The locale for all kin of all walks to present their case for joining the ranks of the Republican Provisional Assembly.
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[color=#FF8000][b]Name[/b][/color]
- [color=#e6e6e6]Name Here[/color]
[color=#FF8000][b]Age[/b][/color]
- [color=#e6e6e6]Age Here ( Optional )[/color]
[color=#FF8000][b]Origin[/b][/color]
- [color=#e6e6e6]What House and/or Colony you hail from.[/color]
[color=#FF8000][b]Background[/b][/color]
- [color=#e6e6e6]Your background and reason for wanting to join the Assembly's ranks, and any prior skills or experiences you believe will be valuable to our cause.[/color]
[color=#FF8000][b]OOC Expectation[/b][/color]
- [color=#e6e6e6]What do you expect to be doing or otherwise want to be doing in the RPA? ( E.G Mining, Roleplay, PvP, Snub Piloting, Capital Piloting, ect ect.[/color]
[color=#FF8000][b]OOC Comments[/b][/color]
- [color=#e6e6e6]Whatever you feel like putting here, if anything.[/color]
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Name
- William "Liam" Harris Age
- 30 Origin
- Planet Leeds Background
- I used to fly shipments for Bowex, but my career got shafted after Leeds got... well, you know. After the Crown managed to lose the planet and did bugger-all to help the refugees and called it a "crisis", I figured those posh aristocrats from New London don't deserve my support.
The Mollys have done right by me and my family when they took us in after we lost everything, so I've been flying for them ever since. And now your organization has popped up, promising some actual changes. I figure we either throw our lot in together or die on our own, yeah?
Mister Harris, Military Command has reviewed your application. Your support and piloting experience is mighty welcome with us.
Welcome to the Assembly!
Catch one of our flight leads at the Arranmore hanger, they'll get you out to the Rhodri Yarwood and we'll get you fitted and find a spot that fits you lad!
Name
- Jack Hornviper Age
- 32 Origin
- Bretonia Background
- Hey there. My name is Jack, Jack Hornviper.
I was born on a planet New London. My father was working in Dublin. He went to Mollys. He preferred to be a Molly and escape the Corporation slavery. I later got a job in Bowex, otherwise, I had nothing to eat. Later I lost a valuable cargo during the trip to Rheinland, so to evade all of the pay, that I couldn't pay I left for Omegas to get a new life. I sold the corporate ship and bought myself something more civilian. Have found you're looking for people with a shady past?
I arrived in Omegas, a notorious place known for the battle between Mining Guilds, Houses, and unlawfuls with questionable pasts. Looking for a fresh start and a chance to leave my troubled history behind, I began seeking opportunities in the Rheinland Orient pirates - Die Schwarzen Hertz.
Having not for a long time in Omegas I had to leave them, Due to their dissolution I had to come back to Bretonia.
Joining the Mollies wasn't an easy decision for me. It meant stepping into a world of uncertainty, danger, and a constant struggle against the BMM. I saw it as a chance to continue my father's legacy and find a new home in the homeland.
Mister Hornviper, Military Command has reviewed your application. And we can assure you, your experience in the Omega's amongst an irregular group will be greatly appreciated amongst Assembly Pilots.
Welcome to the Assembly!
Meet one of our Flight Lead's at the Arranmore Hanger, they'll find a place for you in our flight wings, and get you out there giving the Crown its due in no time.
Name
- William Altman Age
- 41 Origin
- Bretonia, New London. Background
- As a kid, I had a good upbringing, went to university, and eventually joined the ranks of the Armed Forces of Bretonia. Got into drinking off-duty. Didn't serve me well. I've been around the Mollys since I was discharged from the Armed Forces 7 years ago. Was hard for me to find a job with the tarnished reputation, so I had to get by with my... other... skillsets. I found the Mollys soon after. Mainly involved in snub escort and base defense, but I'd like to get a taste of what the Mollys are really all about. I think the RPA can help me with that.
OOC Expectation
- Mainly snub piloting, but I'm glad to be involved with any of it. OOC Comments
- It's been a pleasure flying with you guys as indie. I'd like to make the leap and join the band, if you'll have me.
Mister Altman, your application comes with a personal endorsement of the pilots of Banshee squadron. You will find your experience and skillset appreciated within our ranks as we continue our march to freedom.
Welcome to the Assembly!
We trust your past habits will not impede you in carrying out your duties. Report to Arranmore hangar for your assignment, and Godspeed.
Name
- Jesse Murphy Age
- 31 Origin
- Bretonia, Planet Cambridge Background
- Born on Cambridge, but didn't exactly fit in with the bookworms, if you hear me. I spent most of my youth doing grunt work for the professors, flying them around and escorting them. An overworked and an underpaid job, so I set out with a few of my friends to "chase our dreams". We had no idea what that dream was.
After a while, a small Molly group let us fly with them, and we quickly made some quick money off some unlucky and unprepared traders. It didn't take long for the cops to track us down, though. Most of the wing was quickly arrested, and some ran away. Since then, I've been flying solo, doing whatever it takes to survive.
Recently, I've met a couple of your lads in Dublin, they told me about themselves and we flew together a bit. After this pleasant interaction, I would be more than happy to call Assembly my new home, should you accept me.
OOC Expectation
- Roleplay, Pirating, Events
User was banned for: Compromised account
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Mister Murphy, our pilots appreciated your assistance out on patrol, and you seem quite capable of handling yourself. Your piloting experience will be much appreciated.
Welcome to the Assembly!
We'll be glad to have you aboard, report to Arranmore Hanger and one of our flight leads will meet you there to help get you assigned.
Name
- Celeste-Sophie de Belmont, aka Genocide Jill Age
- It's a secret. Origin
- Gallia, New Paris. Background
- Second daughter of de Belmont family and it's middle sister, Celeste, unlike her senior sister, Sophie, have grown and studied on New Paris, and being a part of the hereditary military family have affected her the least: she was, in fact, the only one to choose civilian career over military - living and dying by the word of her King did not exactly correlate with her views on her life in the foreseeable future. Instead, she finished a university on New Paris, attained the bachelor degree in medicine, and devoted herself to further honing and polishing her knowledge.
Her reasons, however, were not much different from twisted, almost maniacal from the commoner's standpoint - Celeste cherished death, and saw little value in human life whatsoever. Conveniently taking the position in the local military hospital morgue, Celeste further studied the ways of bringing people to the logical conclusion of their lives; the Gallic war have been raging on, and fresh supplement of bodies in the morgue was a frequent sight - and Celeste was responsible for thoroughly inspecting every and each corpse to determine the cause of death and whatever specifics the body could tell. All the knowledge Celeste have collected have been copypasted into two sources: the report, that was the part of her job, and her personal digital base, which included more facts that were included in the autopsy reports.
However, aside from abudant database, Celeste desperately strived for less theory, and more practical material than just dead bodies she had her chances to thoroughly investigate. This is why she was never fond of space combat she heard so much about from Emilie - it was, in Celeste's opinion, senseless killing, where nothing is achieved and nothing, aside from adrenaline rush, is experienced. It was boring and uninformative. What she believed in being capable of bringing some real experience is when you commit murder with your own hands, feel your victim's life dripping away, and the warmth of the body slowly fading after they draw their last breath. That is how Celeste, in the end, applied her theoretical knowledge as she staged quite a few crafty murders - before completely disappearing as everything have started to break down for the Gallic monarchy. Celeste got in touch with Union Corse and used the chaos caused by the Council battlegroups appearing in the high orbit of New Paris and the ensued skirmishes to cover her escape.
Celeste have ended up on Arranmore - as far from home and prying eyes as she could possibly think of; while her medical skills weren't in such a high demand for it's actual purpose, but in combination with her low-key appearance and expertise in scheming complicated murders she procured back on New Paris, and Celeste re-appeared on Cambridge, staging the murders of the local police officers, slowly climbing their career ladder and gradually raising the difficulty of each case as more and more high-ranked officers have became her victims before she got extracted - for the local police was apparently less occupied and more competent than it's counterpart in Gallia.
At this point in her search for better expertise Celeste have parted ways with The Mollys and strolled over to the Lane Hackers; never finding or desiring to find herself the part of the Inner Circle, Celeste have tried to squeeze as much knowledge from this brief stay as possible, but could not learn much - as expected, they have been reluctant to open up too much to the outsiders while digging plenty of information of them discreetly. Apparently, they have discovered Celeste's origins and something about her true nature that have made them even more cautious around her and eventually drove her away from them to the Rogues, for Celeste felt she was not quite ready to leave Liberty yet and she might fit better into a more loose, chaotic movement that isn't so wary of complete strangers to Liberty.
Eventually Celeste admitted that space combat, while being highly distasteful subject for her personally, is necessary and unavoidable, and her choice of tools for it somewhat reflects her past expertise and the groups she happened to affiliate herself with.
Not relinquishing her moniker of Jill even after Hemlocke's pack fell silent, de Belmont maintained low profile, taking an occassional contract to make a living until longing for a certain purpose over routine life of the woman of her creed, and Provisional Assembly might well become one as the idea of returning home doesn't thrill her mind.
OOC Expectation
- RP/PvP in a healthy mix. OOC Comments
- Cool techcell, and some fine folk.
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