Section I: Personal Pilot Information
Name: James Moor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Height: 1,83
Weight: 79kg
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Section II: About You Why do you want to join the Primary Fleet?
It seems like this is the only way how I can protect what means everything to me.
How long have you been in the Secondary (Independent) Fleet?
I've been part of the O'Rhu-cell for one day. After my awakening the O'Rhu was easier to join, additionally I've even been asked to join. Though I have my doubts about the efficiency of this wing.
What do you think you can bring to us in the Primary Fleet
A motivated agent who likes to figuratively spoken "jump into the dirt" for the higher aims of the Order. Additionally a rusty, but skilled pilot when it comes down to meeting our enemies face to face.
Please rate your combat skills out of 10 (10 being the best)(Please note: Having a higher score does not affect your application)
7. I beat the average pilot, but am inferior against most pilots who have more than three years of experience.
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Section III: Pilot History
I, James Moor, am alive. At least I think I am. And after all the stories I've heard at the bar of Meskhenet Station it doesn't sound like a dream.
Let me tell you more about me. Normally I'd just tell you where I come from, hand you over my cv and answer the questions you still have after having read the written. But there's one problem. My past has been erased. Neither I know anything about my past, nor does anyone else who I've already met after the incident. Ah.. Here we go, excuses that I haven't told you before.
The incident has just happened in 820 A.S.*, before two weeks. Well, due to the fact that I don't really know how or why it happened, I just tell you what I remember.
I woke up, slowly lifting my head from the control element of the ship I was inside of. A loud and aggressive warning sound combined with red flashing lights must have woken me up. The bar, which was usually showing the remaining energy of the ship was very close to a critical level. A critical low level. I recognized that I was inside of a Bastet Mk I, though I was confused, massive headache made it hard for my brain to work. Looking out of the cracked cockpit window, there were only asteroids floating in a very slow way. Trying to find a sense of this all, I came to the only conclusion that was for 100% sure. I was in space. But why? Anyways, it doesn't matter. The energy level was what made me nervous. The only way out would be a space station that I could dock on. One more problem appeared. Not only several cables were torn out of there anchorage, the nav system was badly damaged. All what was left was one waypoint blinking on the display. Its title said "Emergency route". There was nothing else I could rely on, so I decided head to this waypoint. It took me quite a time to activate the engines, though finally I was able to float in the waypoint's direction. At that moment, I wasn't even sure if I ever see other humans again or if I'll die due to a missing-energy-caused-system-failure.
On the way I had quite much time to think, although it passed really fast. I felt numb, not being able to remember who I was nor how I got where I've found myself. Somehow everything felt so known.. The sign on my suit showed "Agent James Moor". I so combined that I once was a fighter pilot. What else should I've been? The only likelihood explanation of this situation was and still is that I somehow bumped my head while colliding with a too big object in space.
Anyways, after reaching the waypoint, which turned out to be a jumphole (Which I of course took), another waypoint popped up with the title Meskhenet Station.
Once having reached the yet unkown station, I asked for docking permission. The docking protocol somehow recognized my ship's ID, an automatic voice was saying: "Greetings, Mr. Moor, docking permission granted."
Well, that was how I came here first. My most important interest was; Who am I? The next terminal I could access didn't show me any results for searching my name. Just a window popped up and there was written: "Excuses, madame or sir, if you're searching for missing people that you haven't seen since the fall of Toledo, we have to inform you that parts of the database are lost."
The fall of Toledo. The loss of my identity. Somehow everything made sense to me after having paid many hours of thinking about what happened.
I concluded that I once was a fighter pilot, lost in during the battle of Toledo.
Finally, I had to make a decision about my future. What should I become?
Due to the fact that my now repaired Bastet was everything I had from my former life, I decided to send my application to the primary fleet of the Order. Maybe I can find out who was?
*The document has been edited. Must had been a system caused malfunction.
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Section IV: Other (OoRP Section) NOTE: Skype is a requirement for communication purposes
Skype name: dr.sommer_mau
Timezone: GMT +1
Please provide a summary of how active you think you will be in the Order|? Example: What hours do you come online? Do you check the forums regularly?
Due to the fact that I work different shifts, I can't promise any time at which I'm going to be online. All I can say is that I rediscovered fl and that I'm motivated to play an active char.
I don't check the forums very frequently. I'm like knowing the admin's news, but not much more. I don't like forumlancer, though I accept it as necessary. I like to rp ingame. If I'm known for something, then mostly for that.
Have you ever been sanctioned on the Discovery RP 24/7 Server? If so, please provide details.
Yes, back in 2010, in my first two months I was sanctioned for two weeks, because I reengaged on a Red Hessian that reengaged on me before. Luckily he made the screens that I didn't make..
Do you agree to be excellent, follow and the rules of the server and forums, and to respect the admin and moderation team and your fellow players?
Yes, I do respect them.
