Detailed Background, One Paragraph or So (the more we can learn about you, the better): Well... Where to start? I was born on the cesspit Nuremburg; a little slice of industrial living provided by Republican and Daumann. So what was so great about this place? To start, anyone born here didn't exactly have high prospects of becoming anything other than a dock worker or miner; It boasted some of the highest pollution rates in Rheinland, along with lung cancer; Food prices were so ridiculously high because of the damn worms on it you'd spend all your earnings on rations instead of medicine or some heaters during the winter. Finally, it's got notoriously high crime-rates, and large portions of the planet are still abandoned from nearly a hundred years ago.
So with all that said, clearly this was such a great environment to start out in. I'd find myself abandoning my secondary education to go run with a gang by the age of 16. In my defense, this was probably a more sound economical decision, as the education standards on Nuremburg trail behind the rest of Rheinland. I wouldn't realize how bad this was until I decided to complete my education in Curacao where I'd find I was far behind on basic writing, and hardly any mathematics beyond algebra were taught too me. But, I guess I'm straying too far off topic. The gang I joined would rise above being a couple of muggers and find themselves allying to the Unioners and eventually absorbed into it as another cell. At this point, we were getting more than just a couple of guns to act tough with, we were given snubs to actually join the rest of the galaxy and play with the big boys.
Our crew relocated to Leipheim where we would intercept any shipping convoys headed towards Kusari through the Sigmas. We'd usually just get them to pay a toll, not wanting to risk getting the police to come down hard on us. We'd keep this up for about four months, and we did make quite a profit from it, but all good things come to an end. We were getting careless and complacent with our highway robbery, none of us had even experienced any real combat, and we didn't have the best coordination. We were intercepting another convoy, but this time he refused to pay. This came as a surprise for us, this is the first time anyone actually refused. We kept trailing them, most of us being too timid to open fire on them; in retrospect this was a really pathetic display, we came off as a bunch of beggars seeking alms as opposed to raiders. Well, they finally jumped through to the Sigmas and we followed them right in only to be caught in an ambush with the Police and Bounty Hunters lying in wait.
It was a slaughter, we went from a group of 17 to 6 within a minute. I managed to break off and got lucky with a mine killing two cops trailing me; more were in pursuit however with the Bounty Hunters, and I didn't have the slightest clue as to where I was going. I left a few more mines behind some asteroids, and again fortune favored me as the last cop fell for my trap. The Bounty Hunters were much smarter though, they took the mines out with ease and continued pursuing me viciously. We were now making our way out of the asteroid field, I didn't have cover left, but then I saw a bastion of safety, Freeport 8. I gunned my ship for all it was worth, I could feel my cockpit getting warmer from the engine overheating on the piece of junk. I managed to make enough distance between me and my pursuers that docking wasn't even an issue. Once inside however, my ship completely fell apart as the engine broke down... And the weapons... And the wings. Really, God must've been looking out for me to have made it that far. God's mercy is a tad bit cruel though as I was now stranded with no options for escape. It didn't take much longer after that for the Bounty Hunters to arrive, and they made it clear they could wait for me to rot on the station as they circled around.
About two days had passed while I was on the station, I left nearly all of my credits on Leipheim, so I began to sell parts and scraps of my ship at an extreme discount just get basic necessities, and a very very stiff drink. It was a day later where I was stumbling to my feet (in retrospect that drink tasted very shifty) in a maintenance shaft with a gun pointed to me that I realized just how screwed I was on this station. The gun pointed at me was held by one of the Bounty Hunters who was pursuing me from earlier, she introduced herself and explained the situation I was now in. My crew had a bounty placed on us by the Feds, however, individually we weren't worth a lot, it was simply the fact they caught us all together at once was worth the trouble. Since I managed to kill the police officers they were accompanying my bounty wasn't updated to match my risk. As such, I was basically worthless, I probably wasn't even more than $100,000 Sirian credits (and that's with inflation to the current standard) I was that small time. At this point with what they were saying, I had to wonder why they were even bothering to go come after me. Well, I apparently managed to impress them; evading 6 fighters on your tail and taking out half of them is no small feat. Though apart of me was just hoping she liked my pretty face but I know that's a lie. She went on to offer me a deal: I could either continue to rot on this station until I die, or I could turn myself in, get a reduced sentence, and membership into the guild.
Well, I think it's obvious how that turned out. I'll skip the details on prison though as I've found every other person in the hunting gig pretty much says the exact same regurgitated crap as the person who caught them and placed them there did. Still, 4 years of prison (A very light sentence for a "terrorist") pass and when my time is up I'm immediately contacted by the guild, good as their word. I was disappointed to find it wasn't the Bounty Hunter who offered me the deal who contacted me, but as it turns out, they died in combat three-weeks prior to my release. A real shame too, I needed to see some Hispanian curves after being in Wurstfest for 4 years. Still, they set me up with a ship and from there I went to Liberty to start making a name for myself.
Once in Liberty I found myself embracing the culture entirely. Picking up a love of the Jazz scene on Manhattan, ditching my Rheinlander accent, enjoying the hell out of every little vice offered. I seriously considered becoming a Libertonian, abandoning my Rheinland citizenship, that became very difficult to do however once the war between Rheinland and Liberty started so I put that on hold. Continued to do small time bounty contracts for years, never really joined into other divisions to get a bigger pay, made good friends in the guild though as I'd just spend all my earnings on having a good time and sharing that time with them. Visited every house space for contracts; I'd work with GMG in Kusari though as that house always treat Hunters with disdain. Eventually had enough earned up to go blow it in the Cortez system, where I found my next calling offering my services to OS&C. Okay, I actually just accrued a huge gambling debt, but I payed it back and earned quite a large sum more. It was also around this point I decided to complete my secondary education, and even start to earn a bachelors in criminology, until I realized how ridiculous the cost of tuition at Liberty universities get.
Now? Well, I've earned a huge amount of experience in life since I went into orbit around Nuremburg 12 years ago, but I still have a lot more to experience. Guild members have told me about the Core earlier before you became the great power in the Omicrons you are now. At the time I had no interest, but lately I've been feeling the need for something more structured, being independent is great, but I want to know if I can actually live up to that impression I left on the Bounty Hunters back at Freeport 8, and the only place I think I could do that is with the Core.
Why do you want to join The Core/APM?: As mentioned above, I'm looking for a more structured organization, have heard about The Core numerous times through other guild members, (some who now serve in The Core as well) and they spoke highly of it, along with the pay. Other reasons being that, getting off Curacao will probably save me a ridiculous amount of money. Finally, you're closer to Hispania, and I'll be damned if Hispanian women aren't a good reason to do anything.
Recite Our Motto: Dolor transit, gloria aeterna est.
OoRP Form How long have you been playing Freelancer Discovery for?: I've been aware of Disco since 2007, I've been on and off since then, having only more seriously getting into it recently.
Have you ever played a Core character before? Have you read the lore of The Core? Do you know what The Core is?: I've never played a Core character before. I have read up on the lore. I'm also aware a lot has changed as of late for the Core.
How familiar are you with the Edge Worlds?: Been through plenty of times on Freelancer ID. Not really aware of the Lore for the AI or Nomads though in terms of RP that's happened recently.
How would you rate your RP skills out of 10?: 7/10, I've yet to become that involved in the Discovery community so I haven't had much of an opportunity to improve.
How would you rate your PvP skills out of 10? What ship-types are you good in?: 5/10, I've had little PVP experience outside of a few scuffles. I prefer VHFs and Gunboats.
Why do you want to join the The Core?: Interested just to see what direction this faction is going to take after the whole FP11 Fiasco. Also interested in improving PVP and RP skills.
Do you already own a Core ship? If yes, what ship(s) is it?: I own a Manta for the current character registering.
What Country and/or Time Zone do you operate in?: UTC -5, EST.