"I'm just out here doin what I do. Wasn't much for society the way it was anyway." -Jack Hall
Jack Hall was born around 1997, in the Las Angeles area. He was frequently beaten,
along with his mother Jane, by his father, Darren. He was an only child, living in
a bad neighborhood with a high crime rate, in a run down home. His hard life
continued after, at 11 years old, Jack watched helplessly as his father murdered
his mother, then committing suicide. He was placed on a foster home, the first of
many where he was abused physically and mentally. At 16 Jack went out on his own,
to live on the streets. Soon a life of crime became the normal for Jack. Petty theft,
shoplifting, possession, and multiple assault charges. At 17 Jack was charged as an
adult for beating a man. The beating was a job offered by a local gang boss.
Jack spent three years locked up for the assault and battery that left his victim
permanantly scarred. During his stay Jack joined a small gang on the inside for
protection, and offered to beat up inmates for a price, like he'd been doing for
gangsters on the outs. Business boomed for Jack.Though he wasn't extraordinarily tall
or muscular, he was well build and a great fighter.
He had found his calling. Prison was better than the outs. He didn't have to worry
about bills, rent, shopping or cooking. He had friends and purpose.
He soon caught the eye of a Los Angeles mafia boss, who had hired Jack many times during
his incarceration, and the boss had his men waiting for Jack upon his release.
Jack was released from prison in , at the age of 20. He had no idea what he was
going to do. Luckily for him LA Mafia boss Lorenzo Mannino had his men waiting for him when
he got out. Mannino Offered Jack a job. An enforcer. He would simply have to beat up
who he was told to beat up, and deliver messages, He was told that he would be well compensated,
which he was. After some time Jack was given a package by one of Mannino's men. The
package contained a picture of a man with a name written on a sticky note, a pair of
car keys, $500 and a .22 pistol. Jack asked the man what the pistol was for and his
reply was simply; "You know." This was the beginning of the end for Jack. He didn't
want to kill this man, but didn't know how to get out, either. He knew what happened
to guys who wanted out. They get dead.Over the next year Jack would go on to murder
7 more people for Mannino. Every one of his 8 victims taking a bit of his soul with them.
He was officially a mafia hit man. Mannino became sketchy with the FBI on his tail. He was
ordering hits on his own men, and starting a war with gangs that previously were allies.
Jack thought it was only a matter of time before Mannino turned on him. He had been loyal to
Mannino but things were going downhill fast. Jack knew life as a mafia enforcer/hit man was a
dangerous one, but at only 22 he wasn't ready to die or go to prison for the rest of his life.
He needed a plan.
Jack was paranoid. Hiding from the law. The FBI Were catching up
with Manninoand it was only a matter of time before they would come busting in the door
of his shitty little apartment and cuffing him, if he was lucky and they didn't just
shoot him on sight, that is. Mannino was worse. Killing many of his own men off, breaking
ties with everyone and hiding his funds. Jack knew he needed out, but didn't know how to
do it. He thought about turning himself in to the FBI, but knew he would do life behind bars no matter what
he told them. It was only a matter of time before he'd be killed by the man he'd been so loyal to.
He decided to run. It was his only chance. In 2017 Jack decided to pack up
what few belongings he has and leave. Heading first to Mexico then taking an international
flight to Chernarus. He heard the country was ripe for gangsters. Drugs, guns, violence were
all flourishing lines of work. Before he left he had to take care of his biggest problem. Mr. Mannino.
Mannino had called Jack, asking him to meet at restaurant in a busy neighborhood. Mannino And his bodyguard
told Jack that a hit had been put out on him by a rival gang, and that he would need to come with them.
At that Jack stood up and pulled out his pistol and shot the two men before fleeing the scene. Jack
knew that if Mannino wasn't going to kill him himself, he would more than likely turn him over to the
"rival gang". He then drove to Phoenix, Arizona, before making his way to Mexico, and finally arrived in Chernarus.
A few days after arriving in Elektro, riots began to break out across the country. Military from
around the world moved in. Jack stayed in his apartment, watching the events below. He hid out in the
room for as long as he could. Throughout the riots, deaths, and spread of the infection, Jack stayed put.
Going out only when necessary to gather supplies, and always staying close to home. He quickly found himself
in a world completely changed. People had changed. The dead walked and the living...well they
weren't to be trusted. Jack found survivors here and there, travelling north. He would offer his
service in exchange for supplies. Service which usually involved finding people, hurting people,
or protecting people. Though the world has been lost in chaos, Jack feels right at home. Living
off the land/on the streets just like when he was a teen, fighting to survive, guns, drugs, crime.
The only difference was now, he's freelance. A soldier for hire.
A story still being written...