Bretonian Armed Forces Recruitment Centre (iRP)

[loganbrigg]

It had been a slow day in the recruitment office; the receptionist had seen only one or two people pass through the doors to the office, the janitor, and a suspicious little man who had been woefully unsuited to the military.

This was about to change.

With a violent thump, a man burst through the double doors of the office, moustache quivering. He was approximately thirty-five years old, but had all the bounce and enthusiasm of an 18 year old fresh recruit.
Swaggering confidently up to the desk, he smirked at the receptionist and winked before beginning to speak, quite loudly, in what can only be described as a stereotypical upper-class Bretonian accent:

"What ho my fine fellow?"

As the receptionist opened his mouth to speak he was abruptly cut off:

"Excellent! Now, I'm here to sign up for the good old Bretonian Armed Forces! Hand me that silly old application form and I'll fill it out in a jiffy, chap!"

Nursing a small headache, and not eager to continue 'talking' to the loud man, the receptionist hurriedly handed over all the necessary paperwork and pointed him to a table.

The man winked again, followed by a charming smirk before he stomped off down the hall to his table.

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Logan was pleased with how the receptionist had been. Quick, professional, quiet.
Smirking again, this time to himself, he sat about filling out the basic application form:

Name: Logan Amadeus Briggstock
Age: 36
Height: 6"2
Occupation: Freelance Trader
House of Origin(HoI): Bretonia (Planet New London)
Previous flight experience: Hundreds of hours flying various freighter craft, hundreds more in flight simulators for fighters and bombers
Your Background: Born on Planet New London, in a fairly well off area to a family of four. I was the oldest, and my three siblings are: Jessica (29) Martin (25) and Jonathon (23) I had a good enough childhood, we lived in a good area you see, and I eventually went to university on Cambridge, but I wasn't terribly good at all that, I yearned more for space. So, when I had the money, I bought my first freighter. (A battered old CSV if you can believe that!) I traded, then traded some more, until I could buy a proper Bretonian model, a lovely little Clydesdale. I've been trading back and forth since then, but when I heard about the Kusarian invasion I decided to come home and do my bit.

Having scribbled down his basic information, and part of his background, Logan thought for a moment about what else to add to his background, before deciding that would be enough and any more information required he could tell them about in his proper interview or whatever the process happened to be.

Giving a final nod to himself, he brought back the papers, shouted a final "Cheerio!" To the receptionist, and slunk back out into the New London rain.

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Ensign Logan Amadeus Briggstock - Quintessential Bretonian.