Liberty Police, Inc. Applications Office

[The Jormunder]

John returned back to his small flat on Manhattan, after hauling a shipment of boron for one of his clients, and saw the LPI recruitment form lying on his desk and, after finding himself a cup of coffee, he sat down and filled it in.

[*]Name: John Jones
[*]Age: 27
[*]Height: 5"11'
[*]Weight: 175 lbs
[*]Previous Jobs: Floor-cleaner on Cambridge Research Station, escort pilot for BMM, and the most recent job of being a courier
[*]Qualifications: Well I got some basic and advanced fighter training, and I got some basic training in light arms. I was also a distuinguished student at the school/academy/thingumyjigs I went to in most subjects (the exception being geography) and I got some commendations for floor-cleaning when I was on Cambridge Research Station.
[*]Brief Biography: Well I grew up on the planet known as New London in Bretonia, when I was 19 I went over to Cambridge and got a job on the research stations there, this was because my parents had died when defending Bretonia against the Rheinland fleet after it had conquered Kusari (they were both pilots in the Bretonian Armed Forces, which is how they met). I thought I might become some top scientist of something when I got to the research station, but no, I ended up cleaning floors..... Anyways when I was 21 I decided I'd had enough and went off to work for BMM. I got fired 5 years later after a small accident where I lost a huge amount of ores, but anyways after that I went into the business of taking things here and there for people and so I ended up in liberty, now I've got a bit bored with the old life of hauling cargo and I'm in the mood for some action!
[*]Reasons for Joining: To see peace, prosperity and an abolishment to the cruel job of floor-cleaning in all Liberty.
[*]5kyp3 protocol (Skype): the.jormunder

After proof-reading the document and checking he'd not left anything out, John went to the office of the Chief of the LPI, handed in the form to the secretary and went out to his ship to meet what he hoped was his final cargo haul for a long time.