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  1. **The crackling of a Sony cassette player begins, the large flat black ones found in most private investigators offices. A jagged and raspy voice of distinct couth would begin to speak, almost in a kind of sing-song story way, slowly and methodically, laying words along a timeline. "Jakob Radke, is a..... somewhat..... unhinged man. Taken from a broken past of abuse by his parental figures until he was 9, taken from his home by child protective services and only submitted to a fate worse than the physical abuse of a drunkard father and a whore mother. Once submitted into Child Protective Services, Jakob was submitted to a psyche evaluation as per standards. The results were, well, as he would say, "A FREIGHT TRAIN OF MEAT STRAIGHT TO THE CRANIUM!" And, I quote. There truly is no vocabulary to describe the state of the child's mind. Through, through... miraculous therapy and far too much shock therapy, his delusions, his outbursts, and the psychosis he would suffer, would subside. This was, of course, after 14 years, but none the less, he came out a gleaming man! He was charismatic, outgoing, the life of the party, yet compassionate, reserved at times, and lying somewheres on the intelligence quotient of... 130? It's almost, it's almost unbelievable. I mean, we've never actually put him through an intelligence test, it's not part of our organization but... I question if, if what had happened here was really us, or something else." Released from a psychiatric ward at the age of 23, a non-socially adjusted man would make his path. Drawn to the military for it's glory of the movie "Full Metal Jacket" during this time, he would find himself in the Iraq, Syria, Southern African States, and eventually within Russian borders. Sent as support for European combatants for his engineering insight and mechanical thumb on the vehicles of the force, but additionally for his reputation of military prowess. Stationed with a squadron of 16 in a small town, based up for defenses in case the rebellion attempted to smuggle drugs, he maintained the people's equipment, killing his time on this cushy job until the pension rolled in. Now at 28, and doing 5 years in the Marine Corps, he was ready for a change. Something more, domestic. The world looked for something more... communistic. Contagion struck, and a town overrun with fleshing eating monsters. Psychotic breaks due to the lack of medication, the idea of mental health is almost a joke in the apocalypse. Survival is not of how you feel, not of how someone else feels. 'Tis survival. Jakob would do anything to survive, anything to protect the people he cares of, and anything to make a positive change, at least in his eyes. >> Aight. Jakob was released from the psychiatric ward after being cleared of most mental blockers in his way, breaks in psychiatry, etc. Due to the general nature of the treatment he received, none of it was documented. He was in the hospital for no reason, and no one knew of it. After being released, he found himself devoid of purpose. Everything he did felt meaningless, a broken man trying to fit into a world that's perfect. Consistently feeling like he was looked down upon, he decided to truly make himself a doormat. Boot camp only urged his desire for combat and being within the ranks more, the ideal of comradery and prowess. Fighting for a purpose, and eliminating those who would harm, to protect those. It felt as if his life truly did have purpose. Enlisted in the ranks, boot camp was more of a fever dream for him. The constant strive to be the top of the class, almost destroying his body on the daily basis in order to obtain these goals. Whether he succeeded or was bested by somebody, it had to be better. Nobody was TRULY thanking him. People had done this before, and better. Continuing in this underevaluation of himself, Jakob would cause terrible scarring to his body during boot camp by the barbed wire above the mud crawl, the vigorous callouses that would break and bleed, forming blood blisters the next day only to be torn through again, and other various injuries throughout his time here. Fresh from boot camp, he was posted in Syria, Iraq. The way the Marines carried themselves so unprofessionally generally disgusted him. Outcasted within his own Corps, yet at the top of his team and a commanding officer, he would suddenly take off five years in. He said, "Five years would be enough." At least, in these ranks. Working alongside Russian intelligence officers and some high ranking ones, Jakob was drawn to their ideals, their military actions, and the difference between the political parties of communism and capitalism. While capitalism valued those who played the game, communism allows everyone to play. His accomplishments were almost immedietely accepted by the Soviet Union, and he were placed in a small town as a combat engineer. During his placement here, the contagion struck. During the scramble from the defenses, he was forced to leave behind most, if not everything he knew in regards to his military career. He doubted the military could handle a contagion of this sort, and without mass innocents loss at that. Once again betrayed by those he once respected, any of those who attempted to leave the town were met with a swift .308 to their general mass, either securing one for the walkers or for a dead man walking. He continued on an outlaw, hunted path throughout the Soviet Union from the position outside of Rostovon-Don, he made his way towards the populated, yet sparced towns of Chernaurus. A well equipped survivor with his training, and his mentality of whatever has to be done, Jakob was able to make ends meet. Throughout brief periods of mental strife, he continues to hope for something. An opportunity to prove his worth, and something worth protecting. Let down by the humans before him, the survivors are more high-strung, and a lot lower people some of them.
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