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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
They believe in how much you believe. And yeah, the eyepatch looks cool. Don't worry.
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.
They say you're back from the dead. But if you ain't "our" Demitra, who are you? Damn, I'm too sober for this.

18125 "Banana Boy"
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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
You've mellowed out some. Good for us.
Maddison Whitney
You're alright, kid. Those drugs will kill you, though. But you're comin' along.
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.
I heard you helped put down 181. Nice work, slick.

Denford Ambrose

Shit, never thought I'd ever meet a decent rogue unit before. I'm sorry about what happened in that Bunker. I wish I could've been there. I might've made a difference- I'll never know.​