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Jay Allen
Character information
  1. Mental
    He tries to keep a positive attitude even though the world is on fire.
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1993-04-14 (26 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
    No relationship
  9. Family
    Father was a cop and was shot in the line of duty. Mother died when the outbreak began.
  10. Religion
    Jay was Catholic before the outbreak.


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    88 kg
  3. Build
    Not exactly the strongest person, but Jay can handle himself.
  4. Hair
    Brown, short
  5. Eyes
    Green with a blue rim
  6. Features
    Nothing unique besides his eyes.
  7. Equipment
    The clothes on my back and the rifle that I grabbed from the dead soldier.
  8. Occupation
    No occupation
  9. Affiliation
    No Affiliation currently
  10. Role


I'm Jay. I'm currently just trying to survive just like everyone else. To sum it all up I was a grad student a couple years ago. Studying and shoving as much information in my head as i could trying to get a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. I was trying to become a CSI. All of the hard work wasted. I still think its crazy how that dream up in smoke. The world has gone to shit. About a day after the outbreak. Some military group decided it was best to ship us all to Chernarus. Apparently the infection wouldn't survive in the cold of Russia. They were wrong. Dead fucking wrong. I don't know how they didn't understand that it originated in Chernarus. Like, where did their communications go. Did it get lost in translation or something. Whatever the case is, they sent all of us to a living nightmare. A living hell. The moment we docked, the ship got rocked by hundreds of Zeds. All we heard was gunshots. Then the ship started taking on water. Started sinking. I just managed to get onto the surface and grab a rifle from a fallen soldier. I dove into the water and swam ashore. I don't know if anyone on that boat survived besides me, but there were many more ships. So I knew for sure that I was not alone. I knew some are friendly I was sure, but I had some gut feeling that most weren't going to be as kind.


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