Occupation/Previous Occupation: Uhh…spy-adventurer-person. Also nothing. As in I, kinda. Don’t have a job right now.
Related Experience: I’ve been fighting and spying for my people, the Isi, since I was old enough to be trusted with a dagger. (They didn’t use to let me out on mission much ‘cause I’m a girl, but then I saved Luiz sen Tenatli’s sorry ass on that one mission last year and they had to let me on the rest.) And then there was the whole three days when I learned to use a shotgun on the fly and Robin and I basically saved the world by killing a giant space bird worm thing.
Special Skills: …I’m really good with that shotgun? Plus I’m a great swimmer, a decent free-climber, and pretty good at stealth, though I fuckin’ hate sneaking around in general.
Do you have a nick-name already? If yes, what is it?
Would you like a nick-name if you do not have one?
Sure, I guess? Callsigns help. If you call me Sinpada I will shoot you in the balls.
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He’s reading her application with a furrowed brow. How utterly unprofessional. She needs more discipline. At least with him. She has no idea who she’s talking to. And threats? In an application? Unacceptable.
He stands, rendering her a salute, as was customary for his work.
“Welcome to the Battalion, Defender First Class Minora. Had you not threatened me, you might’ve made Master Defender. Communicating professionally with your superiors is an important skill, and one I will teach you. Your uniform will be ready within a week. Thank you for your enlistment.”
He sits again. His eye is as cold and as sharp as a dagger ever could be.