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Marcus Jackson
Character information
  1. Alias
    Mad Jack
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
    Good Standing
  4. Date of birth
    1994-11-11 (24 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Surrey, England
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Religion


  1. Height
    165 cm
  2. Weight
    99 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Black, Short
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
    Scar over left eye from fragmentation grenade.
  8. Equipment
    Old Plate Carrier, UN Beret, Tattered UN Uniform
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Marcus was born in England and was raised in a military family. His father was a Infantry Captain in the British army along with his mother an Army nurse. Being raised in a Military environment made things very simple and structured for Marcus. He would go to school every morning and participate in several on base programs for the youth. Years passed and Marcus went to study abroad in America. He majored in Education and History hoping to grasp a further understanding of the past specifically in military history before he himself started his military career. However Marcus found the lack of discipline and blatant disrespect towards authority in America unbearable so he withdrew from classes and moved back to England where he enlisted in the British Army.

Marcus's career in the army was very pleasant. He completed everything assigned to him without question and zealous proficiency. This and his family's military history gave Marcus the opportunity to ask for almost any assignment he wanted. Marcus naturally wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps and asked to be sent into combat. Marcus now reaching 20 years of age was granted his request and sent to Afghanistan where he participated in Operation Granby with the 4th Infantry Brigade "Black Rats" 1st Battalion, The Royal Scot. During the middle of his tour Marcus and his squad were ambushed in a narrow street from all sides resulting in 3 KIA's and the majority of the remaining squad members wounded along with Marcus himself. During the ambush the enemy managed to throw a grenade right in the middle of Marcus's squad. Marcus being a very well disciplined foot soldier acted without thought and attempted to lob the grenade back at the enemy. Marcus was able to lob it away several meters away out of relative safety from most of his squad however he wasn't quick enough and the grenade exploded several meters in front him grenade blast resulting in shrapnel hitting his face and front. Marcus along with his wounded squad mates were transferred to Germany where Marcus made a full recovery however the incident left a rather noticeable scar over his left eye along with a new nickname "Mad Jack".

Three Years Later....
After years of military service Marcus was promoted to Corporal and given a new assignment. Marcus and several other units and personnel that were not in direct active duty were reorganized and attached to a UN peacekeeping force. Marcus being a person of strict discipline hadn't really kept up with current events as he spent most of his free time training. He was later informed about riots and growing civil unrest within the borders of a small country between Russia and Takistan. It was at that moment Marcus knew where he would be heading.

Marcus arrived with the bulk of UN and NATO personnel and was stationed in Charnogorsk. On his first day in country Marcus and his squad were ordered to conduct a recce and establish a possible safe house for future operations in the cities police station. Marcus and his squad established their positions and waited for further orders. Night fell and the 12 man squad was on edge. they hadn't seen anyone but could here gunfire in the distance. They reported their status and gave a sitrep to their commanding officer. They were ordered to investigate....Marcus was ordered to hold the police station with 4 other members of his squad as his sergeant took the majority of the unit out on reconnaissance. Maybe 10 to 15 minutes passed of dead silence....unnerving silence only to be broken by rapid fully automatic fire and screams over the radio. Nothing could be heard that was coherent or distinguishable in any way other then the gunfire, screams and pleas for help. Marcus moved to the roof of the police station and he could see several streets down the muzzle flashes and flashiness that were creating silhouette against the buildings almost like a puppet show. Marcus was filled with terror as the he saw the silhouette of what looked like a sea of frantic running bodies. Marcus ordered his troops open fire while he barricaded the front and rear entrance with anything he could find from chairs to tables to clothes anything at all. It all proved futile as the wave of screeching corpses threw themselves against the building forcing their way inside. Marcus and his men fired every last shot they had until they were completely out of ammo. In the panic of realizing now they were completely defenseless everyone panicked and tried to flea the police station or hide. Marcus chose to hide in a supply closest where he threw the shelves and lockers in front of the door and he sat in the corner terrified and alone. He could hear the screams of his men who either tried and failed to escape or whos hiding place was broken into by the infected. All night Marcus could here the chomping and screams of the undead.

The next day.
Marcus awoke to a almost terrifying silence as he removed his barricades and ventured into the police station. He could see the mangled and chewed remains of him men and gore throughout the station. He scavenged any equipment he could and left the station in hopes of regrouping with friendly forces.


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