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29th Nov 2014

Backstories for your character


This is the place where you will post your backstory. This is a customized backstory. You write it to your taste's.


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Rules on the backstory board are in place to keep members from trying to be "Rambo, or Jesus" You must stay within these guidelines.


1. No instances of being a "God" You didn't survive 500 soldiers coming at you. 
2. No large sums of cash or owning international businesses


3. No excessively criminal backgrounds
4. Do not post a story about an overly humorous or ridiculous


5. No character's who are "Excessively Inappropriate"
6. No public figures, your not the governor


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[ID Number] (#000 Keep it to 100s so it for example if you have a ID of 24 #024)
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Name:
Alias (es):
D.O.B:
P.O.B:
Prior employment:
Short Synopsis: (What your character has been up to until this point)
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Last Edit: 17th Jun 2017 by Dark
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29th Nov 2014

Commander Lunar

Born in 1977,October26/Georgia,Atlanta

Lunar real name- classified 

Mom- classified Deceased

Dad-worked for the government deceased 


I was raised up hard my parents were very strict and secret about their life. I didn't know any of my family just my mom and dad. We lived in a good neighborhood, but there was a gang around there. The leader was named Gage and he thought one day I would be an easy target at the time I was 14 and they were high schoolers, but their leader picked a fight with me and thought i was weak but I proved him wrong. The first punch he threw I dodged, then he stepped up his game and tried to kick my shin but I kicked his knee in and picked him up and threw him to the ground and wouldn't stop punching him. After that I've been getting respect from everyone no one fucked with me. 

   Later in my life when I was around 16 my parents were murdered.             Obviously it was the government, but till this day I still have no idea they were murdered. Well I was so angry and confused started working with a private company that was sort of a PMC, but it was illegal business. We targeted government officials and civilians. When I turned 21 I was able to do an exclusive mission and I was sent to Sadi Arabia were I met Dark. When I first met him he seemed unstable but then eased as he killed more and more soldiers. I met him In a gun store.

CD. Hey, man I have a job and it pays well.

CL. How much and What makes you think I'm the right man.

CD. Well you look like you can handle yourself and the pay is very good.

CL. Okay I'll join you, but if I can bring my crew.

CD. Sure well my name is Dark that's what I go by.

CL. My name is 

 


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Clean money.$100.000
Dirty money.$155.000
Job. Merc , business owner, gun runner.
Property. Vespucci beach apartment with garage. , my business/ my office.
Vehicles. (Mesa,job only) hummer.

Last Edit: 31st Dec 2014 by Commander.Lunar
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29th Dec 2014

I'm barsoap. I am not sure why i'm called that I was drunk and woke up named barsoap. There wasn't a real reason aside from commander telling me that "you need a bar-of-soap to clean your mind out after talking to me".

Before I joined, I was lost running around trying to hide from the cops and some warlords in Africa and in China. Arms running and human trafficing prostitutes made me some really big bad enemies. Commander helped me work out an agreement with the cops and most of the warlords to stop coming after me. Before that I was on the top there were bitches, cars, money and drugs.

Commander helped me also work out family problems my father was in America but went back to Mexico because of all the people trying to find me. My mom was also on the run so she moved to "Mayberry" (if you don't know what that is look up the Andy show) to hide and still lives there with my father when came back after we convinced him it was over. they raised me in a big city in the getto and it was scary. they loved me and cared for me but I fucked up. I was smart and very big but soft spoken so it was hard for me. Every one wanted to beat me up so my first crime was beating up almost every kid on my block. After that i was in and out of juvie because i kept getting picked on and i was tired of it.
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30th Dec 2014

My Name is THE_ENDRMAN_007 and I am an ex-navy seal who was Discharged for being mentally unstable. I was on a carrier and hotwired a jet and went for a joy-ride ( my piolets license was revoked and I haven't flown an aircraft scence). I was then moved to Los Santos for rehab and met the Novan Empire while at a bar in sandy shores.

Well my background is pritty normal i grew up in North Carolina about ten miles south of Raligh. My parents? Well lets just say they had no time for me, and about a year ago they passed away "mysteriously".

I now spend my time in sandy shores living out of an RV and driving a Dune Buggy i built from parts i "found" from a scrap yard.

Outside of Nova I spend my time tinkering with classic cars and motorcycles, I hope to one day open an auto-shoppe and here recently I signed up for LSPD to help eliminate the scum of LS!
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-ENDR

Last Edit: 27th Jan 2015 by THE_ENDRMAN_007
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30th Dec 2014

[#001]

This is MrDrProfDuck here, I was born November 17th, 1987. I studied to become a veterinarian at NC State and graduated with a doctorate 4th in my class. I specialize in ducks, geese, and other waterfowl (hence the name MrDrProfDuck). After college I practiced in and around the Raleigh area for 3 years until I went on a tour of duty in Afghanistan where I met a member of Crimecorp. He was a fellow brother in arms. I was shot in the leg and discharged for medical reasons. Once I healed I joined Crimecorp for a short period, but soon after due to a few misfortunes on my end I left Crimecorp for The Novan Empire who's practices appear more professional. Im looking forward to working with The Novan Empire.
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30th Dec 2014

http://imgur.com/a/XHpIz Darks past Part1
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"When justice is done, it will bring joy to the righteous, Yet terror to the evildoers"


"I want you to remember in your most private moments for all the years to come, the man who beat you" -Bat

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31st Dec 2014

My name is Miller my life was forced me to be trained for this. If i didnt have my mom hang herself on my bday i woulndt know how to use my strength or my power if i didnt get abused as a child i wouldnt know how to use my emotions and fight back my life has been a power house i was raised for this

OOC this is PVT Rains material, Rain post this in the Reply box
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The Novan Empire PMC Commander In Chief
"When justice is done, it will bring joy to the righteous, Yet terror to the evildoers"


"I want you to remember in your most private moments for all the years to come, the man who beat you" -Bat

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6th Jan 2015

http://imgur.com/a/3GtkX Darks Nightmare
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"When justice is done, it will bring joy to the righteous, Yet terror to the evildoers"


"I want you to remember in your most private moments for all the years to come, the man who beat you" -Bat

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16th Jan 2015

http://imgur.com/a/Sp8iw The Dark past Part 2
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"When justice is done, it will bring joy to the righteous, Yet terror to the evildoers"


"I want you to remember in your most private moments for all the years to come, the man who beat you" -Bat

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16th Jan 2015

CLASSIFIED
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24th Jan 2015

Im a hard cooled man I fought in the war for 3 years my wife and kids died from cancer I holed back the pane . Im not a wethy man I got no more then a few dollars im my bank looking for love and happiness I hope I fined that. I use to be a piece of crap intell the nova empier took me under ther wing and made me fell better about my self and tern my life around I use to be homeless and hungry and wasted all the time becase I had nothing to live for but I thank them my specialties are im grate soldier im good for cover also in a bar tender and I deal with a lot of shit and see a lot of crazy thangs
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Last Edit: 24th Jan 2015 by hammeru01
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27th Jan 2015

Police report X7
Officer Deitrichs
Age 56
height 6'1
Weight 192 lbs
I was a S.W.A.T. Member who worked with David Johanson and he requested i come down here and visit then i saw the condition of the city its time to clean this bastard up. I already had misfortune of meeting a man named Whoodaski, ill keep my eyes on him, until then im just waiting to pay David a Visit. When i get ready this cities drug dealers and gun slingers are going to be given hundreds of problems. Ill be watching and I hope and pray one of these guys try paying me off, Please do. it wont end well. I will be watching closely and when i get a trail on someone ill follow it relentlessly. Lets hope i can handle the serious criminals out here, and with my links in Nova i should be good
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27th Jan 2015

The name's XXi Filkins, at least that's what everyone in the navy called me...

I lived a simple life, middle class, a wife, two kids and a dog. Some call it "The American Dream". But all that changed when I was drafted into the army. Day one on the grind, I ran courses faster than anyone there, shot faster and with more accuracy than the top gun on site. This didn't go unnoticed. The general appointed me to be one of the US Navy Seals.
I was introduced to my squad after being trained for my new role. Not more than a week later I was given my first non-drill op. Our Op leader didn't give us any information, he wanted us going in blind. Fifteen clicks out into the gulf, we lost contact with base. Our systems went down and my team and I were stranded. My squad leader made the decision to continue on our path and find what we were looking for.
After what seemed like hours, we arrived on the coast of Los Santos. We all split out like mist into the city and became one with the general population. I haven't heard anything from my team or base since... And that was three years ago. Since then I've been picking up random jobs from drug dealers, dealership owners, and some millionaire prick.
While being in town one of my buddies I met introduced me into the Novan Empire. I've really been feeling like a part of a family once again. They've let me exemplify my skills of my training with the army and the navy and I seem to be doing well once again....

XXi Filkins signing off.....

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15th May 2015

http://imgur.com/a/T5LTX
my first installment of my backstory
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I am a Novan. A shock trooper. And family to all novans

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1st Aug 2015

Name: Wentworth Miller ( but people call me Just Wallace, for some reason)
Mother:Unknown
Father:Unknown
Hobbies: Training to fly, Flying, Teaching flying, Dog fighting, Training to dogfight, Fixing Aeroplanes, and more flying.
Licences: Single prop Plane, Dual prop plane, quad prop plane, Large goods plane, Jet engine craft, single propeller Helicopter, Dual propeller Helicopter, Car license, LGV licence, high speed car licence.

I joined the army as a recruit in the Royal Air force, But after our base in afghanistan was destroyed, I took to the sky in a typhoon fighter jet with my flight sergeant, to escape the destruction.  As the only two left , we headed for the nearest safe runway, the HMS Ark Royal,, One of the last two british carrier vessels. From there I was promoted again and again, and became of the best pilots in the RAF. I learned to fly everything, and they paid for all my licences. 

One day on a routine patrol, we got a distress signal from a fighter plane under attack. I left my position to aid them, and upon entering the combat zone , I realised an american f35 raptor was under attack from a russian su-35 superflanker. I shot the bastard down, and escorted the f35 too our naval base in the scottish lowlands. I was dishonourably dismissed for leaving my post. I became good friends with the f35 pilot, and after very little persuasion i left the uk to head to america. Not long after arriving, I ended up in san andreas, a city , the pilot told me, that would provide many opportunities for a pilot such as myself.

Two days into moving to the city, My friend was killed by a a group of russians, who later became known to me as 'hotel moscow'. All he was doing was walking to his plane at LSIA, and they killed him and stole it. I sought revenge. I went digging for weapons, and as I thought i had found a supplier, I encountered the novans. I spoke to the division leader, and I was told they were looking for a man with my talents.I have been a Novan ever since, always looking to better myself. Wyrd bið ful aræd.Fate is inexorable. 

My goal is to lead my own flight squadron, and one day, with the help of the Novans, I WILL get there.
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"From the last plane, to the last bullet, to the last minute, to the last man, we fight!"

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2nd Nov 2015

                                                                Prologue

 


My name is Roxas Kane , and I am a part of The Nova Empire… this is my story.



Me and the rest of alpha were out on a camping trip. We had just taken out another drug lord and decided to take the weekend off. When we made camp and started a fire we started telling stories about our past. Funny ones, sad ones, or ones that just popped onto our head.



When he noticed I wasn’t talking Duck asked, “Hey, Roxas what about you? You’ve been quiet this entire time, and to be blunt we don’t know much about you before you joined the Empire. Why don’t you tell us about life before Lieutenant Roxas?” everyone started agreeing with him then I turned into a weird chant, “Roxas! Roxas! Roxas!”



I yelled at them “shut up before you attract every animal in the woods. You want to know about me before I joined the Empire? Fine, but sit down it’s a long story and once I start I’m not stopping.

“I suppose it all started when I was younger around eight or nine years old. I didn’t know where my hometown was because by this time we were moving around a lot. I didn’t know why at the time all I knew was we were running from something or someone. At this point it was just me and my dad. I was home-schooled and was learning how to survive outside with my dad. I didn’t question because it got me out of doing my homework. I was taught how to wield a knife, a gun, and how to hunt and fight.”

“We tried a regular school once, it didn’t last very long because after the first week of school I was getting into fights with the school bullies and attracting attention, but it wasn’t the fights that made us move. Actually my dad approved of the fights because he always taught me to defend myself whether it was physical or verbal. What actually made us move is I started seeing the same adults all around town. I told my dad about them and he told me to pack my things. We left the next morning. Soon after we were in a new state and I forgot about the mysterious men.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Test

 

Once we settled down into the new town my survival lessons were getting harder and more frequent. At one point my dad put me into his Hummer while I was sleeping and drove miles away from our house. He put me down on the ground with a note and a knife and drove home. When I woke up I was scared because I didn’t know where I was, as I fumbled around I found the note and the knife. The note read:

“Good morning Roxas, this is a survival exercise. You have two days to get home or else you fail. Good luck.”

 

-Dad-

 

My first thought was you sonofabitch. My second thought was I’m glad I decided to wear shorts and a shirt to bed. My third thought was I have no shoes. I picked up the knife strapped it to my arm and looked around. My dad was smart and carried me into the woods on foot so I wouldn’t see the tire tracks so I had no clue where he went. By this point in my life I was 13 years old (Yes my dad carried me, a 13 year old, that far into the woods with no help. He’s that badass).

I didn’t feel like sticking around in the woods so I climbed the highest tree I could find and looked around. I wasn’t too far into the forest, a few hundred meters, I climbed back down and headed to the edge of the forest. Once I got there I found the tracks my dad made and started jogging home. I had gauged it was around noon because my stomach was trying to eat my liver. I weighed my options, either I keep running and probably get a heat stroke, or I can go hunting. I decided to hunt and by the time the sun went down I caught a total of five squirrels, two I ate right after I caught them, and the other three I left for later and started making a camp. I built myself a small lean to and a fire.

 

Alone with answers

 

 

Nothing happened during the night so I woke up early to cook the squirrels for breakfast. After I ate what was left I put out the fire and started jogging. The sun was going down by the time I saw the house. About half an hour later I walked in the front door and called out, “Dad? Dad I’m home!” I walked all around the house and couldn’t find any trace of him. I waked into my room and saw a note.

I stood up and went back into my tent and got the note out of my wallet. I walked back and started reading.

 

Dear Roxas

            I’m sorry we had to move around so much. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you why. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how proud I am of you and how you’ve progressed in your lessons and putting up with me and my “paranoia” as you called it. By the time you read this, because I know you’ll make it back to the house, I’ll be long gone. I’ve arranged for you to be transferred into foster care. Since I probably won’t see you again I’m going to answer some questions you have had over the years that I never answered.

            First up is your mom. Your mom was beautiful, kind yet stern and she had black hair and green eyes. Your mom and I met a few years before you were born. We hated each other at first, me being a smartass and laid back all the time, and your mother had one of those attitudes that you would see in the military, serious all the time and never relaxed. So of course she automatically disliked me and in turn I disliked her. But as we got to know each other more through our job I learned that she only acted like that as an act to seem strong and so the other men would take her seriously.

            Once I learned this I stopped being so hard on her because I was in a higher position, (more on that later), and she opened up to me and we became friends and a year later we were married with you on the way.

            Another thing you always wanted to know is where you were born and what I did before we were always moving. You were born in Los Santos. The same place your mother and I met and where I was born. As for what I did… I’m going to tell you but I just want you to know I’m sorry for all I did and it was because of you and your mother that I left. I was a part of the Russian operation in LS. And what I mean by that is that I was basically in a gang. I made some poor choices and owed some guys money so I started robbing stores and I guess I caught their eye. So they paid off my debt and I joined them.

            I basically did what being in an “organization” sounds like. I robed, cheated, and killed people for them. Every time I close my eyes I see them right before I shot/stabbed them. After a while I became numb to killing and that in turned allowed me to move up in ranks. I got to the point where I was in charge of a part of the city. And that’s when your mom got recruited into my division.

            After we got married and you were on the way I realized I couldn’t bring you up in my world. A world of killing and stealing. So your mother and I made a plan. Once you were born we would go to the cops tell then about what they were doing and get into the WPP (witness protection program) and raise you. What I didn’t know is that we had informants in the LSPD and they told the boss about our betrayal.

             As we were walking out of the precinct we were fired upon by the Russians. Me as paranoid as usual was packing and so I fired back and got you and went back to get your mother. I saw her behind a wall holding her stomach. By the time I got over to her… there was too much blood. She looked at me and told me to get you out of there at all costs. I kissed her told her that I loved her and got in the car with you and drove away.

               By this time I was sitting on the couch crying. Then I laughed at myself because I knew dad would have said to stop being a baby and suck it up. I continued reading:

               I have regretted leaving her there everyday since. I’m sorry you never got to meet her properly and have any memories of her. Well I guess that’s about it, I should wrap this up so I can go drop you off in the woods in a few minuets. I hope you have a good life and I love you.

-Dad-

               As I finished the letter I heard a knock at the door. I folded up the paper and went to the door. It was a woman named Lucy and she was with Social Services I had no job and no where to go so I packed my bags and went into foster care.

 

 

 

I Learn to Help

            Before I was put into the system they asked me a lot of questions, questions such as who I was and when my birthday was. Then they started with the really personal questions like where was my mom and dad? I told them my mom was dead and I had no clue where my dad was and that he is the one who called them. They asked me about where I grew up, I simply answered “there wasn’t a specific place.” They asked me what I meant and I said “we moved around a lot so I couldn’t really grow up anywhere in particular”.

            After the questions I was transferred into a house in Los Santos. The “caretakers” names were Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. They greeted me at the door and told me the rest of the kids were at school, so I went upstairs and unpacked my stuff in the room they said was mine and sat on the bed.

            The room was small and like the other rooms here each kid had his/her own room. I pulled out the letter and read it again and again until the rest of the kids got home. Mr. Taylor called me down to meet them. There were mixed reactions when they saw me because I was big for a 13 year old, it also didn’t help that I had mostly muscle and very little body fat. The boys looked at me like they wanted to jump me, and the two younger girls was behind the one that was my age. They weren’t scared they were just wondering if I was like the other boys.

                There were three boys and four girls. The boys were all older than me and were those white guys you see trying to be “Gangster” and are not doing a very good job at it. Two of the girls were younger than me and one was my age. The guys introduced themselves first, there names were Mark, Tim, and John. The younger two girls were named Lily and Kim. The girl that was my age was named Kiari.   She was actually the daughter of the Taylors. She looked at me, well she looked at me like I was a stranger and a treat to the other girls.

                I said, “hi my names Roxas.” The three girls said hello and went to their rooms to do their homework. When the Taylors left us alone the guys all surrounded me. I tried to walk to my room and they blocked me. “What are you doing?” I said to Mark who seemed to be the leader of their little group. “If you wanna live here you gotta pay us.” I laughed at them and started walking away but Tim and John blocked me. “I must be hearing things because it just sounded like you laughed in my face.”

                I turned around and got up in Marks face and said, “Ha, ha, ha.” I actually heard the knife before I saw it so I grabbed his hand and twisted the knife out of it. It drooped to the floor and I kicked it down the stairs and I put Mark in a headlock. I turned towards the other two and said quietly “walk away or I break his neck.” They backed up and I said to Mark, “Do you make the girls pay too, or is this a onetime thing? Choose your next words carefully.” And he said “no, no man we was just kidding is all. We would never make people pay to stay here.” I let him out of the headlock and him and his friends went into their rooms giving me dirty looks.

                I turned around and saw kiari standing there. “I honestly thought you were gonna get gutted right then. Marks got a bit of a temper on him. You were actually the first one they tried to get money out of in this house. Thanks for putting him in his place.” I said back, “No problem I hate bullies and whether they want to think it or not there is always someone willing to stand up to them.”

  “Well put, by the way nice moves. Where did you learn to do that?” “My dad taught me how before he… before he left.” She said, “I’m so sorry” “don’t worry about it, I actually got something other people like you guys didn’t get that I know of.” She replied, “Oh, and what’s that?” I said “Answers” and walked into my room. Before I could close it she said “hey, by the way my rooms the one right beside yours and dinners at five. Seeya.”

It went on like that for a while me and Kiari talking sometimes and the guys giving me dirty looks. I started school the next week and there were a few more people who tried to get stuff from me, so I put them in their place and told them, “if you don’t stop screwing with people I will personally invert your knees.”   I was basically the bully of the bullies. That’s when I realized that I liked to help people weather it was to protect them from others or they just needed help with their homework.

As the years went by and new kids came and the older boys left, me and kiari got closer and started to like each other but when it was the day before I turned 18 and had to leave the house I brought her into my room and told her that I was going to join the military so I can help more people. At first she was happy for me but then she started crying.

I told her it was ok and she said “no it’s not because I don’t want you to leave.” I said, “I’m going to have to leave tomorrow anyways. I don’t want to leave you either. You are my best friend and I…” “you what?” and that’s when I told her how I feel about her. She stopped crying and looked up at me and we kissed. After that I got an apartment by the docks and settled down until she turned 18 a few months later then she moved in with me. I got a job at the airport and then we got married. Soon after our daughter was on the way and we live a good life for a few years.

 

Alone Again

Then out of nowhere my life changed forever. I was working at the airport, it was a Sunday in May and I had just read in the paper about me convincing a plane bomber to turn himself in. In the paper was my name. Roxas Kane. I didn’t think anything of it at the time so when my shift was over I got into my car and started to drive home. I called Kiari on the way but she didn’t pick up I figured her phone was dead so I didn’t think anything of it at the time. When I got to my house I noticed the Windows were broken and the door was open.  

I ran inside and it looked like hurricane went through it. I went around the house and ended up in my daughters room she wasn’t there so I ran to mine and kiari's room. And what I saw hurt me to the very core of my being. I saw her on the bed… with a bullet hole in her head. I called 911 and sat next to her and tried to resuscitate her. But when the paramedics got their they pronounced her dead.

I went into a rage. I quit my job and from deep into a hole of depression for months one night while I was a was stumbling around drink I ran into an off duty soldier named Justin. In my drunken stupor I tried to take him down when he bumped into me but my reflexes were dulled because of the whiskey. From the ground I looked at him and asked him to please end me. He was taken back for a second and asked why? So I told him everything. At some point during my story he got me up and moved us to a bench.

when I was done I looked over at him and he looked genuinely sorry. He told me that his life also sucked Maybe not as bad as mine but still pretty bad, but then he told me that the military helped turn his life around. It then clicked that even though I wanted revenge I couldn't achieve it how I was then, so the next morning I signed up for the military. And I served 15 long, grueling years on dozens of different countries, and in several different branches of the military. I reached corporal before I left. They wanted to award me medals but I turned it down every time because I wasn't there for recognition, I was there to turn my life around and get the skills needed to get my revenge. When I got back to Los Santos I went looking for my wife and daughters killer.

I remember every stakeout I went on, every lead I tracked down all pointed to the man who ran the Russians. A man named Roscov. He was a sick son of a bitch and had no regard for life ,all be cared about was ruling over people and money. The last op I did by myself, I still haven't decided if it was a failure or a victory because that’s when I met commander.

 

“Well you boys wanted to know my story. So now that I told you I’m gonna go to bed. See you guys in the morning.” I walked into my tent and laid down. Before I passed out I could hear one of them ask commander about how we met and he said, “that was back when we were running security for that prick. I caught him trying to attach a bomb to his car. I pulled him out of there and asked him what he was doing. He told me about his daughter and his wife so I thought to myself, were going to leave Roscov soon anyway why not have another ally when the time comes?”
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I am a Novan. A shock trooper. And family to all novans

Last Edit: 5th Apr 2017 by Ventus
Joined: 9th Dec 2015
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31st Dec 2015

Name: (blacked out)
Known as: Keyser Soze
Service Record:
84 months of combat deployments
3 purple hearts, 19 Army achievement medals, Army Distinguished service cross, and many more.
Highest rank at discharge: Sgt major
Unit: 1AD 1st Brigade 6-1 Cav

(blacked out name) enlisted and served for 10 years in the Army. His training and deployments lead him to many different countries and meeting different organizations. His deployments lead him into Iraq and Afghanistan multiple times. During his last deployment he was there during fighting season. His unit took fire everyday through out the day. IED's and other stuff that go boom. One day his truck took a blast sending him flying from the truck. His legs broke with scrape metal through out his body. Being evac out of the area and moved state side he began recovery while his separation was going through. A year later he passed his PT test and was full combat ready but congress would not instate him back into the army.

After He left the army he joined a black ops group working with the CIA finding and neutralizing extremist groups around the world. One mission which was his last lead him to ship off the coast of Spain. He went in through a mini sub and entered the ship. One by one he killed every member on the ship and tossed them over bored. A storm came in and (Blacked out name) was presumed dead as he went down with the ship.

Years later a man by the name of Keyser joined the Novan empire with a sweat ship I must add(flying the spain flag.) His contact with the Novan empire was when he served over sea's. Now he use his talents serving them as a Cav member  doing what he does best. Recon and killing.
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24th May 2016

Name: Jacob Diddlyham
Age: 20
Current Location: Los Santos City
Previous Criminal Records: N/A
Previous Experience: Master Pilot Degree

I was born in Los Santos to two parents of English decent who had moved there years prior for work. Up until the age of ten my life was rather normal and free of stress. But around that time my father started to degenerate, his work schedule getting smaller, his free time more and more spent at the local bars. Nothing too noticeable yet. When I'd turned 13 my father was laid off. Things began to become considerably darker after that. He spent more time in the bars, and when he did come home it was late, I would either be awoken by the sounds of screaming, yelling, or worse. The soft sobbing ofher mother on the other side if the wall. I knew my father was beating my mother, I could see the bruises the next day, and when whenever he raised his hand, mother would flinch. When he was drunk he was a menace, a thing to be avoided. Definitely not my father...but when he was sober, when he was himself, he was still my father. I came to hate the moments when he was drunk, and rely on the moments he was sober even more.

When I turned 15 my father had disappeared, his absences created quite a stir between me and my mother. We had continuous fights almost every night.

Eventually money started to become tight, I had to pick up a job. Unfortunately 'Cluckin Bell' was the only place that would hire me.

Upon my 17th Birthday I had found out my father passed due to OD. I had gone into a severe depression state knowing it has been 3 years since I last spoke to and heard of him. What really shocked me was the inheritance from my father was extreme. My lawyer had alerted me about the money, I had been told I would have access to it when I turned 18.

Upon turning 20 I had started my training course for my future career in Military. I achieved my Masters Aviations License, and was quiet recently transferred to NOVA, which is where I am now. If it weren't for my father I wouldn't be where I currently am.
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Last Edit: 27th May 2016 by Jacob Diddlyham
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24th May 2016

I had a pretty normal life. I was very athletic as a kid, running, swimming, things of the sorts. When i was 16 my mother walked out on me and my dad. We fell into poverty, moving from place to place and living in the car at some points because my dad couldn't hold jobs for long. after about a year we settled down in a small town in British Columbia Canada. It was my junior year of high school when things went to shit. My grandparents died in a robbery accident. My dad was destroyed. After that came the booze and hookers. His life was over. He started to consult with the wrong people and one way or another at 18 he kicked me out to afford more of the good stuff. I was homeless for three years. But through it all i still kept up with swimming, running, lifting. All the things that made me, me. I met someone at a bar when i was 22, he let me in his home and helped me through the tough times. Treated me like his son. He took me hunting once. I remember shooting the deer in just the right spot. We feasted that night, and the next day he was hit by cancer. I got a job at a firearms dealer. began to know my way around guns. it was two years into his cancer treatment when i was approached by two tall men in white suits, telling me they would take care of him if i went with them. How could i say no? I was taken somewhere blindfolded and i was beaten and tortured for weeks it seemed, i found out later it was four days. They never let me sleep, always waking me up to put things over my head and smack me or dunk my head in cold water. After the torture i was taken into a lab. the rest is lost in time. I woke up with marks all over me stitches and scars. But they soon healed miraculously. They told me i would be faster. They told me i would be stronger. They told me i would be smarter. But it was never the same. The crippling chest pains came two weeks after the operation. Every hour of physical exertion, it would hurt. Coughing blood on doubling over. They gave me a pill to take. To stop the pain. But they couldn't heal the scars on my mind. I am 36 now, working for the Novan Empire. Probably the best decision of my life. I know they wouldn't walk out on me. After they found out about the chest pains, the dropped me. They let me go, and from there i went to the Novans. Don't remember too much about the discharge papers (being that i burned them) but i do remember one name. Jason Reems.
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21st Jun 2016


My Forsaken Past

If you want to know who you are, you have to look at your real self and acknowledge what you see


"we're already the walking dead. if there's anything that makes us different from the real dead, there's only one. living and dying isn't the real issue. if you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. if you don't have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right to the end of the world." - revy

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