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[Jazz]

Kyle walked into the recruitment office In new slacks. Everyone stared at him as he passed. this was not unusuall especially after the "expirament." He walked right up to the young woman who was behind the recruiting desk and asked for an application form. Hesitantly she handed him the sheet of paper and he sat down to fill it out.

1. Name and Birth place/date:
Kyle Stark, I dont remember where or when I was born after what happend on Cambridge.

2. Job experiances and flight experiance:
Was in the Navy for some tme but realized that it was not for me, heck they never enven gave me my pay-check

3. Under cover skills(OOC: RP ability)
I can be anyone at any time, anywhere

4. Incentive:
at least a small sense of adventure,the SA just had me doing big rings around Cali all day, I want a real assignment

5. expected pay:
none, give me a ship and a wingman at my side and Im set for life

6.race/ethnicity:
I realy and truely dont know any more

He handed the shee back to the trembling girl behinde the desk and marched off with high hopes.

(OOC: for a short bio of what hapend on Cambridge see my profile by clicking on my username)

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Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is...
He's called the Busdriver!