1. In-game name : George.
2. Real life age: 16
3. When did you join Argonath? 25/05/2015
4. Do you have a license/passport? Yes, I do.
5. List your previous groups: Hudson, 5t
6.Why do you want to join Forlenza?:New experience and friends.
7. What talents you have which distinguishes you from others? I don't know tbh
8. What would you do when a member of the family is in danger and will you wait for superiors or help him? I will go for help directly. I won't hessitate.
9. What would you do if we rejected you? [50 words+]I will stay again loyal with you, till I prove myself.
10. What will your in-game name be with the _ForlenzaT tag?(If you get accepted)Gavriil_ForlenzaT
11. Write your character's background story (150 Words+):Born on May 18th, 1978 in to a rich family, George "Gavriil" Bandera had an easy upbringing in his home town of 'Santos. He was the only child, his parents deciding that one was more than enough. He was reminded regularly how lucky he was to be born into such a family, and how unfortunate it was for other children his age to not have the same good fortune. Of course, being young and naive, George never quite understood just how true this was. He had everything given to him on a silver platter. Christmases were full of gifts, birthdays were even better. The only thing he lacked was friends around him. Being the only child, he learned to find solace in his own company, and this is what his childhood consisted of until his mid-teens.
It was at the age of fourteen that George started questioning why exactly his family was so well-off. His parents never discussed their jobs with him, and it was almost an unwritten rule that he never ask, though at this age, the unknown got too much. He was curious, as any teenage boy is about his surroundings. One night, as his parents went out for a dinner date, he took it upon himself to find out more. He searched the house, including their bedroom. He found nothing, until he turned his attention to the large bookshelf. He'd seen it before of course, but never quite realised just how tall and grand it was. Examining the bookshelf more closely, he noticed there was a gap behind it, leading in to another room. This was when his mother shouted from outside the door. She'd forgotten her scarf and as she walked in to the room, noticed Clive examining the bookshelf. Her face turned to shock, then to anger and finally rested on calm. It was surprising to the young George, he expected a scalding, but instead his mother approached him, shouting down to his father. As his father joined them both in the bedroom, they gave each other a look, deciding on the next course of action without a single word needed.
His father approached the bookshelf, pulling down a lever in the form of a book and tugged open the bookshelf-door to reveal a small room behind it. Everything was plated in steel, though all he could see around him was metal cabinets and worktops. A little strange perhaps, but nothing that he could pinpoint. That was until his mother began opening up the cabinets to his left, and his father opening the lockers to his right. Inside were photo cut-outs, newspaper clippings and more shocking than anything else, an armoury. He had no idea what any of it was called, but he saw pistols, sub-machine guns, assault rifles and sniper rifles. His parents began to talk, explaining to him what exactly their jobs were. He wanted to run away. His family were freaks, they'd lied to him. Or had they? They didn't lie, they shielded the truth. And were they freaks? They had jobs, just like any other family. Except theirs' were slightly different. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for George to calm down. After this, he was ready to talk a little more seriously about his future.
That's were it began...
12. You have to follow orders and give your ideas only when asked. Do you agree?Yes, I do agree.
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