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Jeremy Stryder
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Care Free & Relaxed
  3. Morale
    Acts on instincts
  4. Date of birth
    1989-08-30 (30 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Boston, Massachusetts
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Sarcasm
  9. Relationship
    My right hand
  10. Family
    Dead, alive; don't really care either way
  11. Religion
    I believe in what I can see and touch for myself


  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    92 kg
  3. Build
    Solid - Fairly Muscular
  4. Hair
    Dirty Brown
  5. Eyes
    Deep Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    - Extremely laid back. type B personality
    - Rugged exterior, bit of a softy deep down
    - Head in the gutter
    - Sarcastic
  8. Equipment
    - Red Beanie Hat
    - Aviators Sunglasses
    - Black Hoodie
    - Black Working Gloves
    - BDU Pants
    - Black Combat Boots
    - Tortilla Backpack
    - SKS w/ PU Scope
    - Baseball Bat w/ Nails
  9. Occupation
    Personal Business
  10. Role
    I remind people that bathroom pit stops are a thing


Born and raised in Boston Massachusetts, Jeremy was a byproduct of poor planning and an apparent lack of compassion. His father split after only a few months of being born and his mother was a complete mess of her own; having shown little to no interest in raising her son, she managed to wrack up a large debt from her gambling addiction. The only light at the end of her tunnel was her filthy rich brother in law, Jeremy's uncle, who could be considered the scum of the earth with his overly perverted mentality. It was fairly obvious at a young age to Jeremy how his mother was able to pay off her debts by how often his uncle would stay the night. The sad truth being that it was his uncle who actually showed the most care for him at a young age and was generous enough to put him through grade school. 

At the age of sixteen, Jeremy was given his first job by his uncle running a fork lift in one of his wearhouses. Everything in the place around him reaked of illegal activity, but it was good money and he didn't much care at all since it didn't concern him. It stayed this way for many years for Jeremy; eventually being able to afford his own place. Leaving his mother behind wasn't exactly heartbreaking for him with now non-existent she had been throughout his life. He regretfully picked up on some of his uncles personal habits; a rather care free personality, a certain fondness of using choice words and a tendency to think with the wrong head on occasion. He worked his way up over the years within his uncles "establishment" until at the age of twentyfive, Jeremy's uncle handed everything to him with his mind set on going overseas and investing. He never specified into what; only that he would be in touch when he "made it."

Two more years passed until the day of his 27th birthday, Jeremy received a letter from his uncle from a place he'd never heard of; Chernagorsk, South Zagoria. The letter told him of how his uncle had come clean of his business and was now the proud owner of a string of apartments within the city limits; inviting Jeremy to up and leave everything behind him without question to start a new life in a new land. Initially, Jeremy scoffed at the idea of it and tossed the letter aside. However, as the months went on and the letter collected dust, the idea of leaving sounded more appealing to him. He decided to appeal his uncle at the very least by planning a brief visit to the place out of gratitude for the generous offer. 

His flight landed within the country on the 1st of May, 2017; unknowingly only a few days before South Zagoria would be put under Marshal Law for reasons he'd never understand from being a foreigner. Weeks passed as Jeremy tried his best to enjoy his stay in this unfamiliar place. Making friends wasn't difficult for him, however understanding their lingo was another thing entirely. 

The time came for him to take his leave back to the states, but it didn't exactly come as a surprise when the rumors of conflict in the north became more vivid as all flights going in and out of the country were put to a hault. It was the tremmors from the bombing that made everything more real for him. Although they had not yet reached him in Chernogorsk, the order of things began to faulter; when on the night of July 19th, the city erupted in chaos as buildings were set ablaze. He and a large group of his friends had been partying up in the Vysota Apartment blocks when the massive impact from a cargo plane decimated the downtown International Hotel; the sight of a full city on fire, listening to the chilling screams was something from a nightmare that would forever imprint his mind. 

A full week passed as he and close friends remained hunkered down and safe within their apartment; trying to accept the reality of the chaos around them as they gathered what supplies they could. A city would not be safe after its infrastructure had fallen. With no knowledge of where his uncle may be or what horrors had amassed in the north and headed their way, Jeremy took up a hunting rifle and whatever else he could carry. The one thing on his mind.. just to get out of this place..




Ofc you picked my group's music :D 

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2 minutes ago, Phoenix said:

Ofc you picked my group's music :D 

There's group music again? O.o I've got a major soft spot for greenday and this one reminds me of their older stuff. Freekin love it!

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