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BRETCOM ID: F-825-GREY
Date of Birth: May 5th, 749 A.S.
Place of Birth: Royal City Of London, Planet New London, New London System
PERSONAL HISTORY:
Edward Neville started his military career at the time when the Bretonian Golden age was a close memory. The Mollies had already secured parts of Dublin, the Gaians had been plaguing the Kingdom for more than half a century, the Outcasts, and especially the Corsairs, were on the rise. He came from the suburbs of the Royal City Of London, not the wealthy ones, and although he considered himself a Bretonian patriot, especially during international sports competitions, his primary reason for enrolling was the wage and the chance to escape from the miserable life on the ground.
Young women like soldiers, and Edward married not long after the start of his career. He had two children, but as he rose through the ranks, his service became more and more permanent and he was sent on further and longer journeys, instead of only patrolling the capital. His relations with his wife deteriorated, while she started feeling lonely. This culminated when Edward returned from a long mission, though shorter than anticipated, to find another man in his wife's bed. They divorced and the children went with their mother. Edward's own mother died not long after, from a failed liver transplant. She had a habit to take a "sip" when bored. Edward's father, a senile old man, nine years older than his wife, tended to somewhat neglect her or at least rarely noticed her wish for care and attention, though he had always criticized her for drinking. Now when she was dead he withdrew into himself and refused to speak a word for a whole year. He first spoke again to an abbot of the Church of Abo, and then became a monk. Edward found comfort in military service, which distanced him from family drama. It was what made up his life now, and he dedicated to it fully. He rose to the rank of captain, and served as commander in chief aboard the HMS Neptune, a battleship. It came to him as not much more than Thursday news when he was informed that his father, too, had passed away, not long before the Nomad War. He came to the funeral, but, at least superficially, maintained a formal stature and left as soon as socially acceptable.
During the war his ship was positioned in Omega-3, having the experienced captain and crew in mind, and saw significant action. One time, though, a Rheinland battleship, surrounded by Bretonian forces, offered a surrender and required the HMS Neptune to approach and board it. Despite the warnings by his bridge staff, and wishful of glory, he complied. This turned out to be a ruse, intended to reduce the distance between the two ships and thus maximize her armour and firepower advantage, and nullify the Neptune's edge at evasion. However, all of the Rheinland escorts had already been destroyed, and the Neptune was able to cruise away, ending up on top, though heavily damaged. As results were the only thing that mattered, this did bring Edward some glory, superficially at least, though inside his mind it was a different situation. He developed a taste for ungentlemanly strategies and, of course, a mistrust for Rheinlanders.
He continued serving after the war and, but was honourably retired in 810. Before that, merely for the purpose of formality, he had graduated from the military academy, as he had no formal military education before his service, and was now employed as professor. When the war with Kusari broke out in 814, he felt an urge to reenlist, but decided that he served Bretonia better by educating the young cadets, though he continued to harbour the hidden wish to serve the real navy again. However, in late 816 he heard in the news that the HMS Neptune was destroyed in battle. The belief in the incompetence of the current BAF consumed him, backed by the news of the constantly retreating Bretonian forces, and he tried to reenlist and take command of the Neptune's successor ship. Though the Neptune was seriously ravaged, much of her internal structure could be salvaged, and it was used to spare the time and recources for constructing a new battleship, the HMS Thunderer. However, due to the schemes played by a certain George Richard Hall, Edward's age was used as the argument to deny his application. Desperate, gin became his best friend, helping him to shorten the long days. Eventually it also cost him his job. The pension that he was receiving, one of a former university professor and a former Armed Forces captain, was significant, but he tended to spend all of it on alcohol and gambling. His house became troubled by disrepair and it was very obvious that he had stopped hiring any cleaning women. Instead, some other women, decades younger than him and good looking, were occasionally seen visiting his house. His habits eventually cost him the house in 824 and he had to spend most of his pension to pay off the enormous debts. By 825, it was common to see him begging for money in front of a local bakery, but he was made to leave a few weeks ago by the angry employees, whose customers his presence was repelling.
What was a disaster for Bretonia was ironically salvation for him, even if temporary. The mentioned George Richard Hall died in the Battle of Southampton in November 825, as captain of the destroyed HMS York. He was still, formally, the captain of the HMS Thunderer, though the ship had been entrusted to the first officer, Arthur McKenna, while Hall was aboard the York. The Thunderer also saw action at Southampton, but McKenna felt profoundly ashamed by retreating and leaving his captain to die, so much that he committed suicide after the battle, thus rendering the Thunderer without a captain. The Armed Forces already lacked personnel, especially volunteers, and they had to resort to draft in order to find a new one. Someone high up who also knew history, the Thunderer's and Hall's, remembered Edward. One day, instead of a few pennies, he received an invitation to service. That was, he claims, already 76 years old, the best day in his life.
It will, however, take some time and effort bringing him back into functional shape.
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