Skills: Average fighter, average turret steering, experienced trader, charismatic, sharp tongue, and great work ethic
Reason For Joining: I wish to avenge my adoptive fathers death by the hands of the Red Hessians, understand my possible family history within the Corsairs, belong to something greater than myself with loyalty among brothers, and earn respect as a warrior.
Biography: I was an abandoned orphan baby left behind the cargo near the landing platform of New Berlin with 200 credits and a note card that said, "His name is Leo Cesar. - A. Cesar". I was discovered by the local Daumann mechanic Hans Rutger. This man raised me as if I was his own. Hans gave me the middle name Schlafen because I spent most of my time sleeping as a baby. 3 days after my 16th birthday Hans left to deliver ship hull plates to Battleship Karlsruhe in Stuttgart. Hans was ambushed by Red Hessians and was brutally tortured. The Hessian scum beamed his escape pod into their ship, tortured him, and compromised the oxygen supply of the escape pod before ejecting him back into space. When I finally witnessed his bloodied corpse I was told he suffocated to death before he bleeding out. The authorities told me this act of aggression was most likely due to his cargo shipment to the Rhienland Military. Hans was a stubborn old geezer that would never bow to another man and I know he fought bravely. I wanted justice, but the justice I sought could not be given by the law. growing up I heard stories of a fearless people called the Corsairs and that any who dared to cross them would find themselves drifting in space reflecting on their misfortune. I was initially peaked by their hatred for Red Hessian's, but after reading more information on the Corsairs I began to admire them. During my research of corsairs I repeatedly began seeing the name "Cesar" throughout history dating back to the establishment of Corsairs from the sleeper ship Hispania. This information only increased my interest of the corsairs. I needed a way to connect with the corsairs, but I had no way to contact them. Frustration after realizing this hole in my plan to find them I went to the local bar and drank one to many Rhienland Blitzkrieg shots. In my flustered inebriated state I began talking out loud to myself about looking for corsairs. A hooded figure approached me and ask me, "Why do you need to find a Corsair?". I told the hooded figure a brief summary of my reasons for hating the Red Hessians and that I was Leo Cesar. After telling him I want to know who the Cesar's were and what it takes to join the Corsairs. Shocked, the figured asked me if my name was really Cesar? He asked how old I was and if I knew a man named Alonso Cesar. I responded with drunk mumbling about a note card with the name A. Cesar on it. I do not know what I said Exactly, but the hooded figure smiled and gave me a piece of paper saying, "Find The Brotherhood", on the back was coordinates to this Recruiting Office.
