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Name: Jack Roman
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Physical Description:

-standing at 5' 11" 187lbs, Jack has an athletic build slimmer than most. Right now hes wearing the pants and boots from a dead guard and a dark blue longsleeve shirt. (same in pic)
-His torso is littered with scars and various wounds that never healed properly over the years including a cracked, warped rib just in front of his heart that took a 38 special round in which still resides there between the bone.

Equipment: Bare minimum right now, whatever he could grab before he got out of that prison.

-1 Sig P227 .45acp pistol holding 12 rounds of ammo
-1 extra mag with 12 rounds of .45acp
-1 Metal baseball bat with its hollow shell filled with dirt and sand to make solid.
-1 metal shiv (scrap metal with cloth wrapped on one end)
-1 med messenger bag filled with:
-2 rolls of toilet paper
-1 Zippo lighter (no fuel)
-50$ Cash (american)
-3 small cans of Vienna sausages
-2 cans of pepsi
-His orange jumpsuit with "PRISONER" on the back. And a white(ish) T-shirt.

Updated inventory: N/A

Skills:
Street smarts- Living in the slums of brooklyn taught him to survive on bare minimum while also capable of defending himself when necessary. He can build minor tools out of pretty much garbage.

Athletic- Not much to do in jail except work out and think, and being stuck in there for 10 years gives you plenty of time to do both.

Basic pistol training- Before he went to jail he often kept a 9mm with him at all times. The .45 he got off a dead guard is a little different but just as comfortable.

Lockpicking and hotwiring cars- One of the reasons he got locked up. Too bad he don't have any tools yet.

Personality: To be portrayed in game

Bio: Spending most of his life in the Brooklyn projects shaped the man he is (was) today. Running with local gangs just to survive and boosting cars for chop shops to pay for groceries. He wasn't after "the high life" he just wanted to get by. One thing he always stayed away from was drug dealing, too many problems in it and way too morally fucked up in his opinion. People could always buy more stuff, get new cars, and pretty much replace whatever he's stolen or robbed from them and not be ultimately life altering, but handing some "customer" a baggie of dope is something you can't recover from. Other than that, his priority was himself and only him. No kids, no living parents, not even a girlfriend (at least not a steady one). Ironically this also made him the perfect patsy for a job in upstate New York.

The job was simple. 3 cars in some wealthy guys garage, 3 man team.... only needed 2 cars. They forgot to tell him that the "third" man was the distraction. Telling Jack to steal the third car apparently equipped with Lo-jack. About a mile down the road the car shut itself down and locked him inside. By the time he managed to break the window and crawl out he was already surrounded by five-Oh.

.... that was almost ten years ago, almost out early for good behavior until those fucking creatures came and really screwed shit up. Forcing a lockdown which proved to be a death sentence for some of the guards and even some of the prisoners, yet a godsend for Jack which managed to get himself locked in solitary confinement just before those.... "things" got through. Figuring that quarter inch of steel would help keep all his limbs long enough for him to die of starvation. Almost to the brink of death when one of those creatures somehow pressed the main gate release. Jack managed to take out two of those creatures with hit and run guerrilla tactics and a makeshift shiv. After eating his fill of whatever was left in the kitchens, he grabbed whatever he could and got the fuck out of there.

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