Name: Nix
Gender: Male
You write down your name at the top, then... the next entry is a little bit hard to understand, including a few terms probably meant to apply to extradimentional beings. Apparently a part of this concept could be interpreted as gender, so you put yourself down as "male".
The remainder of the document asks how long you've been alive, what your species is, and what if any innate abilities you have.
Name: Zultan
Gender: Male
You... Okay, what's going on here? This whole form thing seems
unnecessarily complicated.
The attendant responds to your complaints, confirming that yes, the form is mandatory, darn it.
Zultan. Male.
The next part seems mainly concerned with your abilities.
Name: Greg
Gender: Greg Male
You jot down a Greg on the sheet, then follow up with a couple extra just to make sure. And then cross one out and write down your gender.
For species you put down Greg, and also for a couple of the innate ability columns.
Name: Sally
Gender: Female
Combat Style: GUN
Getting out your special revolver with an ink pen bayonet, you
ENTER PERSONAL INFORMATION HEREIt didn't really ask about your combat style, put you wrote it down anyways. Because GUN
Name: Piecewise
Gender: Skeleton
Powers: Architectomancy
You fill out your form completely and hand it in immediately at the convenient front desk, unlike all the stupid fleshbags standing around like rotting meat. The secretarial golem tells you to follow it into the arena for qualification.
Name: Greg
Gender: Male
Species: Greg
Abilities: Greg
Name: Sally
Gender: Female
Skills: GUN
Inventory: GUN
Neutral Special: GUN
NAME: PIECEWISE
FLESHBAG SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS: NONE OF THAT SHIT
SPECIES: SKELETON
MRS. BONES RATTLES AT ER
ABILITIES: ARCHITECTOMANCY