<strong>Name:</strong>Jason Jefferson.<br/><strong>Character Type:</strong>Indoctrinated.<br/><strong>Age;</strong>31<br/><strong>Physical Description and/or image: Sex:</strong>Male.<br/>(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MR53bEnnqVU/TEYCbvc4C3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/iYJxRmeXvpc/s1600/Dean-Winchester--dean-winchester-69977_600_900.jpg)<br/><strong>Sexual Preferences:</strong>Straight.  (Check O/O page for more.  Both the one you make by clicking the link at the top and the one listed in the sig lol.)<br/><strong>Skills:</strong><em>Hand to hand combat experience.</em>Military training, the best the Marines could offer a man like JJ.  A natural brawler, Jason trained extensively in many forms of combat until he went home a couple months ago.  Even so, he still trains regularly against a punching bag....or the occasional soul sucking demon from Hell.<br/><br/><em>Marksmanship.</em>Sniper rifles are his specialty, but Jason is proficient in many firearms and knows how to take them apart, as well as putting them together, blindfolded if challenged though he's not as fast as some people are.  Even so, he prefers to pick his targets off at a distance, but if the need arises, he loves to the weight of a pump action shotgun in his hands which he's quite deadly with.  Too many FPS games will do that.  (lol.)<br/><br/><em>Hacker.</em>He's a computer whiz, having been born around them pretty much.  He started hacking when he was twelve years old, nothing big, just to see if he could get away with it.  His dad taught him everything he knew, and Jason went from there.  Nothing malicious, but information was his specialty and getting it is second nature for him, no matter the source.<br/><br/><em>Mechanical engineering.</em>When he wasn't hacking, Jason loved tinkering with anything and everything that moved on wheels.  Car maintenance was a favorite pastime of his, although he did get into a little trouble when he hotwired a car and drove it off into a ditch, at a slow speed thankfully or he wouldn't be around now.  That was when he was 13, and his first driving experience to boot.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>JJ, as he was often called as a kid growing up, had a regular childhood for the most part.  No brothers, a single parent that treated him well despite their rocky start.  Mother died giving birth to him, but Dad had gotten on well enough afterward.  A well paying job in the construction business, old man Jefferson might have worked long hours but he always made time for his kid, his one and only joy that he had left in the world.  That gave JJ plenty of time between school and time alone, to get into computers, mostly just picking up the tools of the trade of a hacker at a young age, his keen mind helping him along to keep ahead of those that decided to fight back.  He went after sites that promoted hatred of any kind, destroying them with well placed viruses as well as Trojans, bugs, and other nasties he could cook up, all at the same time of covering his tracks, making it seem he was never there, earning him the nickname Ghost among other hackers, no one suspecting he was just a kid.<br/><br/>Joining the military, more specifically the Marines, just like his old man had before him, Jason left town right after high school graduation, leaving with a perfect academic record, all straight As.  He stayed in from 18 to the age of 25, having earned an honorable discharge.  It was when he came home that he found out the horrible truth of the world, and that it had far more shadows than he ever could have imagined.  War was hell, and he thought he was leaving it all behind.  Rumors of a strange woman popping up in town became prevalent when he moved back into his father's home, but he had thought nothing of it at the time until she came to their house.  JJ was out with a few old friends from his school days, so he didn't see what came into their house until he got home shortly after it was too late, and his father near death, in his own bedroom, looking like a gaunt skeleton.  The woman, a full fledged demon from Hell, a succubus, was firmly planted on his father's dick, riding him for all she was worth and sucking the life out of him at the same time.  His father had apparently tried to fight her off, but it had been no use.<br/><br/>The woman had wings like a bat, horns that curved to the back of her head, and dusky gray skin with red fire like hair falling over her shoulder blades.  His father saw him and couldn't even shout a warning as he climaxed one last time before turning to dust, and the bitch demon from Hell climbed off and turned towards the son.  "Oh, such a strong little man aren't you?"  Her voice seemed to caress Jason's ears, as if she had her lips to them, and despite the horrible scene he had just witnessed, his groin responded long before the rest of him caught up.  "I've had my fill for the night, but I think I might come back for you later."  With a laugh that chilled his bones, Jason watched the succubus disappear in a flash of fire and smoke, leaving Jason with the dust that used to be his father on the bed.  That was the start, and he has yet to find that 'woman', but he knows what is out there and he's made it his personal mission to kill every single one of the bastards he comes across.<br/><br/>Driving his father's car that he and him had put together from scratch, and purred like a kitten for that matter, JJ left it all behind that terrible night without a single word, burning down the homestead in the process since his father would have wanted it that way.  The car his dad had started with his own, and had kept it up pretty well, and it was Jason and his own father that finished it up.  It was the only thing that he had left that wasn't either stolen, made from scratch, or otherwise faked in some form or another.  It was the only thing he kept that was truly his and his family.  And...it was the only thing that he could have bore to take with him without breaking down into tears.<br/><br/>For money, he does fix things when he's asked, for the right price, but otherwise he usually commits credit card fraud, hacking rich people's bank accounts, among other things, although he hates to do that since it leaves a trail.  Beyond that, the occasional odd job helps to keep food in his stomach and ammo in his weapons, as well as gas in the tank of course.<br/><br/>(http://static.dailystrength.org/groupfiles/2/5/4/5/10005452/g_244654681.jpg)