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Rory Fitzgerald
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
    Angry, lost
  4. Date of birth
    1996-07-04 (23 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Donegal, Ireland
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Presumably dead
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    171 cm
  2. Weight
    60 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short, shaved completely at sides
  5. Eyes
    Greyish Blue eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    scruffy beard
    wrinkles brought on by smoking 5 packs a day
    Ying/Yang tattoo on his chest
  8. Equipment
    Pack of smokes
  9. Occupation


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

Fuck the Ra up the UDA!

Grew up in a small pasture farm in rural Donegal, family made a modest living, spent time playing with the locals after the daily labour was complete, Sunday's I dressed In my good clothes to go listen to the local catholic priest. Normal Irish life.
College time then drew near after years of schooling and farming..my true passion was the beer , oh how it tasted..fresh cat piss mmm
year one of college passed , failing exams.

Family kicks me out of home house, not farming for the family like I used too, they're disgusted I wasted their college money on the sesh.

Last chance, Go to America to find work in one of the big cities.
"California here I come", Liberal pisshole, everyones crying about everything, weak.
Marines appealed to me, I got accepted thank the good lord. Now to show my family i'm not a waste!
After training in the bootcamp Paris Island South Carolina & School of Infantry like an absolute champ, I was given my contract and was ready to be deployed wherever needs be!
Spending time in California waiting for to be deployed somewhere was no fun at all, the people there fried my wee head. Finally I got orders to deploy in Chernarus to help quell the tensions stirred up by the chedaki. Few months have passed with minor skirmishes, some successful some unsuccessful. We started to hear sirens coming from the base where we were situated, just another terrorist attack I thought. Life in chernarus you grow accustomed to it.

Little did I know that this was the last and only bit of warning I'd get. That warning sign was delayed as the Infected already stormed through most of the country leaving only be a small fraction of residents in the country, but I did not lose hope I could still find a way to get out of this place or at least make a safe haven to live and thrive and protect the innocent from those who wish to dominate the now war torn, ravaged country.

Changes since first arriving to this shithole.

Has grown to hate the countries slavish inhabitants.



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