Recruitment office of the Brotherhood ([TBH])

[Death.RunningVerminator]

Name: Bolivar Moralez

Age: 37

Skills: Trade, Management, In-Space Flight

Why: To restore my familia's former glory, and to use the last of my skills in order to aid in these times of peril.

Bio: I was born and raised a holo-pen pusher. My whole famila had their own Corsair trading company, and mis padres ran the business from Crete, shipping goods to our allies. About 17 years ago they died from illness.. So, it was my job to keep the family business alive. I took over, ran the small company, and i like to say that we did expand and increase profits. Life was going nice and smooth for me and the rest of the familia until about a year ago, when I made the mistake of sending all of our vessel on one big convoy. They.. were stopped by Outcasts.. So then it was just me and me hermano, pedro, he was sick that day, which is why he couldn't go on the convoy. Me hermano y yo continued to.. 'attempt' to keep up the trade.. But any thought of that was lost when he too, was attacked by Outcasts during a convoy. 'Enough is enough!' i thought to myself when he died.. I went out to get revenge. Silly me. Though i did manage to bring down a lot of our enemies, and i must say it's quite the thrill. I don't know how i manage to do so well in combat.. But it was not enough. I fought the outcast that had destroyed my familia, my business, and my honor. But that anger just flawed my technique. I was shot down, spiraling towards primus. Luckily, i survived the crash. And even more so, some folk were nice enough to get me patched up and send me back home. Now i know the secret to winning one's honor. Peace, and tranquility.

Gracias
Bolivar Moralez

//Vince said i could reapply. Thanks man.