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Applicant Name:
Julien Louise Cœurnoir
Applicant Gender:
Homme
Applicant Age:
23.
18/05/717 A.G.S
Health
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Applicant Height: 1.75M
Applicant Health (underline the correct): Passed/ Special / Failure
Notes: Suffers from Albinism, appears to be benign. No drastic effect on eyesight; will probably need to wear sunglasses and have a tinted helmet visor.
Applicant Fitness (underline the correct):Passed / Requires Training / Failure
Notes: Passed at the bare minimum for their age group. Recommend continued exercise to avoid falling behind standards.
Applicant Description
Biography:
I was born into House Cœurnoir, a small aristocratic family that has been heavily involved in the administration of Vendome Residence since 589 A.G.S.
I'm the third born son of my father's line, though I do not share the same mother as my brothers I wasn't disinherited from the line of succession, a fact that has raised the ire of my brothers.
I've spent my entire life inside Vendome, never having once visited another planet or station. It was quite an isolated life, visitors from other court members was rare, courtesans also had little interest of visiting as the station held little prestige. My time was mainly spent in study, Vendome has a surprisingly large library, on top of the Museum that was opened up there. My education was done by a private tutor, I believe it to be above the Gallian standard with a much higher emphasis was placed on History, Politics, and Economics. Upon my father's death, my oldest brother inherited the estate and fully assumed the responsibilities of administrating Vendome.
After this he decided to tasked me with enlisting into the newly reformed MRG. A decision I had very little choice but to obey.
Motivations:
I wish to bring honor to my name; to acquire power and eventually return to Vendome and shame my Brother.
Beyond that however, this is a chance to finally experience Gallia, and even Sirius.
Questionnaire
On a scale to ten, how would you rate your piloting ability?: 4
What are your skills?: Logistic Management, Administration, A large knowledge of history, from B.C. to A.D.
Describe the Kingdom's primary enemies:
The Traitors at home.
The Council- Brutes screaming about their just revolution as they place another head on the guillotiné.
The Maquis- Their crimes are so monstrous that they were expulsed from even their fellow Brutes. But in the end, they're just another tool at The Council's whim to avoid dirtying their hands.
The Brigands- What is needed to be said? These scum take pride in what they are. Space should be filled with their wrecks.
The Traitors of the Alliance.
The Kingdom of Bretonia- A tyrant who'd sacrifice her entire nation out of her own pride sits on the throne of Bretonia. She embodies all the flaws the worst monarchs of her Alliance nation did.
The Republic of Liberty- An Oligarchy ran by a tyrannical merchant class, practically creating slaves from their prisoners. Hilarious how "The Leaders of the Free World" now are as monstrous as the Coalition we used to fight.
The Imperial Kusari Navy- Remnants of the toppled Emperor's fleet. They're as aggressive, suicidal and uncivilized as their ancestors. Let's give them the death in combat they seek.
The Maltese- They've decided to ally with the Bretonians so they could spread their drug more freely to bolster their numbers and profit. Opportunists from the traitor ship Hispania. Their fleets should be wiped out, and their people quarantined.
A Surprise Return
The Crayter Republic- The Crayterians were apart of the original sleeper ship trials to leave Sol before the outbreak of the war between Alliance and Coalition. It appears they didn't fair better in where ever they decided to settle and had chosen to make their way to Sirius. When we made our way through the Taus it seems they went running to the Crown for safety in a panic. A shame; had they opened a dialogue with us instead they would've been a valuable ally. Now they're nothing more than puppets that dance to the Queen's tune.
While on patrol, you encounter a small wing of Council fighters. They spot you, and begin threatening your life unless you disable your craft and surrender to their cause. You are outgunned and the nearest friendly patrol that would bring the tide to your favour is ten minutes away from you. What will you do?:
Stall the Council fighters by attempting a dialogue before engaging. Even if the attempt goes wrong it should at the very minimum buy me a minute before they open fire. If you focus on dodging you can survive for quite a while. Assuming the distance of the fighters is 10 minutes at the current spot I'm in, then dodging enemy fire towards them will reduce the time it takes for them to come to my aid. I would engage the enemy only to break up flight patterns that offer them optimal positions to fire on my spacecraft. Charging head on into them expecting victory would be foolish, they'd most likely destroy my ship and then flee before the friendly patrol can even engage them.
During one of your flights, you encounter an escape pod or a malfunctioning ship. The person inside is speaking in Sirian tongue and is asking for immediate help. If you wait any longer, the pilot will perish horribly. What will you do?:
Tractor the pod in, or assist them in leaving the Wreck. There's no logical reason to simply leave this person to die, and doing so would be pointlessly cruel. If they're an enemy combatant then they'll be interrogated and kept as a prisoner of war.
If they're one of the cooperating Sirians, such as the Miners Guild out in the Taus, then their return will bring favor for the Crown.
What is your S.K.Y.P.E. ID?:
Tureis
Will you always remain rational and calm, follow orders, even if the situation could not be worse?:
Of course, to do any less would bring shame to my house.
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