After departing the public transport and running to shelter from New London's usual downpour, a young man enters through the front door of The Hub and comes to the Recruitment Office. A young female clerk is at the nearest desk and looks up to see a tall, mildly handsome man with short brown hair and glasses standing before her. He takes a recruitment form, thanking the clerk and retreats to the waiting area to fill out the appropriate sections:
Name: Thomas Page
Background:
I have lived on Cambridge my entire life. I had a peaceful childhood as the only child of a lecturer in Physics and a nurse.
When I was younger, Magnus Page, my grandfather - a senior warden on the Newgate deep-max penitentiary at the time; now retired - often told me of his 'adventures' while on patrol: protecting traders and citizens, daring fights against the Corsairs, Mollies and once an encounter with a group of Buccaneer throwbacks. This distilled in me a clear sense of right and wrong, a great deal of respect for my grandfather and the BPA, and a dream of joining them. He also gave me flying lessons since I turned 14 and claims to see my potential if I were to be in a real dogfight.
I studied Mathematics for 4 years on Cambridge, earning my degree, and planned to work for Interspace Commerce, which both my parents - and I - viewed as a less dangerous and preferable choice of career. However, with the threat of Gallia at Bretonia's doorstep, I have decided to serve my Queen and homeland in her time of need, keeping Bretonia safe behind the front lines.
Ambitions within BPA: I hope to:
- Uphold the laws of Bretonia
- Protect her citizens from internal and external threats
- Make my family proud
- Improve my skills
Choice of Pet:
I would most like to own a Space Hamster, so long as I didn't need to fetch it out of Engineering too often.
