/_\- The Alcatraz Inn "Recruitment Thread"

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Name: Jack... or Jim; or Johh, or Jared or... Jean. Whatever.
Birthplace: Planet Houston
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Height: 1.72m
Weight: 'Bout 70 kilos if you don't count all the scrap in my pockets.
Hair Color: Black-ish
Eye Color: Uhhh... beautiful
Parents: Mother died back on Houston; my father... never met him.
Family: None
Martial Status: Not in a relationship.
History: Uhhh... where to begin?

Born on Houston, went to school like the normal kids. Spent my spare time at the family shop. Mostly hardware and stuff. Then my mother got killed by some gang. Then our shop was seized by the police for 'illegal activity'. Then I lived on the streets for a while. Working here and there, sleeping here and there. Got my hands on an old, barely flying Falcon, the CTE-3000 series. Thought if I could escape the ****storm on Houston life'd get better.

Space was worse, though; going from station to station looking for work. Best job I got was looking for good scrap for the Junkers. I got my hands on a quality haul, but I almost bit the dust when some space jerks wanted my shiny junk. I was left for dead, with my ship in pieces, when one of them Junkers towed me to their outpost. They said I was good with junk, so in exchange for saving me and repairing my ship they gave me a job as a 'weapons artist'. Basically putting junk together to create more junk. After about a year of living in the same two rooms I've had enough and said my goodbies. They brought my ship back for me from one of their junkyards, and surprisingly it was still running after rusting for so long.

Tried setting up my own shop, you know, for... 'art', but it didn't work out. So I went back to my acquaintances, and I ended up hauling the junk I used to create for them. They even gave me a new ship, one of the CSV's. It was a **** job, in a **** ship, but I ended up meeting some interesting people. After about four years of weapons smuggling, I wanted to settle down. One more time waiting 11 hours in a junk cloud to avoid a police patrol and I may as well had gone insane. By that point I had enough creds and enough connections to set up somewhere nice.

Set up a nice workshop on continental Manhattan. Mostly hardware, as ever, at least in the front. With no appropriate company wanting to accept any of my supply deal requests, had to get stuff from the usual places. I used to run supply runs for myself with my new series E78-12 "Spatial". Turns out running an unlicensed tech shop as a front for an illegal arms dealership on Manhattan isn't the brightest idea. Worked well, while it lasted, but after a while I had to abandon it when someone tipped the police. Managed to escape in my spatial before being connected to the shop by messing up my transponder signal. The police again, seizing my shop.

By this point you'd think I'd gotten used to it. I started hanging out in what I believe you'd call familiar places. Met a few fellas in the Rogues that had similar stories. I suppose running with criminals makes you a criminal. I'd never taken a life before, but when I almost got arrested once after being stopped by a sudden inspection, I lost it. I was apparently a criminal. So I acted like one. By some miracle I survived my first space fight without dying, but my ship wasn't so lucky. Had to sell it for scrap, basically. One of my new pals hooked me up with a new series Z-5... the Werewolf... in any case, I was penniless again. Been living on the edge ever since. And now, I'm looking forward to working with you. Nothing like some hard liquor to drown your sorrows, I discovered.

That's about it.
Chosen Vessel: Z-5900 model - "Werewolf"
Previous Occupation: Private store owner, homeless person, freelancer, weapons manufacturer, gunrunner, distributor of fraudulent goods, 'pirate'. Deeply proud of this transition.........
Why you wish to join us: Life's an old hag. Best share it with individuals who want the same things. I'm tired of sleeping in space with one eye open.
What can you bring to the table: Quality humor, including but not limited to: dry sarcasm, self-deprecation, and my own personal favorite, dead baby jokes. I'm also good with tech. Something's broken? I can fix it. Probably. It was garbage eiter way, right?

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Skype Username: aissless@gmail.com /Ik, weird ID, but it came with my microsoft account which is made on this mail.
Have you ever been sanctioned before: No.
What do you think your roleplay skill level is: Low/Mid/High I suppose medium to high. I'm fairly new to RP but I know english well enough to pull through. We've met in game so you know.
What do you think your pvp skill level is Low/Med/High: For a beginner, I'd say I'm doing quite well, however I don't have too much pvp experience, so overall I'd have to say Medium.
Have you read and understood the server rules: "Server Rules" I have.