Current nationality: --- Note: By entering the work-force of the Crayter Republic, you are allowed to apply for citizenship in the Crayter Republic after 5 years.
Personal background: --- Uh, real quick... before we get started, they said there would be donuts and coffee here. Can I... oh they... oh... okay, for after? Okay, okay.
Uh, yea. So I was born on Planet Manhattan but most of my life I grew up on Planet Pittsburgh. I come from a family of miners, am a miner myself. Tried to climb the uppity corporate ladder in Liberty, but those jagoffs ain't wanting a good worker even if it punches them in the face. Not literally, sort of. But uh, anyway... I tried serving in the Liberty Army but I might have received an early out for... get this... getting into a fight. Hah!
Work experience: --- Heavy Machinery, Large Transport, Infantry Equipment
Preferred field of work: --- All of the above. Shoot, I'll do it all. Just feed the man! Possible choices: cargo transportation / passenger transportation / relief efforts; (Multiple choices are permitted.)
Motives for applying: --- *Sniffs* Liberty sucks. Heard yous was hiring over here. Few of my pals joined up, said good things. I ain't got no loyalties to Liberty. Shoot, if the pay is good, food is good, you got yerself a meal ticket for transport. I can be called a Crayterian...Crayterer... whatever you want me to be. Might be rough 'round the edges. But figure sometimes people need a boot in the a** to keep the gears turn'n, know what I mean?
It ain't about what you are capable of, it's about what you're willing to do.
