Robert Jackson

Character Name: Robert Jackson

Nickname(s): RJ, Killmanjaro

Race: Ghoul

Sex: Male

Age: Born 2041, age 242

Birthplace: Washington D.C



Height: 6 ft 0 in

Weight: 92 kg

Eye Color: Pale Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style: Falling Out

Facial Hair: None

Skin Color: Used to be a pale white, now it is rotting off, revealing muscle in areas.

Build: Muscular

Distinguishing Features: Less raspy voice, rather well equipped.



Profession: Survivor

Skills: Guns, First Aid,

Training: United States Army Training, 200 years of living in an apocalypse.

Other Abilities: Fairly good marksman

Apparel: Prototype Armor System


Weaponry:


Other Equipment: First Aid Supplies, Food



Affiliation: Ex-United States, Now himself

Religious Belief: Christian

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Robert is a lot like a hermit, only leaves his cabin to get supplies. He's doesn't talk to people often, and when he does, it's usually him yelling at raiders that are shooting at him. He often talks to himself.

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Robert Jackson was born before the Battle for Anchorage, in 2041. His childhood consisted of socialising with friends, trying his hardest at school, and a bit of physical fitness on the side, with the great game of baseball. He was his team's designated batsman, and he was damned good at it, too. He wasn't too bad a runner, either. His father was a U.S Army Veteran, and while retired, he showed his son the proper procedure for handling a firearm, and also took him hunting, a sport which no doubt strengthened his skill for his career.

Straight out of school, Robert enlisted with the U.S Army, and aced the boot camps. Although he was not used very much, he enjoyed the lifestyle of the army. Up at 6, barracks maintenance, inspection at 6:30, breakfast at 7, training rest of the day. He did hone his skills at this point, but he didn't see any real combat. Not until his next assignment; Anchorage.

Robert spent the rest of his military career in Anchorage, Alaska. He saw combat nearly every day, and suffered some wounds of his own. In 2068, he was stabbed in the leg, and it narrowly missed the muscle, and within the end of the month, he was in fighting shape. He was patriotic, and foolish, often seeking the glory, this account dimmed that passion a bit. He gained the name Killmanjaro here, when he singlehandedly took out two Crimson Dragoons with his sniper. He was barely able to make out their silhouettes, and he used that to his advantage, and left them all dying in the snow of Anchorage.

Once Anchorage was reclaimed, Robert found little use in the Military, so he retired from the the U.S Army. There, he rekindled his love for hunting, buying many weapons for hunting. Once the thought of atomic war reached into his mind, he began to reach more into the military-grade weaponry and armors. By the time the bombs dropped, he managed to locate a Marksman Carbine, a 10mm Pistol similar to those he used in Anchorage, and he began using his Trench Knife. He also found a complex armor system, made by a black market group, it is painted camo white, and has night vision, a gas mask, and hydration pack.

Once the bombs dropped, his small hunting shack, while just out of the radiation zone, Robert had to frequently go into the heat to get supplies, often taking small rations, which made him go more frequently, which surely added to his ghoulification, the effects of which he didn't start seeing for a few months. He was sure he was dying when his flesh started falling off, convinced he had leprosy, or some other disease. After a while, he just began to live with it. Within the next fourty years, Robert was suprised he didn't feel any weaker then he was when the bombs dropped.

At about this time, Robert began hunting for food, instead of scavenging, he ate whatever he could find, as he could not be affected by the radiation, and he often drank from an irradiated spring near his home.

At around 2200, he began seeing raiders and bandits in Canada. Robert's initial approach was the approach the U.S would use for unknown forces, which was indeed useless, they just shot at him, which led to Robert killing them. After a few months, Robert got accustomed to their appearance, and often killed them before they knew he was there. He began to collect intelligence on them, and he came to the conclusion that they were savage, addicted, delusional bandits, and required a swift death.

Once he acquired building supplies, he started to fortify his shack outside of Vancouver. These improvements consisted of window barricading, tripwire, landmines, and a mannequin outfitted in all-black combat armor, and holding a minigun.