Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[Mychalitzo]

A young, thin man walked into the office a few seconds after the word "Next" came out. He was standing politely in the middle of the room until the recriuting officer interrupted the silence.
"Sit down, please."
Man sat down into a chair opposite the officer and looked at him waiting for pemission to speak. Officer nodded encouragingly and settled comfortably in his armchair. The young man started to talk.

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Name: Michael Clay
Age: 27
Place of Birth: Cambridge
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 68 kg

History:
"My story starts on the Cambridge research station, where I was employed as a scientist. I was part of a team working on development of a new generation of nanobots, which would be much more efficient than those being used today, but the details are not interesting now. Our team had made a few prototypes, and we were going to show them at scientific conference in New Tokyo. It was before the war, so there was no problem with that. I got ill two days before the planned departure and this saved my life. All other teammates left for New Tokyo, I have been receiving messages from them for a week. Then there was the newsflash about war errupting. No one ever came back. My life, my work, my second family was gone.
I was then spending time and money in pubs and so... When I finally decided to be a man and decided to do something. That is why I am here, I realised that my homeland needs me."

Combat Experience: Some missions in BAF reserves.

Special notes: "I am financially independent because I have earned a lot of money during my scientific years. Enough to buy both Templar and Challenger fully equipped wiht best of Bretonia has to offer. So I am more than willing to support BAF financially."
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Michael Clay finished his talk and looked at the officer, expecting his decision or question.

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