[*USI*] Recruitment Board

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Name: Charles "Chuck" Strap

Age: 43

Sex: Male

Qualifications: 24 years of space truckin, an intricate knowledge of cargo partitioning, and outstanding negotiation skills.

Work History: I've been freelance haulin for quite some time now, maybe 20 odd years or so. Fixed up daddy's old rust-bucket and took her for a spin - I've been in love ever since. She takes a mighty while to turn, and breaks down like no-ones business. I'll tell you what, I could sure do with a new ship, or some 'o your fancy space mechanics to do her up real nice.

Summary of Biography:

Growin up on Denver might just be the only interesting thing bout me. It was a simple kinda life, my daddy used to haul luxury foods like steak and vegetables he bought off the local farms, we grew our own tobacco too. We lived a wee way outta Crichton Springs, the Tourists and City Slickers didn't make it far from the capital. When they did, I would run up on the front porch and watch their Passenger Liners blow past like steam trains in the sky.

One time, me and my daddy was out in the tobacco field when this Barge drifted over the horizon, swallowin up the sun like a big blimp. We saw this orange smog blowin out of its side, laying a dense cloud over most of the farmland nearby. Now, we didn't know this at the time, but in the barge was Hank; the farmer that owned pretty much all of the surrounding land. He'd rented a Cryer barge from one of the local manufacturing plants ya see, and was spaying this herbicide to rid blight from his crops. My daddy was an easy going kinda fella, but this really got him really riled up. We jumped in his old Retrofit and flew up. We were flyin blind through the smog for about 15 minutes, and our ships ventilation wasn't the best mind you, so we was chokin on the stuff the entire time. My daddy seemed impervious to it, but I passed out just after we arrived at the barge; they evacuated me to Crichton so one of them neurology specialists could have a poke at my brain. Apparently the gas had messed up by nerves so bad that my leg, my left leg, was completely numb from the knee down. Hank ended up payin for my prosthetic, and I got a brand spanking new leg outta whole shabang! You might see the scars on my face... Another result of the herbicide. I been livin with these chemical burns for a while, but I could think of worse inflictions. The smog messed up my daddy too, he gets these migraines and seizures that put him out for days at a time.

My daddy sold the tobacco field and moved in closer to Chrichton near his siblings, and gave me the old transport. This was when I was about 18, I had just become a certified Transport Operator, so I ran that thing into the dirt! I've been haulin and patching her up ever since.


Why do you want to join USI?: My old girl has gotten a bit worse for ware, and with the GRN runnin around like no ones business I'm a bit vulnerable. I mainly hauled H-fuel and Combat Supplies to the Battleships around Liberty and Bretonia, ya know, helpin the war effort. I'm a true red blooded Libertonian with a knack for hauling and a will of iron. I'd love to do my part for liberty and its allies, and from what I've read so would you.

Have you ever been charged with an offense under the laws of liberty?: I can proudly say that I have not.

Which Department(s) do you wish to join (Check all that Apply)?: [ x]Department of Trade [ ]Department of Security

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