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NAME:
Glenn McGallager
DOB:
10/30/1989
P R O U D A M E R I C A N
BIO:​

Before the Combine took Earth, Glenn McGallager was a nurse in Philadelphia, treating wounds in an overworked hospital that never had enough supplies. He was good at keeping people alive, but when the invasion came, survival meant something else entirely. The city fell within hours, and what followed was years of occupation, brutality, and despair.


Glenn refused to stand by while his people were crushed. He joined the Patriots, a rebel faction that fought back from the Outlands, using stolen medical supplies and guerrilla tactics to keep hope alive. He wasn’t a soldier, but he became one by necessity—learning to fire a gun as well as he wrapped a bandage. The Patriots operated in secret, striking Combine patrols, aiding refugees, and sabotaging infrastructure when they could. But resistance always comes with a cost. When the Combine raided one of their hideouts, Glenn barely escaped with his life, only to be caught in an anomaly—one of the strange, unnatural rifts that sometimes opened without warning.


In an instant, he was gone.

When Glenn regained consciousness, he wasn’t in Philadelphia anymore. The air was dry, the sun blinding—he had been thrown across the world, landing somewhere near the Caspian Sea. Alone, dehydrated, and disoriented, he wandered through the ruins of a dead world until he stumbled upon another band of rebels, survivors eking out an existence in the wasteland. They weren’t the Patriots, but their struggle was the same. He patched up their wounds, shared what he knew, and in return, they gave him a place among them.


Now, Glenn fights with a new group—one trying to carve out freedom in the remnants of civilization. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever see his old comrades again, but as long as there are people to save and a fight worth fighting, he won’t stop.

RELATIONSHIPS:
Trusts | Friends | Likes | Neutral | Dislikes | Hates | Enemies
Lucas Leavitt
You are one tough son of a bitch, I hope you know that. I got a feelin' you know that I always don't agree with you, but you are the backbone of this little outfit. You make me proud, fellow American.
Demitra Kuryakin
Some giggly Ruskie sort. Your antics are a little juvenile, but, I hate to admit, much needed. You treat Lucas right, y'hear?
Dammit, this is probably killing him inside. Rest easy, kid.

18125 "Banana Boy"
I will put you out of my misery, you fungus fuck.
Chance Vice
This fella always has a quip ready- wears a radio pack, but I never seen him use it. He gave me a gun, so that makes him alright in my book.
Brooklyn McGowan
Lady, you got some issues. I don't know much about you, but the way people talk about you makes me think you weren't always like this. I hope my patch job on your face heals up nice.
Maddison Whitney
You quirky, drug-addled, piece of work. You played the sycophant well, but now it's time to grow up and take charge of your life. I'll help you if you need it.
Dr. Thekla Schwarzkopf
Some tall German lady that knows a bunch about aliens. I feel like she's hiding something. Given her backstory, it's more likely than one thinks.
Monika Orvos
Another unit on the run. Seems like their kind is a dime a dozen these days. She used to be a physician. I won't say no to more help around here.

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