Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

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Full Name (in game): Ronaldo Pizarro

Age (in game): 21

Your skills:
I am trained in the art of the minirazor, providing quick and easy kills and not prolonging a battle. Any enemy get in the middle of me and my goal are sure to taste the sour taste of death.

Reason why you chose us:
Flying alone as a corsair can get very lonely and can be very dangerous, especially when flying into enemy territoriality where one can get outnumbered easily. If I join I will fly among my brothers and protect whats ours, including our pride.

Your biography:
My father was a gun specialist back on Crete and I used to fly with him into space and train with him on my little Gladiator. During our flights he used to encourage me to never give an enemy a chance to use his bots efficiently; a quick death saves time and ones health. Out in space we used to do drills and combat exercises where i would only use my minirazor to target him.
I became quite got quite good at it, but then a tragic event happened that changed my life forever. As we were training one day on the horizon appeared our greatest enemy, an Outcast. My father told me my time had come to prove that my training had payed off and before I could object and say I wasn't ready we where in the heat of battle. Mines exploded all around and my cockpit was trembling from the explosions and gun fire around me. Several times I had a clear shot at the outcast and took his shield don instantly, allowing my father to take a few swings at him on his Titan. He even saved my life several times when guns where pounding down my hull by distracting the outcasts attention to him. In the verge of the battle, my father decided to do a full on joust against the outcast when I again put his shield down. As he charged in I also aimed my gun from the side, to flank the Outcast and end him quickly.

I shot, dead on target.

Unfortunately by the time my minirazor blaze hit the Outcast and vaporized him from existence he had also shot his last laser shot at my father's damaged hull, taking him by surprise.
The last thing i heard my father saying was violent screaming from the intercom, and then....
They both at the same time blew up.

My father put his life down in order to teach me the ways of how to fight. He showed me true Corsair collaboration and teamwork while protecting me. He showed me how important a good sniper can be in a battle and introduced me to the ugly damn truth of the Outcasts.

In honor of my father, I gathered in any salvageable remains of his Titan and by hand rebuilt his ship, mounting my minirazor on top and writing on it:
"Protector of the Corsair Nation"
To this day I fly it in memory of my father.

I vow to protect my brethren in the heat of battle, for that is what my father did for me to save my life.

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