I ain't ever lettin' myself be ruled again. 1998. A child entered the world in an Alabama clinic, born to parents Fenton and Abigail. The parents christened the child in a Protestant church as Jett Millard, free of the devil's influence. As he grew, Jett became a scrawny, nerdy child obsessed with science-fiction who possessed a gift for writing. Abigail Millard passed away from an epileptic seizure in 2008. The passing of his wife destroyed Fenton Millard, who began nursing an alcohol dependency as he withdrew from his duties as a father. Some years later, a dejected and aimless Jett fled his Alabama home, hitchhiking across the state on a journey towards nothing. When the toil of Black Mesa tore open the skies, Jett, 14, was thrown into an education camp alongside other children. Quiet and distrustful of the newly-present Combine, Jett was bullied by other children for his lack of loyalty. Jett fell into scraps with his peers frequently, who cemented his hatred of authority with every ounce of judgment they gave. Years in the camps made the scrawny boy with his nose in a book disappear beneath the visage of a harsh, frustrated young man with scarred knuckles and broad shoulders. When the Citadel fell, Jett and hundreds of others poured into the outlands, eager to finally live free. He bounced between odd jobs and the life of a criminal, struggling to reconcile the pain of his youth. Robbery and assault marred his record, and eventually the emerging US government sought to have Jett tried before a judge. Faced with jail time, Jett fled to the west. Years of wandering dropped him in the town of Silver, a fledgling Nevada township far from the influence of any governments. There, Jett felt he could finally begin to make a life for himself as a free man. But not a soul in Silver, Nevada could anticipate the coming of the Bureau. Jett is a kind, creative soul inhabiting an angry, imposing body. Quietly he writes, scrawling poems and prose whenever he can, though the demands of the outlander life and the frustration of his youth stunt him greatly. He struggles to speak up, rarely disputing things he doesn't like. The few times he does speak up, he often resorts to using his fists instead of his words. Jett wants to be heard, not feared, but he doesn't open up to anyone except his journal and doesn't readily trust other people.