A tall, slim young man entered the recruitment office wearing wearing all tweed attire and a boyish grin.
*He walks up to the recruitment officer's desk*
"Can I help you?" she asked
"well I certainly hope so, or it doesn't say much for my navigation skills does it?" he replied laughing
Seeing the stern look on the recruitment officer's face he stopped, and cleared his throat
"I'm here to sign up for the Bretonian Armed Forces" he said in an earnest tone
"you'll need to fill out this form" *hands him a clipboard*
"marvellous" he exclaimed enthusiastically
Name: Peter Baskerville son of Earl Thomas Baskerville
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Eye colour: Brown
Hair: short, Black
Height: 6ft
Build: <strike>Slim</strike> Athletic
Place of Birth: New Cambridge
Background: Raised by my parents and a staff of 60. I can trace my lineage back 12 generations on my father's side and 8 on my mother's side. Was privately tutored as a boy and went on to further education at Cambridge University. I always dreamed of joining the BAF, Father said I could join as soon as I turned 21 - he's used his connections to get me some cushy ceremonial position on the Queen's Private liner, he'd be livid if he knew I was doing this but I don't want any favours done for me, I want to be on the front lines, standing shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the Tommys.
Reason for joining: Well for the adventure of course, I want to see the universe, serve Queen and country! My grandfather says they were the best days of his life, of course he's raving mad now but what else is there worth doing in this universe?! I plan to show these Kusaris what can be achieved with a stiff upper lip and some true Bretonian grit!
*Hands in form to recruitment officer*
"Bloody exciting isn't it?" he said
"I can barely contain myself" she replied without humour
"we'll be in touch" she said, without looking up from her desk, although she couldn't help being a little effected by his enthusiasm and added "good luck" as he opened the door to leave, making him beam at her again.
