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Mason Collins
Character information
  1. Alias
    Mason, June.
  2. Mental
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1989-06-04 (30 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Pittsburgh, PA. USA
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
  9. Relationship
  10. Family
    Maria Collins (Mother) Zach Collins (Father)
  11. Religion


  1. Height
    172 cm
  2. Weight
    81 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Features
    Slight limp with right leg.
  8. Equipment
    N/A (Discover this IC)
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Mason Collins was a pilot for a relatively small, US based private military company called The 74th Round. He flew both planes for a variety of missions that he was tasked with; Whether he was doing recon, bringing in supplies, he did it all. He was fearless in what he did. As long as there was a paycheck attached of the line, he was down for it. He originally was a transport pilot for the United States Marine Corp at the ripe age of 22. He loved what he did.

August 2nd 2013 was a date he will never forget. During a recon mission in Iran, his plane’s engine mysteriously caught fire. He ejected 1.6km in the air, pulling his parachute and hoping for the best. He was found a few hours later by a nearby American-backed convoy and taken into emergency care. A month of recovery revealed the true state of his body, he found it hard to use his right leg (the one that had been broken). Along with this he would experience seizures, the cause being unknown. Due to his injuries he was honorably discharged soon after, ending his career with the air-force. A year passed when he was approached by a man who told him about a company he worked for, that Mason’s skills in aircraft expertise would be a valuable asset to them. So after some time, he took up the offer and began to work for them for over 5 years. One day as he was running through a pre-flight checklist on a Boeing B-17 that was issued to him, his boss came down from his office in the hanger and handed him a letter that had said he’d been reassigned to their new international division in the poor, old-soviet nation of Chernarus.

Upon his arrival to Chernarus he was given a hotel room, a beer and a map of the local area. “This place ain’t half bad” he chuckled to himself. “I might just like it here”


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