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Jimmy Tran
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Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
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Age
64 (October 19th, 1955)
Personality
"It is true that we must uphold a certain standard and care for those around us. I don't want to hurt or argue someone else. However, if someone attacks you, you must attack back. If someone steals from you, you must steal it back. What do you Americans call it...? Eye for eye?"
With a life filled with hardship, Jimmy Tran understands that one must be capable of making hard decisions when the time calls. Not one to let tradition go, the man continues to follow Buddhist faith, praying and studying the sutras, as well as only resorting to violence when it is absolutely necessary. However, when pushed far enough, the man may disregard his calm, quiet nature, a tide of rage washing over until the threat has been defeated or problem dissipated.
Physical Appearance
Standing at a meager (for Americans) 5'2" (162cm), and weighing in at about 117 lbs (53.1kg), the Vietnamese immigrant is not very imposing at a glance. Despite his growing age, he looks relatively young considering, with plenty of short, jet black hair remaining. However, pockmarks of grey and white are interspersed along the tips of his hair. Other indicators of his age include several lines of wrinkles across his forehead, sunken eyes, and other blemishes across his face. His eyes, like deep India ink, only seem to shine under the light, the man's expression a mix of stern stubbornness and an intense somberness. In general, he wears a button-up short sleeved shirt and khaki slacks, now that he's retired, though with the winter months, the man has donned appropriate winter-wear.
(Blood Type is B-Positive)
Character Image Link
https://i.gyazo.com/31962c66d6786bf224f9438745d6c5bd.png
In-Character Profession
Construction Worker
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SKS - ORGM_SKS (with sling)
3 SKS Stripper Clips - ORGM_SKSSTRIPPERCLIP
1 box of 7.62x39mm FMJ - ORGM_AMMO_762X39MM_FMJ_BOX
Wedding Ring - WeddingRing_Man
Saw - Saw
Screwdriver - Screwdriver
Lotus Sutra (Koran with Edited name, MG approved)
Biography
Born Trần Đức Tiền to peasants Đức Thọ and Thị Ngọc in a small commune outside the town of Biên Hòa on October 19th, 1955, the young boy was taught to live simply as can be expected of the son of peasant farmers. However the times were a changing; in boycotting elections for the new leader of the State of Vietnam, Ngô Đình Diệm proclaimed the creation of the Republic of Vietnam in 1955. In retaliation, elements of the Viet Minh were reactivated to fight government forces.
From an early age, Đức Tiền felt a strong sense of national pride in the idea of a united Vietnam, free from any foreign power or influence. Such pride was instilled by other boys in his hamlet but primarily by his grandfather, a proud nationalist that had advocated publically against French colonial rule of Indochina many years prior whom had been arrested and tortured as such. Listening to stories of many advocates of revolution from not just Vietnam, but leaders of the French, American, and other revolutions filled the boy’s head with a lust for his own nation’s self rule. Vietnam’s overall reverence of elders and family only deepened his respect for the men his grandfather so obviously admired.
Besides farming, one aspect of tradition that was hammered deep within Đức Tiền were the teachings of Buddha and respect for his elders, family, and others around him. Though generally uneducated and unable to read, his parents, teachers, and a local monk stoked the flames of respect for the Buddhist traditions in the boy, with the latter reading out the Lotus and Heart Sutras to him and others that stopped to listen, detailing the life of Buddha and his teachings and how they affected one’s life and lives thereafter.
As Diem's regime grew stricter, he watched as members of his village began to sympathize more with the cadres and Viet Cong, advocating for replacing the Diem regime with a government more caring of peasants. Any loyalties he may have had for Diem dissipated as his village was herded to a "strategic hamlet", and listened with horror as he arrested and murdered innocent Buddhist in religious protests.
Over the next few years, things grew progressively worse for most peasants. Viet Cong continued to attack ARVN centers in Bien Hoa and other areas, and ARVN in turn arrested and sometimes killed members suspected of being part of the group. In 1965, the first major signs of American soldiers would appear, only further engraining in the the boy’s mind that their government was a mere puppet to foreign powers abroad. Again, he remembered his grandfather’s teachings.
In mid 1967 at the age of 12, Đức Tiền ran away alongside several other friends to join the cause. None of them believed in communism, instead wanting a shift in government, one more kind to the needs of them and their families, and one that would not be yoked by the American desires. They found themselves working in the tunnel system surrounding the town of Cu Chi. Still young, they were initially given duties cooking, caretaking for the wounded, and running supplies and messages where they needed to be.
Not as fast as some other runners and far better with his hands, Đức Tiền found himself working with firearms, repairing parts and fitting them together for fighters, loading magazines and clips and packing them into Chinese and Soviet supplied web gear. Though he was not fighting himself, the boy knew that his efforts were helping to fight for the goal that he knew his family and countrymen had bled decades for; a unified Vietnam.
Though he had received training with M1 Carbines, SKS’ and AKMs, the young Vietnamese would not engage in combat until the final weeks of the first phase of the Tet Offensive. Tasked with running messages from one section to another, he watched as each group he came across dwindled further and further, their forces pushed back harder and harder from their objectives near Saigon.
Though in theory he had been trained to kill, in practice it was not to be. The twelve year old watched in horror from the treeline as his squad moved forward, only to be cut down by enemy fire, their blood staining the dirt road before him. Two managed to avoid the initial bursts and began running back towards him. A tall dark man in green ran out behind them, gun raised. The boy had his sights trained on him, finger on the trigger. “Bắn!” he thought, but hesitated as a more men in green joined the dark man. His comrades fell. He watched, prone and silence, and hung his head in shame.
Đức Tiền returned home. The Tet Offensive was a disaster, and he had his fair share of war.
For seven years the war raged on. For five, the foreigners fought. The last two was only his countrymen, and with each month, the situation for the RVN looked worse and worse. The North claimed victory in the last days of April 1975. Though many feared mass killings at the hands of Communists, these fears were largely unfounded. Hardship followed for many, however, with continued restriction on speech, religion, and the destruction of the local economy, and continued fighting with neighbors Cambodia, Laos, and China.
Disillusioned and dissatisfied with the aftermath of unification and the death of his grandfather and mother, the decision to leave came about in 1981 after the party arrested notable Buddhist leaders and installed a state run Buddhist organization. On the advice of a friend, he boarded a boat and left Vietnam.
He and others on the boat were picked up and taken to a refugee camp in Bidong Island, Malaysia, where he would task himself with learning English to help his chances of relocation. It wasn’t until early 1984, when he was allowed to resettle in the United States.
After a month at sea, Trần Đức Tiền found himself in the hustle and bustle of San Francisco. It wouldn’t be long before he was on a plane for Charlotte, Georgia, however. He had friends and an uncle in the area, whom had left before Saigon fell, and found working under John Nguyen Construction Firm constructing homes and other buildings for the ever growing suburbs around Charlotte. Little Saigon allowed him to keep in touch with other Vietnamese immigrants and refugees, as well as allowed for a place where he could continue to practice his Buddhist faith with ease.
By late 1985, Trần Đức Tiền, known as Jimmy Tran to the average joe, had settled somewhat comfortably in Belmont. With his organization skills and connections, he had made himself useful not only as a contractor, but had attained a position as a manager, helping acquire the necessary tools and materials for the company.
Earlier in the year he had married another Vietnamese refugee, Nguyễn Lê Hòa, a younger woman at twenty four whom had fled with her family during the initial collapse of the Republic. Whilst learning to read in the library, she ran into him and took some interest in Đức Tiền. Having lived in the US for a decade, she helped him learn, all the while the two grew ever closer before finally they agreed to get married several months later.
The two would have three children, two boys and one girl, born in 1987, 1988, and 1990 respectively. Knowing the opportunities that education beheld, Jimmy Tran and his wife attempted to hammer this lesson to each of them. Though at times he struggled as a parent, especially with how different American culture was to how he had been raised, he sought to be a good father for his children and setting money aside to pay for tuition.
Life was relatively good, despite the ups and downs of American life throughout the 80s, 90s, and 2000s. Jimmy obtained his citizenship in the mid 90s and his first son and daughter were able to attend college. The recessions took their tolls and their second son denounced his family, going on to enlist instead of attending college. In 2007, Lê Hòa died of heart complications. The pain of the loss continues within Jimmy.
Slow to react to the outbreak initially, Jimmy Tran was reluctant to leave behind his home and site where he had lived for so long. It wasn’t long before he received a call from his daughter to come stay with him for the duration of the outbreak. With his first son a professor at the University of Michigan and his second son in the armed forces, Jimmy Tran set out by car. However, it wasn’t long before he was forced to continue on foot.
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Jimmy Tran
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Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
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Age
64 (October 19th, 1955)
Personality
"It is true that we must uphold a certain standard and care for those around us. I don't want to hurt or argue someone else. However, if someone attacks you, you must attack back. If someone steals from you, you must steal it back. What do you Americans call it...? Eye for eye?"
With a life filled with hardship, Jimmy Tran understands that one must be capable of making hard decisions when the time calls. Not one to let tradition go, the man continues to follow Buddhist faith, praying and studying the sutras, as well as only resorting to violence when it is absolutely necessary. However, when pushed far enough, the man may disregard his calm, quiet nature, a tide of rage washing over until the threat has been defeated or problem dissipated.
Physical Appearance
Standing at a meager (for Americans) 5'2" (162cm), and weighing in at about 117 lbs (53.1kg), the Vietnamese immigrant is not very imposing at a glance. Despite his growing age, he looks relatively young considering, with plenty of short, jet black hair remaining. However, pockmarks of grey and white are interspersed along the tips of his hair. Other indicators of his age include several lines of wrinkles across his forehead, sunken eyes, and other blemishes across his face. His eyes, like deep India ink, only seem to shine under the light, the man's expression a mix of stern stubbornness and an intense somberness. In general, he wears a button-up short sleeved shirt and khaki slacks, now that he's retired, though with the winter months, the man has donned appropriate winter-wear.
(Blood Type is B-Positive)
Character Image Link
https://i.gyazo.com/31962c66d6786bf224f9438745d6c5bd.png
In-Character Profession
Construction Worker
Would you like your character to start with any items?
SKS - ORGM_SKS (with sling)
3 SKS Stripper Clips - ORGM_SKSSTRIPPERCLIP
1 box of 7.62x39mm FMJ - ORGM_AMMO_762X39MM_FMJ_BOX
Wedding Ring - WeddingRing_Man
Saw - Saw
Screwdriver - Screwdriver
Lotus Sutra (Koran with Edited name, MG approved)
Biography
Born Trần Đức Tiền to peasants Đức Thọ and Thị Ngọc in a small commune outside the town of Biên Hòa on October 19th, 1955, the young boy was taught to live simply as can be expected of the son of peasant farmers. However the times were a changing; in boycotting elections for the new leader of the State of Vietnam, Ngô Đình Diệm proclaimed the creation of the Republic of Vietnam in 1955. In retaliation, elements of the Viet Minh were reactivated to fight government forces.
From an early age, Đức Tiền felt a strong sense of national pride in the idea of a united Vietnam, free from any foreign power or influence. Such pride was instilled by other boys in his hamlet but primarily by his grandfather, a proud nationalist that had advocated publically against French colonial rule of Indochina many years prior whom had been arrested and tortured as such. Listening to stories of many advocates of revolution from not just Vietnam, but leaders of the French, American, and other revolutions filled the boy’s head with a lust for his own nation’s self rule. Vietnam’s overall reverence of elders and family only deepened his respect for the men his grandfather so obviously admired.
Besides farming, one aspect of tradition that was hammered deep within Đức Tiền were the teachings of Buddha and respect for his elders, family, and others around him. Though generally uneducated and unable to read, his parents, teachers, and a local monk stoked the flames of respect for the Buddhist traditions in the boy, with the latter reading out the Lotus and Heart Sutras to him and others that stopped to listen, detailing the life of Buddha and his teachings and how they affected one’s life and lives thereafter.
As Diem's regime grew stricter, he watched as members of his village began to sympathize more with the cadres and Viet Cong, advocating for replacing the Diem regime with a government more caring of peasants. Any loyalties he may have had for Diem dissipated as his village was herded to a "strategic hamlet", and listened with horror as he arrested and murdered innocent Buddhist in religious protests.
Over the next few years, things grew progressively worse for most peasants. Viet Cong continued to attack ARVN centers in Bien Hoa and other areas, and ARVN in turn arrested and sometimes killed members suspected of being part of the group. In 1965, the first major signs of American soldiers would appear, only further engraining in the the boy’s mind that their government was a mere puppet to foreign powers abroad. Again, he remembered his grandfather’s teachings.
In mid 1967 at the age of 12, Đức Tiền ran away alongside several other friends to join the cause. None of them believed in communism, instead wanting a shift in government, one more kind to the needs of them and their families, and one that would not be yoked by the American desires. They found themselves working in the tunnel system surrounding the town of Cu Chi. Still young, they were initially given duties cooking, caretaking for the wounded, and running supplies and messages where they needed to be.
Not as fast as some other runners and far better with his hands, Đức Tiền found himself working with firearms, repairing parts and fitting them together for fighters, loading magazines and clips and packing them into Chinese and Soviet supplied web gear. Though he was not fighting himself, the boy knew that his efforts were helping to fight for the goal that he knew his family and countrymen had bled decades for; a unified Vietnam.
Though he had received training with M1 Carbines, SKS’ and AKMs, the young Vietnamese would not engage in combat until the final weeks of the first phase of the Tet Offensive. Tasked with running messages from one section to another, he watched as each group he came across dwindled further and further, their forces pushed back harder and harder from their objectives near Saigon.
Though in theory he had been trained to kill, in practice it was not to be. The twelve year old watched in horror from the treeline as his squad moved forward, only to be cut down by enemy fire, their blood staining the dirt road before him. Two managed to avoid the initial bursts and began running back towards him. A tall dark man in green ran out behind them, gun raised. The boy had his sights trained on him, finger on the trigger. “Bắn!” he thought, but hesitated as a more men in green joined the dark man. His comrades fell. He watched, prone and silence, and hung his head in shame.
Đức Tiền returned home. The Tet Offensive was a disaster, and he had his fair share of war.
For seven years the war raged on. For five, the foreigners fought. The last two was only his countrymen, and with each month, the situation for the RVN looked worse and worse. The North claimed victory in the last days of April 1975. Though many feared mass killings at the hands of Communists, these fears were largely unfounded. Hardship followed for many, however, with continued restriction on speech, religion, and the destruction of the local economy, and continued fighting with neighbors Cambodia, Laos, and China.
Disillusioned and dissatisfied with the aftermath of unification and the death of his grandfather and mother, the decision to leave came about in 1981 after the party arrested notable Buddhist leaders and installed a state run Buddhist organization. On the advice of a friend, he boarded a boat and left Vietnam.
He and others on the boat were picked up and taken to a refugee camp in Bidong Island, Malaysia, where he would task himself with learning English to help his chances of relocation. It wasn’t until early 1984, when he was allowed to resettle in the United States.
After a month at sea, Trần Đức Tiền found himself in the hustle and bustle of San Francisco. It wouldn’t be long before he was on a plane for Charlotte, Georgia, however. He had friends and an uncle in the area, whom had left before Saigon fell, and found working under John Nguyen Construction Firm constructing homes and other buildings for the ever growing suburbs around Charlotte. Little Saigon allowed him to keep in touch with other Vietnamese immigrants and refugees, as well as allowed for a place where he could continue to practice his Buddhist faith with ease.
By late 1985, Trần Đức Tiền, known as Jimmy Tran to the average joe, had settled somewhat comfortably in Belmont. With his organization skills and connections, he had made himself useful not only as a contractor, but had attained a position as a manager, helping acquire the necessary tools and materials for the company.
Earlier in the year he had married another Vietnamese refugee, Nguyễn Lê Hòa, a younger woman at twenty four whom had fled with her family during the initial collapse of the Republic. Whilst learning to read in the library, she ran into him and took some interest in Đức Tiền. Having lived in the US for a decade, she helped him learn, all the while the two grew ever closer before finally they agreed to get married several months later.
The two would have three children, two boys and one girl, born in 1987, 1988, and 1990 respectively. Knowing the opportunities that education beheld, Jimmy Tran and his wife attempted to hammer this lesson to each of them. Though at times he struggled as a parent, especially with how different American culture was to how he had been raised, he sought to be a good father for his children and setting money aside to pay for tuition.
Life was relatively good, despite the ups and downs of American life throughout the 80s, 90s, and 2000s. Jimmy obtained his citizenship in the mid 90s and his first son and daughter were able to attend college. The recessions took their tolls and their second son denounced his family, going on to enlist instead of attending college. In 2007, Lê Hòa died of heart complications. The pain of the loss continues within Jimmy.
Slow to react to the outbreak initially, Jimmy Tran was reluctant to leave behind his home and site where he had lived for so long. It wasn’t long before he received a call from his daughter to come stay with him for the duration of the outbreak. With his first son a professor at the University of Michigan and his second son in the armed forces, Jimmy Tran set out by car. However, it wasn’t long before he was forced to continue on foot.
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