Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Wolfs Ghost]

"Come in" Austin said, mumbling and rubbing his temple.

The door opened and Lancelot proceeded inside, standing at attention in the front of the Lieutenant Commanders desk.

"Mister Lancelot, you're application is missing your first name." Austin said, after clearing his throat and looking up. "I can't really compile this into the Armed Forces database, without a first name."

He leaned forwards in his chair pushing a piece of paper forwards, it was brand new application form.

Name: (First and Last)
Callsign:
Gender:
Age:
Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Nationality:

Fitness:
Height:
Weight:
Vision:

Brief History of yourself and your family:

Previous Medical History:

Combat experience:

Reasons for signing up for the Armed Forces:

List seven characteristics of your person that you believe makes you suited for the job. (Killing shouldn't be one of them.):

Are you transferring from the reserve fleet? If yes, why are transferring. If no, please explain where you're transferring from:

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