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Patrick Green
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Suffering from PTSD flashbacks, insomnia, and stress
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1988-04-22 (34 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Detroit, MI
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Jason Grayton, blood brother (Dead), Lily Green, Sister (Alive)
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    95 kg
  3. Build
    Fit, Muscular.
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    Tattoos on his body, from his military service, and Jason's name on his chest.
  8. Equipment
    Military equipment from his times in the military
  9. Occupation
    Combat Medic
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role
    Combat Medic


Who Ever Said That There Isn't Hell on Earth?
Patrick "Jack" Green, born on April 22nd, 1990, was the first born of his parents. Throughout his childhood, he was fairly cared for, had a fairly average life. During that time, Patrick would end up having 3 other siblings. John, who was his first sibling, to Courtney, to James, to Lily. With each child, Patrick's parent's relationship grew more and more broken, with Patrick's mother getting into hard drugs, and his father becoming an alcoholic, ultimately leading to the abuse of Patrick and his siblings.

The End of One Hell...
After enduring the abuse of his father for 4 years, now 16 years old, Patrick was on the verge of making drastic change. Leaving, either home or this world altogether. That's when he came home from school, hearing screaming from his little sister Lily's room. When Patrick went in, he saw his father, drunk as all hell, beating Lily with a pipe. Seeing red, Patrick charged his father, tackling him to the ground. After some fighting, his father started to gain the upper hand, tossing Patrick out of the room, beginning to get up to chase him. Fearing for his life, and his sister's, Patrick ran into his parent's room. He knew his father kept a gun in his drawer. He knew what to do. As his father stepped into the room, the last thing the man saw was his first born son, pointing a loaded gun at him. Then nothing.

The Start of Another...
Lights. Sirens. EMS Crew, rushing into the house he called home for 16 years. His mother crying on the porch. His siblings looking scared as Lily was carried out. Patrick was seeing all this from the back of a police car, tears on his face, blood on his hands and clothes. Knowing he did something he never thought was ok, and not feeling remorse for it. All he kept thinking was, "They're safe... no more..."

After months of court hearings, Patrick was eventually given two years to serve in juvy. Upon entering, he discovered the hell that he was entering. Bunch of delinquents, all of them. Patrick stuck to himself mostly, not wanting to get caught up in the shit they pulled, and before he knew it, he was free... and had no fucking clue what to do.

A New Calling...
After making it out of juvy, knowing nothing about how to live as a self-dependent adult, Patrick ended up on the streets for months. He finally found his break when passing a recruitment office one particular winter day. Figuring he'd atleast get the chance to eat and sleep with shelter, and knowing of nothing else to do, he took a leap. One he'd never regret. Upon his arrival to boot camp, he felt more at peace than he had before. Something to do every day, learning things he never thought about before, finding interest in the medical field in particular. After the months spent there, he found he enjoyed the physical labor, the sense of comraderie, something he never really felt much before.

Overseas... A Whole New Hell Never Imagined...
Upon setting his feet down in the foreign lands of Iraq, he knew this wouldn't be as much of a walk in the park for him as boot camp was... seeing the faces of his fellow soldiers, seeing the haunting looks, he immediately knew this. In his 3 years spent in Iraq, he experienced a whole new hell, filled with fallen brothers, maimed friends, and failed attempts from Patrick to keep those he cared for safe. While he knew he did his best, he felt he should've done more. Should've been the one sent home in a box instead of them. He had nothing to go back to. They had everything. So why them, and not him? Why not him...?

Time passed... Yet Changed so Suddenly...
Years after the Iraq war ended, "Jack" Green was officially stationed in Oslo to assist with the quarantines. During that month, he saw things declining heavily... and on the 29th, things changed for him forever. Just barely escaping the hellish fires at the airport, Jack Green, Jason Grayton, and a few others set off, escaping the toxic fumes and stench of burning bodies. After a few months living off the land, doing their best to survive, they ended up getting found by a group of bandits. After a long, drawn out firefight, the others besides Jason and Jack had all been killed, Jason being injured, and Jack fresh out of ammunition. In order to save Jason, Jack told him to run into the woods while Jack surrendered.

The Bond of Blood... Stronger Sometimes than the Bond of Family...
After weeks spent captive by the roaming bandit group, with them attempting to convince Jack to convert to their side, Jack had been awoken to the sound of screams, bullets wizzing overhead, and chaos ensueing. After a half hour fight, none of the bandits still stood. Jason would end up finding him, shivering, on the brink of death from starvation, barely staying awake enough to say thank you...

But Death is Always Stronger in the End...
After Jack had stabilized enough to sustain himself, Jason left for Nyhiem, determined to find them someplace to go. After 2 weeks, Jason ended up telling Jack about this place called Rodal, commonly referred to as "The Ranch". Jason told Jack that they were facing difficulties, but that he felt they could make something for themselves there. However, when Jack finally arrived after 3 days, he found Jason dead... and a community on the verge of breaking under a large threat. 

Present day...
The ranch, eventually having fallen, Jack had spent months coming to terms with those who he lost, both those in that ranch he considered family, as well as the news he received from back in the states from a old combat buddy... He found himself with only one sibling still alive out there. Lily still lived, but she was stuck back in the states. All in all, he felt lost, but knew he had to keep going, to keep the dead's memory alive, and to make it up to his sister. 

Guarded: After all those I lost to shitty people and betrayal... I refuse to be an easy target again.
Protective: Those who do get close, I will keep them safe, or I will die. I will not let my past repeat.
Intolerant: No more will I deal with dickheads and dumbasses in a nice way. Smarten the fuck up, or I will end you myself.

-Keep my people alive. No more pushover bullshit
-Find my sister... I have to make it up to her
-Make a fucking difference for once


Elliot Baker(Dead)
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Elliot... Ellie... My little brother... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I failed. Failed to keep you safe. I failed. You deserved the world, and yet now you are buried beneath it. 
I hope, wherever you are, that you are finally able to rest. I hope Zeke is there with you. And I hope to see you when I finally leave this place.
Why did it have to be you? Why not me? Why am I always the one to have to keep fighting. Why do I have to live?

Nichole Fleming(Dead)
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I'm sorry, Nikki. I tried. I really did. I wanted to keep you safe, but you got yourself to this state. I wish you good rest, my friend. My sis. See you again sometime, I hope.

Dimitorou Kalenski(Dead)
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I tried brother, really tried. But in the end, they didn't wanna hear me. Wish things could be different, but atleast now you can rest. Take care, brother.

Cheryl Rakoto (Dead)
❤️ 💀 💀
Miss Cheryl, I appreciate you sharing with me about your past with NHR. I appreciate you, also, for starting once more. I know how fucking hard it is. I want to support you through this. Together, we can make a fucking difference for once. Lets leave our mark on this world, yeah?

Why is nothing being done? Why are we all getting shot? Where the fuck is the organization? I know you say that this chaotic world keeps organization away, however, a good leader at least has a hold of their group. Fix this, please.

I state the need for a fix, and you go and sacrifice Milo? After everything He has done? Thought you would be a decent leader, but clearly you know not how to stand up for what is needed. Fucking christ...

You're... You're dead? No... this... this isn't what I wanted... I shouldn't have left... fuck...

Natalya Reznikova
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I try. Try not to blame you for Elliot. But you ignored his pleas over the radio while I heard him begging for his life, crying. Since then, you've been changing a lot.
Hope things get better for you. You owe it to Elliot to bring something good to this world.

Past is the past, as you've said before. Can't hold it against you. All in all, I respect the shit out of you. You always speak the truth, so the fact that you said you'd think I would do well leading? Means a lot. Let me know if you need anything, I will do my best. 

Sasha Vinogradov
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Z, brother. I hope to keep you around a while. You bring a certain light around, I can't really place it. I know you've suffered a lot, and I hope to keep that to a minimum from this point forward. I know you likely don't feel as close to me, but I do wish to keep you safe. Please, stay safe.

Milo Fletcher
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Milo, brother. I thank you for your words, your efforts. Your dedication to all this shit. I know you've seen shit, just as I have. I know you don't talk about it much, but I do wish to be someone you can lean on, whether to talk or just to keep yourself moving. Don't overextend yourself, remember: you can't help others if you can't help yourself.

Wish we had more time to talk brother. Feel like we don't know much about each other. But still, I will fight and die with or along side you. Stay strong.

Please... stop talking like this. Just stay here... I fucking need you more than you believe. Weird to say, but its true. Don't fucking leave, there is always something to fight for. Take it from me, you were the reason I began fighting again... 

Brother, I am here. We will keep fighting, side by side. For those we care about, right down to the bitter end. Please, just stay by my side till then. We can do something here...

Molchalin Lenkov
❤️ ❤️ 💔
Please, stop relying on me... I can't. I have too much on my plate. I can't handle this. I can't talk about it either. I will just end up hurting you. Enjoy your "Rag Wife" or whatever. Let me be...

Joe Toniboni
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You drive me crazy most of the time, but I couldn't ever get rid of ya. Care about ya, you old geezer. Keep it classy.

Jacob Davis
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Buddy, wish we could talk more, I care about you. You're goofy. I like that. Wish to learn more, friend.

Adam Clive
@That Hotdog
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Brother, so glad you are safe. I've missed you. Thank you so much for all your assistance, you ever need anything, you let me know. You're the only one from back then who I know still fucking cares. Please, stay safe. You're important to me. We will fight side by side, I hope. Like old times.

You patched me up, once again. Made sure I was doing well, recovering, taking care of myself. Because you care. I'm sorry that I am difficult, I'll do better.

Penelope Copperspoon
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Penny, you are just... you're a ray of fucking sunshine. I'm so happy that you got the promotion. You definitely deserve it. I can tell you had a really decent upbringing, I can tell. You have a heart of gold. I hope to keep you safe, keep that heart pure. Please... please stay safe. You're needed.

And now you're leading... and here I am, a fucking coward, too afraid to lose more people with NHR. Why can't I just... I just want to keep you safe. But I don't know how anymore. I really don't. I'm sorry for being such a hypocrite. I wanted to give you hope, yet I have lost all of mine...

Anatoly Malik
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My friend, my brother in arms... I'm sorry I have been so distant. My mind has been everywhere... and now with Cheryl... fuck. I can't even find it within myself to try to join back with NHR for you and Penelope's sake. I know I am a coward, and that I am failing you. But I don't know what else to do... I'm sorry...


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