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Jane Marie

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  1. UNFINISHEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
  2. Ruby grew up in Dermott, Arkansas, under the demented rule of her mother, Muriel. Muriel taught Ruby how to get whatever she desired through mind games and twisted manipulation. As Ruby grew, she began to realize she was much smarter than her withering mother. She started offhandedly blackmailing her for money and items of value, eventually convincing her to take the lives of people Ruby deemed as "unworthy". Everything was going swimmingly for Ruby. She bought herself a shotgun when she turned 18, and found that she enjoyed hunting critters in the swamps of Dermott. She liked the way that everything her gun pointed at suddenly became powerless and pitiful. As the months passed, Ruby began to notice mangled critters around the swamp, gutted, decapitated, absolutely belittled. She felt a warmth inside her chest whenever she found these little pieces of art. She vowed that she would find whoever created them, and make that person her own. That person was Grover Maddison. Fast forward to age 40; married to her true love, Grover, and having raised three wonderfully twisted children, Ruby happily lived her life manipulating and breaking minds, greatly assisting the family meth business. One day, Grover told Ruby that the family was moving to South Zagoria, Chernarus to further their income. The Maddison family then packed up, and moved shop to Komarovo. Ruby quickly wrapped her fingers around the minds of the locals, Grover and Ceremor began pumping out their popular brand Shake and Bake, and the family business boomed better than ever... all the way up until the outbreak. As it turns out, though, the Maddison family fit right into this new world.
  3. I was sitting inside the Krasnostav PD taking a quick snack break when I heard a shot, I called it out (with my mouth half full). I heard @Spicey telling us he was shot, he didn't specify if he was down or not, so when I heard the door being unlocked I panicked a little bit. Spicey confirmed it was only him, entered the building, then I opened the door I was in and rushed him in to access his wounds. His shirt was destroyed, but he was fine. We both sat there crouched down, confused and scared for a good 15 minutes or more, our comms were really noisy, so when we suddenly heard an angry russian just outside the PD, we had no clue what he was saying. Spicey told me he thought it was about Wolf, a person someone named Vali wanted out of our group, so we started discussing the situation, thinking the person who shot Spicey was probably Vali or one of his boys, and that they mistook Spicey for Wolf and took a shot, or that they thought they saw Wolf in the base (which he was not). Maybe about a minute or two after the angry yelling outside the PD (I'm not positive on the time), shots started ringing off, it sounded like they were hitting the outside of the wall from where we were crouching. We went prone and stayed quiet, pretty shooken up. A short time after that we decided to try to reason with whoever was out there. We said things along the lines of, "Hello! Wolf is not here! You are shooting at innocent people!". No answer. We stayed there until @nomadxvx arrived at the PD, he came in and took up a spot in the middle of the building, keeping quiet and watching. I eventually decided I'd sacrifice myself to try and reason with whoever was shooting, so I ran outside all around and outside our base with one hand up yelling, "Hello? We are innocent people in here! Wolf is not here! Hello?" Again no answers. I came back into the PD and grabbed some NVGs as it was becoming dark. I moved to the green house right across from our base to get a different view. A man with a flare showed up and ran all around the outside of our base, then left. We assumed he was either bait, or a new spawn. That was about it.
  4. Jane Marie, born on December 23rd, 1998, is a bit out there. She constantly finds herself tripping over the line that separates reality and fantasy (or failing to realize she's doing so). Hailing from Istanbul and raised by two adoring, yet clueless parents, she failed to realize her 'shortcomings' until she was fully grown. Jane never had any interest in the news, and rather took solace in her disconnect from the rest of the world, similar to her parents. When the outbreak occurred, she was quite possibly the least informed human on the planet. Her household's familial bonds experienced a stress none of them were quite prepared for. Naturally paranoid, and riddled with anxiety, her mother, Valerie, disappeared one night without a word, taking a small amount of food from the family stockpile. As the weeks stretched on, contained in their house like animals in a cage, Jane watched her father, Samuel, become a husk of the man he once was. On a foggy Wednesday morning, Jane startled awake to the terrible sound of a gunshot, freezing her blood and sending shivers up her spine. For the first time she took her life in her own hands, packing a backpack full of what she considered essentials and leaving her home that afternoon, unable to bare the thought of being near her father's lifeless body. By luck, and only luck, did she survive long enough to learn how to prolong that survival. Having never been interested in geography, Jane wandered into Chernarus completely unaware of her exact location, reaching said area with a combination of willy-nilly hitchhiking and her aimless stride. Using her own survival, hand in hand with spontaneous adventure, as an outlet to the swirling chaos of thoughts in her head, Jane continues to put one foot in front of the other, both hoping and dreading the idea of ever coming across her mother again, dead or alive... or both.
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