Name:
Robert Jackson

Appearance:


Gender:
Male

Ethnicity:
Caucasian, Southern United States American

Birth and Death date:
April 4th, 1841 - July 2nd, 1863

Psychological Profile:
Robert is a man willing to live and die for what he believes in. He's not the smartest, but it doesn't stop him from being determined to reach his goal. He doesn't work too well on his own, he much more prefers having someone or a group of people by his side to support him. He is a tad racist due to his upbringing. Overall he's a brave patriot willing to fight alongside his comrades until the day he dies.

Backstory:
Robert grew up on a Plantation in Northern Florida with his father, mother, sister, two brothers, and his dog. As he grew up he was taught to ride a horse, work farm land, pick and sort cotton, shoot a rifle, and play the Banjo & Fiddle, as did his other siblings. As he grew up he met a lovely girl, and for a while there were rumors of marriage, however her father forbade it and eventually they moved to Texas. Alongside all that, Robert grew up on the plantation, and quickly got used to slavery and racism. Although he is considered racist to blacks, he doesn't believe they should be beaten to death. As he grew up he began to take the spot of his father in beating the slaves, however he wouldn't hit them as hard and sometimes even let them run and say he killed them.

In 1861 Robert joined the 5th Florida infantry in the Confederate army under the control of General Robert E. Lee. Robert took his dad's Remington 1858 revolver and marched off to battle. He fought in the battles of Manassass, Sharpsburg, Antietam, and Chancellorsville. By surviving these battles and proving his worth he was made a Corporal. He then helped General Lee and the other commanders plan the attack at Fredericksburg, and he volunteered to help lead the charge. With the defeat of the Yankees, and them hightailing it out of there, the rebel yell went upwards to the sky signifying to all those remaining they had won once again. Due to this the camp was over joyed and Robert had decided his work was done.

After the battle of Fredericksburg Robert headed home only to find the Yankees had burned his house down and killed his family. When he arrived he found the slaves had been freed, and as he rode his horse around the charred remains of the house he found an entrance and when he entered he automatically saw the horror. His Mother, and two younger brothers had been burned to death. As he stumbled out of the once country home he saw his father on the ground, shot and still alive, but bleeding to death. Robert ran over to his father and took his hand. He then asked his father what happened. His father then explained a squad of Union soldiers found the plantation and started freeing the slaves. His father told his wife and the children to go inside. He then pulled out his grandfather's flintlock and shot a soldier and the rest opened fire on him. Then, Robert's sister, 15, ran out to her father screaming and crying. The Soldiers saw her and grabbed her and took her, but not before they set the house ablaze. Robert's father then looked him in the eyes and with his dying breath said " Go kill those sons of bitches for me, and avenge us son.... I love you." It was then his father died in his hands.

Furious he re-enlisted and rejoined his fellow soldiers and commanders. All were glad to see he had returned, but soon saw he was different. He was no longer the fun loving kid, he was now a hardened, angry man. He was told they would be marching into Gettysburg as a final attempt to invade the north. He had no objections. After arriving on July 1st the battle started almost instantly. It's rumored he got 50 kills on the first day alone. On the second day of the battle, they didn't have the same luck as before. Soon Robert was blown off his horse and escaped crawling into a trench and grabbing a dead soldier's rifle. He loaded it, unbeknownst to him though it was already loaded. When he fired it, it exploded nearly killing him. However, with the energy he had left he found another empty rifle, loaded it, stuck his head out the trench then BAM he's shot in the head, falling to the ground in a trench, never to be seen again. With no family remaining he has no proper burial and dies alone and forgotten, along with the rest of his family. Robert died on July 2nd, 1863, only 22 years old.

Family:
Jonathan Jackson-Father-Age 46-Deceased
Emilia Jackson-Mother-Age 43-Deceased
Robert Jackson-Age 22-Deceased
Samantha Jackson-Sister-Age 16-Deceased
Saul Jackson-Brother-Age 12-Deceased
George Jackson-Brother-Age 8-Deceased

Items:
M1841 Mississippi Rifle, Remington 1858 Revolver, A Saber, Canteen, Blanket, and A locket with a family picture from before he left.