Crayter Military Recruitment Form Wrote: Full name: Edward Bane
Date of birth: 17/3/808
Place of birth: Planet Leeds
Current nationality: Bretonian, Legal Resident of Crayter Republic
Personal background: I was born on Planet Leeds in 808. Both my parents worked as mechanics in the industrial centers of Leeds while my brother was a Lieutenant in BAF.
Life wasn't so much comfortable, they had to work very hard, shifting from day-night turns, in order to bring something home. Also I had to start working very soon 'cause they couldn't afford the scholarship's fees with their minimum wage. As I already said, life wasn't comfortable at all, but we were togheter. Not rich, not fully realized, but at least happly togheter.
Then the problems started to arise, one bigger and more devastating than the other.
During the defense of planet Harris, in the Bretonia-Kusari war, my brother was mortally wounded. He was the oldest brother, the one my family put all their hopes and sacrifices in in order to get him a better life. Their mourning soon became depression and alcoholism, especially for my mother.
Then the Gauls came. At the beginning we were even "happy": so powerful, so fond of resources and wealth...maybe our life under a new King would have been even better.
Sadly for us it wasn't so.
My parents spent all the remainings resources in order to get me out of the planet. The situation was rapidly collapsing and they didn't want to loose another son: "You need to go now, but don't worry, we will see each other again in two days! We love you, we will start another life togheter, we promise!"
Those were the last words I've heard from them. Three hours later the city where I used to live was shredded to atoms by the retreating Gauls forces. "Vaporized" was the word the captain used to inform the crew of what happend.
"Vaporized"
All my life, everything I used to know, everything I used to be condensated in a single, cold and inhuman word. And for the first time in my life, I was alone.
The ship was heading to a Freeport but it was forced to stop at Sabah Shipyards for repairs. Some shuttles were prepared to bring us to the surface of Planet Yuma while we were waiting for the reparation to be made.
Leaving the shuttle I looked up to a golden phrase, camping solemny on the wall of the Spaceport: "For those we left behind!".
I began to cry, all the tears I held in those months flown down like a river, unstoppable. I was alone, in an unknown place, surrounded by strangers and with no purpose in my life.
Then I realized. I had a purpose. Avenge. Avenge my family with all my forces, to the last tear of blood, to the last breath.
I asked for the nearest refugee office. There was no point in continue further my travel. The Crayter Republic would have become my new home and the starting point to my revenge. After receiving the "Legal Resident" status I applyied for the Yuma War Academy, hoping to be enlisted in the Primary Fleet as soon as possible.
Military/Para-military background: none
Combat skills: basic fighter combat abilities
Reasons for enlisting: Avenge my familiy, doing something useful and give a purpose to myself and my life.
//ooRP section Once you've filled out one of the above forms, inRP, please add responses to the below questions as well.
1) How long have you been on Discovery? Less than a week
2) Any characters you've had or factions you've been part of that you wish to mention? Nope
3) How often do you normally play/come online for? Also, what's your time-zone? It depends, 1 hour when busy, a whole afternoon if I'm free. I'm in GMT+1
4) What is your skype username? (If you use Discord, you can add that username as well.) No skype, discord is Marcol#6791
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