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Jake Colemen
Character information
  1. Alias
    Jarhead
  2. Date of birth
    1996-09-04 (22 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Dayton Ohio
  4. Nationality
    American
  5. Ethnicity
    caucasian
  6. Languages
    English and some Chernarussian
  7. Relationship
    Single

Description

  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Build
    athletic, muscular,
  3. Hair
    dark brown
  4. Eyes
    baby blue
  5. Alignment
    Neutral Good

Background

Rank: LCpl (E-3)
DoD ID#:0903578159
MOS: Rifleman (#0311)
4th Marine Regiment, 1st Division
3rd Battalion, 4th Marines (¾), Kilo Company
Stationed in 29 Palms, CA

Jake Colemen grew up in Dayton, Ohio. As a boy he liked to rough-house and loved the outdoors. Well into his teens, he would come home covered in dirt and grass-stains from play. He was raised to respect his surroundings, however and was able to quietly enjoy indoor activities when he couldn’t go out. He was a relatively easy-going kid, well-liked by adults and most kids.

Growing up he always wanted to join the military. He liked playing Army men in the yard, he loved military movies and read military books. Where some children revered Superman, Batman, or their own dads as heroes, Jake loved servicemen. His own Grandfather, whom he lovingly referred to as The Major, had served the US Marines in Vietnam where he had lost his left leg. Jake fondly remembers going to visit his grandparents, and Paw Hook sitting with a glass of Rum & Coke in one hand as he recounted old war stories before Jake went to bed. The Major’s life seemed so full of danger, but he did it all for his country and his family. Jake was undeniably proud of his grandfather, his true hero.

Ever since Jake was big enough to hold a hunting rifle, he took every opportunity to use one. His father took him hunting as often as they could go, and Jake loved every second of it. Under strict supervision from his dad, Jake would be able to practice a little in his free time, and got pretty good.

During Jake’s Senior year of highschool, he decided that he definitely wanted to join the military, but he also wanted to receive at least some education beforehand. After graduation, he enrolled in Community College, and studied while also keeping in contact with a recruiter for the marines. Eventually he was prepared to enter boot camp at Parris Island as a Private First Class (PFC). He knew the moment he lined up his feet to the yellow footprints, he would come out thirteen weeks later almost completely changed.

After boot, Jake returned home a marine, but was shortly shipped off to the eastern division of the School of Infantry in order to go through Infantry Training Battalion. His chosen MOS was Rifleman (#0311). After ITB, Jake learned he’d be part of the Thundering Third in 29 Palms, California.

29 Palms was one of the more boring locations to be stationed at. It was in the middle of the desert, miles away from most more entertaining locations. Off-duty marines could make a day trip to Los Angeles or Las Vegas, but gas prices often argued. Jake was enjoying his time in the military, but he was so bored that he was nearly relieved when ¾ was finally deployed to Elektrozavodsk, Chernarus in 2017. The events which unfolded there, however, would bring a whole new meaning to “FUBAR”.


After the proverbial hit the fan, the US was trying to pull out of the area, but Jake got stuck. He left his post to help a man he had spotted in the distance limping frantically down the road. When he arrived he saw the man was gravely injured and bleeding, with not much time left. Behind him followed several infected people, rabid and screeching. Jake took out a few of them before his weapon jammed and they began converging on him and the man, who may as well have already been dead.

Jake ran quickly in a random direction, feeling the grass beneath him as he fought to get his firearm fixed. Not watching his step, he took a bad fall and injured his left ankle as well as hitting his head on a rock protruding from the ground, which knocked him out cold. When he came to, he woke up confused, dizzy, and in a lot of pain. His comms had been lost somewhere, and so he had to lay for hours trying to regain his composure enough to walk.

When he finally made it back to camp, he found that he had been left behind.

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