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Peter Jenkins
Character information
  1. Alias
    Pete
  2. Date of birth
    1997-04-08 (21 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Anzac, Alberta CA
  4. Nationality
    Canadian
  5. Ethnicity
    White
  6. Languages
    English
  7. Relationship
    Single

Description

  1. Height
    190 cm
  2. Weight
    104 kg
  3. Build
    Built
  4. Hair
    Brown short hair
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Occupation
    Millitary

Background

Peter Jenkins A story of a Lost Boy.

My life as a kid wasn't always sunshine and butterflies but in fact it was the complete opposite, I grew up learning that if you aren't the biggest and toughest you aren't going anywhere in life, where the “roll call” was more a “are you still alive call” It was a tough life in my childhood always getting into fights with the wrong kids, always mixed up in the wrong crowd, somehow always finding my way into trouble.

My Mom was always my backbone. my shoulder to lean on when I couldn’t bare the pain anymore, when I started to give up on life and felt like ending it all… SHE WAS THE ONE TO SAVE ME! Not myself or the your “god” my MOTHER, she was the one that was there for me when nobody else was, I still remember her giving me her little “pep” talks just to get me through the pain even if it didn't help seeing her smile at me and telling me things would get better, even though I knew they weren't getting better they were only getting worse and these pitty fights that were happening at the age of 16 where only going to get worst and they did…

At the age of 18 I Enlisted in the military as a Infantryman to help escape with my never ending torment, maybe to help focus on just the Yes Sir and the No Sir of life and less of When am I going to get my ass kicked again or when am I going to get robbed again, life went on great for the next 9 weeks I survived my hell and I got my rank I left bassic then I went into the reserve so I could be closer with my mother as she grew older and needed more help with everyday needs, time went on as I began to get older and she began to get even weaker I knew that the only way I could ever repay her for every little thing she ever did for me was to take care of her this time…

I still Remember it like it was yesterday, it was 0200 I was sound asleep in my bed as my mother was two rooms over from me hopefully still in hers I suddenly woke up to screams and struggling as I grabbed my Glock as it is the closest thing to my bed I rush into my mother's room and see a man standing over her screaming for money, as I noticed the gun in his hands I pulled my gun up and screamed “Get on the fucking Ground” as soon as I said a word he pulled his gun on her and fired I suddenly emptied an entire 15 clip into his skull screaming it was my fault that she is dead shortly after I called the police telling them what happened and what I did, I waited for the police to take his body away as I drove to the police station for questioning. I told them everything that I knew as It happened and how it happened, nothing really happened as the week went on I buried my mother and began to try and find an escape, I quickly found my escape as I received my deployment papers saying I was being shipped out the next day to a place called Chernarus, all it read was. “An epidemic has broken out in Chernarus you are being sent to keep peace Signed colonel sanders.” I have nobody to say goodbye to so I guess I’ m just going to get ready and packed. I’ll pick this back up at a later time.



Love, Peter Jenkins.


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