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Waleson

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  • Birthday 03/06/2002

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  1. Jebidiah was a normal boy raised in the town of Nashville, Tennessee, he was what some would call a redneck, or country boy. His family was known for their aligator hunting company, which soon ran bankrupt as business wasn't as good as it use to be. Jebidiah turned towards towing, he always had a passion for trucks, and being a tow truck driver would just be the chance he needed to get himself around some nice trucks. One day, Jebidiah had recieved a call from the local Sheriffs Office, they had asked him to come tow a truck, a Ford F350 to be exact. Known for his passion for trucks, he came right away. This is where his life took a turn, he never knew a simple job would lead him across the world. When Jebidiah had arrived at the tow, he found himself face to face with a gang member, but not just any gang member, it was a member from the biggest gang in all of Tennessee, and at that moment Jebidiah knew that this truck belonged to that gang member. Luckily, for Jebidiah, the police were on scene as it was a car accident, Jebidiah was able to tow the truck without issues, but he knew that the gang would be coming back to the South Gator Towing lot to get their truck back. Jebidiah was starting to be harrassed, his tow truck would be broken into weekly, messages spray painted on his business telling him to leave town or else, and one day Jebidiah soon took into the pressure, he left town, but more than that, he left the country all together. He had taken a plane to a town in Northern India, hoping to be able to start his familys aligator hunting business up again, to carry on his familys true tradition. Himachal Pradesh, that was the name of the town that he would now reside in for the rest of his life, or atleast that was what he was hoping for. His business was going smooth, he was making enough money in this town to live, but he still couldn't afford a vehicle for himself, so he depended on the large ammount of taxi services in the town to get around. One day, he had met a nice short man named Mohinder, who had his own taxi. Mohinder was working for his own business, and on the long three hour drive, Mohinder and Jebidiah extanged stories on how they both hoped to have their business' grow, and how they both ran their own business. Mohinder and Jebidiah had what some would call a click, they became good friends, helping each other in time of need. On a trip towards a aligator sighting, Jebidiah and Mohinder found themself in trouble, the Indian gang that ran that town demanded business' to pay a fee, and it was Mohinders time to pay. A black car full of notorious mafia members had cut off the taxi, but Mohinder knew a better way out, he had started to speed going 90 down the tight pedestrian filled roads of Himachel Pradesh, weeving left and right. They drove, and drove, for what seemed to be days, even weeks. Three thousand kilometers away, they finally had been safe from the Indian mafia, but found themselves in a new area, Chernarus. They soon found out this land was very different from the very poor streets of Himachel Pradesh, they soon found a new way of life.
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