fathers alias, which is LR-Dreadblade. i have decided it is time i moved on to more important work, and onto the job i always wanted.