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Jack Oneill
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    driven and strong willed
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1970-10-20 (48 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
    sara oneill
  10. Family
    sara oneill, and son charlie oneill
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    187 cm
  2. Weight
    80 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    brown, slightly greying
  5. Eyes
  6. Features
    likes to wear a cap, has a beard
  7. Equipment
    backpack and tools medical suuplies and food
  8. Occupation
    independant contractor


My name is Jack O’neill, from a young age I was fascinated by the intelligence world, of course it starts where all young lads do, James Bond. Unlike your average lads, I didn’t drop the obsession. I lived an ordinary life throughout my teens and into early adulthood until eventually, a few months after leaving university, I was afforded the opportunity to interview for MI6. Of course my time for organisation can't be spoken upon as it’s classified, and should any semblance of the British Government still exist I daren’t risk to anger them. A week or so after my 30th birthday I received 30 second phone call. Nothing more than a sentence or two uttered, I had been issued a burn notice and was blacklisted from operations.  when your burned it often means you’ve been compromised. You’re left with nothing, no money, no credit, no job history, your stuck in whatever city they
decide to dump you in. The following days were a blur, I had made no contingency for such an occurrence, in fact this type of thing was so uncommon I’d never even considered it. I awoke 3 days later in dated looking hotel room with a former IRA contact nursing me back after a rough 72 hours.

Before I had been given my marching order I was working with some Russian’s on securing funding and planning permission to construct an oil pipeline right through the heart of the land. I had been in a city called Chernarus, It took me a few days but eventually my remaining contacts managed to get me a few jobs here and there to earn some form of living. It kept me going for a while, about six or so months from what I remember, I stopped counting after… After whatever this is...


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