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Jack Morgan
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Suffering from PTSD, loves philosophy, needs anti-depressants. Very suicidal
  3. Morale
    Anything for family
  4. Date of birth
    1997-07-16 (22 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Rural Ohio
  6. Nationality
    Midwestern American
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, bits of German
  9. Relationship
    Was in a long term relationship before infection, significant other is in america
  10. Family
    Throughout eastern united states, large family
  11. Religion
    Norse Pagan


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    105 kg
  3. Build
    Practical and toned build, a working mans body
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Multiple upper body scars from past gunshot wounds.
  8. Equipment
    Hunting equipment
  9. Occupation
    US Soldier/Survivalist
  10. Affiliation
    United States (Pre-outbreak)
  11. Role
    Specialist, trained as a Combat Medic


Specialist Jack Morgan, Ohio Army National Guard

SN: 151523957

DOB: July 1997

Joined: Oct 2015

Status: Settled into Home Life attempting to adjust to civilian living.

Jack Morgan, born in rural Ohio and join the national guard shortly after high school. A man of history, philosophy, a love for Tanks and other military history. Combat Medic after high school, Deployed to the middle east after basic training and took part in the defense of Chernogorsk acting as Infantry and riot control. After the quick fall of his command he took to the woods with what was left of his squad, conducting guerrilla warfare against the undead and helping who ever he could. Sadly as phones and laptops died, tv channels went off the air and the NATO fleet disappeared his priority went to survival. He maintains hope that his family and friends, midwestern survivalists, have survived the outbreak but he has given up all hope of returning to the United States. He misses video games and the internet, his pets and family, friends... Chess is something always on his mind, his bestfriend and him would always play for hours to pass the time. Being a pagan the woods life is comforting for his gods and goddesses speak to him through the life around him, society as he knew may be gone but his beliefs guide him. despite being in chenarus for over two years he doesnt speak a lick of Czech and travels by sun and moon, not maps and signs, although a compass does help. One thing he likes doing is cooking, steak being his favorite before the outbreak but the local chickens which are common to find is a good substitute. After his time alone he has come to be suspicious of others but also very welcoming. This sometimes leads to trouble but he has made plenty of smiles in this torn world and he counts that for something. One day he wants to find a good group of people and settle down, maybe learn a skill like wood working, something he couldnt do before the infection. A man of emotions he, in his isolation, does enter depressive and angry states, while not diagnosed because of no more doctors, most likely suffering from PTSD after his experiences in Chernogorsk. He maintains loyalty to the United States despite not hearing from them in awhile. Favorite color is Navy Blue.

Post Outbreak:

After the fall of NATO command and the eventual death or otherwise loss of his squad he roamed the woods aimlessly, creating small camps and alters to keep him busy. sometimes he would travel with people he met but time after time they died, betrayed him or otherwise he found need to be alone. At night he sometimes wakes up screaming, swinging, sweating after suffering from nightmares he saw in the second week of the infection. Truely though he wants to keep helping those around him, maintain his principles and keep learning new skills in life. He has come to distrust military facilities due to the bandits and mass of the undead.

Keeps a journal on him containing names, stories and sketches.

Redwood Days:

As Autumn turns into winter jack has spent the last month at redwood creating a new family, not without faults though. Suicidal episodes and constant raids leaves jack wounded and hurt. He has started writing poetry.

Riddled with bullet wounds, lacking his anti-depressants and questioning life he struggles in silence. He hears voices of all kinds, softly whispering to him as he trys his best to distract himself with his journal


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