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Tajun Boudreaux
Character information
  1. Alias
    Grant
  2. Mental
    Life is a balancing act.
  3. Morale
    Good take on life
  4. Date of birth
    1994-04-01 (25 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Texas
  6. Nationality
    American
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Family
    Father-Jason Boudreaux, Mother- Susan Boudreaux, Brother- Russel Boudreaux
  10. Religion
    God of Rats Disciple/ Old Norse

Description

  1. Height
    188 cm
  2. Weight
    82 kg
  3. Build
    Athletic Trainer
  4. Hair
    Short and brown
  5. Eyes
    Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Right arm is a full sleeve of tattoos, Texan/ Louisiana themed
    Left arm is Norse themed half sleeve.
  8. Equipment
    Cowboy hat, Flannels
  9. Occupation
    Survivalist/Scavenger/Farmer
  10. Affiliation
    The Rat Pack "Unofficial"
  11. Role
    Officer

Background

My name is Tajun Boudreaux, I am 25 years old. I was born in a very small community of famers and ranchers in Northern Texas. My earliest memory from growing up is when I was 4 running around outside with the cows, goats and chickens. I grew up with my mother, Susan Boudreaux, my father Jason Boudreaux, and my older brother Russell Boudreaux, he was about seven years older than me. We never lived in poverty thankfully but being a small town rancher didn't give us the most glamorous of life style either. We had what we needed and nothing more. Food on the table, a roof over our head, and clothes on our backs,when we ruined ours working. Who could complain about that! I got the education I needed to, my schools always consisted of no more than 15 kids. It was a very small community with a lot of acres and forest between us and our "neighbors". Pa always loved to work, hunt, and fish. He made sure me and my brothers knew everything there was to taking care of livestock, to growing crops, to shooting and maintaining our rifles and firearms, and fishing, man he could fish for days without stopping. My days consisted of milking cows to collecting eggs to pulling weeds growing in the field. I was always busy! It was hard work but it did pay off, being a tough son of a bitch is something to be proud of these days. I graduated high school the day I turned 18. That was a day to remember, got to dance with the woman of my dreams and a follow up date a few days after. But sadly nothing works like they do in the fairy tails. People are never what they seem, no one is old fashioned anymore. I enjoy working hard, spending time alone or with loved ones, and old classy blues music, not this new age rap or going to clubs two hours away. But I guess I am a dying breed. After high school I decided I wanted to get out of my town for a bit to serve a purpose, though I was very happy at home. I joined the US Army, they told me Infantry would be tough so I said sign me up! I said my goodbyes to family and friends and set off on my new adventure. I enjoyed it immensely. I was getting paid to shoot guns and go camping on field ops. Just like back home! About two years in my first contract my Sgt. asked if I wanted to go to a course to become a survival instructor. I almost couldn't of said yes Sgt. fast enough! After my first contract I decided to do another, same thing different day. Like reheating soup, but I enjoyed it. Almost didn't reenlist because of the situation at home, ma and pa got real sick, Russell ran off to Ukraine to fight for democracy, whatever that meant, I didn't know to much of the whole situation to make heads or tails of it, and the woman of my dreams had gotten engaged. It was almost like watching everything fall apart in front of me, but that is how life goes. At the very end of my contract ma and pa took a turn for the worst and couldn't make it any longer. That hit harder than a train. Ma and Pa passed away and I cant contact Russell, God I hope he is ok. I got home and kept the family ranch going, cows, goats, chickens and crops need maintaining. So it was peaceful, my good friend of mine, Zachary Boucher stopped by one day and said I needed a vacation. So i asked my good friend Teresa to look after the ranch for me a bit, she is a good gal and I can trust her. So we planned a two week camping and hunting trip to some place called Deer Isles? I heard they were having some diplomatic issues but nothing a quick trip cant ruin. So we set off, then half way through our trip that is when the outbreak happened, luckily we were secluded enough we have spent the last two years without any major issues, living off the land, just looking for a good group of men to call friends and family. But I cant help but to wonder sometimes.. How is Russell doing and I hope Teresa can look after the ranch herself.

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