Jansen Lockett, Renegade

Real Name Jansen Lockett
Alignment Renegade
Age 27
Gender Male
Race Homo Sapien
Hair Light Brown
Eyes Hazel
Height 5'11"
Weight 192 lbs.

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Personality
Easily considered by first impressions as a confident figure of power, from his strict upright posture or his confident demeanor when presented new company, there is little that seems to be considered a setback or an annoyance based on his attitude. Each and every spoken phrase seeming to be objective, controlling conversations while being entirely comfortable, not a single syllable even possibly being abrasive or demeaning towards another.

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History
The beginning of this mans life was nothing short of a miracle. The first realization, the first vivid memory of his childhood was looking down upon his mother after returning from his own journey in the wilderness in their off-grid home in the deep South American forests. Adelina, his mother, lay on the floor in a long, simple wrapped white silk dress stained with red. Shocked, confused, his first thought was only to kneel and shake the paled bronze body of his only known family. It was nothing but a corpse, his mother had been murdered in the seemingly short amount of time he had been away.

Twelve years later
Seventeen and graduating high school! The draped gown covering his faded grey jeans and white button up covered in tightly cropped light blue pinstripes didn't show the full form of his physique but the broad shoulders and impressive trapezius' were certainly not hidden. His thick neck, sculpted features, closely cropped light brown hair and hazel eyes certainly made him stand out of the crowd. He was a gym jockey through his school years, and a martial artist as well. When not competing in lifting tournaments or coaching other kids he was busy with amateur Mixed Martial Arts. His well developed, functional physique and honed reflexes had come quickly and at an early age. There was little slouching in the intelligence area as well, in his hand he was holding a dual diploma as well as a National Honors Certification as well as an All-Star Athletics Award. The following Summer would be great, he'd start college for his dual enrollment with a primary in Automotive Engineering and Computer Science.

Ten Years Later
It hadn't seemed long ago that his most important moments were making sure he took at least three tens to his home for a private after-party or making sure the garments of another woman weren't laying around when bringing home the new girlfriend. In front of him was the finished CAD rendering of a cheater camshaft with twelve degrees of the ends of the lobes tapered off for quicker valve movement, slightly longer open times, and preventing a certain amount of exhaust flow reversion in the particular car this was designed for. His eyes were baggy, this had been quite the long week for him with the unveiling of several new turbine designs to vastly improve turbocharger efficiency as well as a staged progressive damper system. Standing, eyes aching from small-printed paperwork and the widescreen on his flat, Sedona Red stained mahogany desk he made his way to the glass wall of his office that gave way in the center, raising on a magnetic lift, to give access to the white balcony overlooking the entrance to his corporate headquarters. The entire building was massive, housing several R&D facilities as well as an abundance of automated production facilities, the backyard was a converted airport with, largely remodeled and constructed as a smaller version of a famous circle speedway that also merged into a tight, technical course in the center depending on the test configuration. The front was certainly impressive though, the grass was a very light, but saturated green that stayed consistent throughout the entire premise which contrasted against the half circle driveway leading to the compound, both entrance and exits open with parking lots on either side, most spots reserved for employees. In the front, next to the bustling road, was the company sign. It was quite sleek and he found it suiting. It had a smaller, wider but short profile and in red and black letters read "GrandSport LLC." He smiled, the hard work had paid off. After work today he'd need to talk with his accountant then prepare for yet another underground fight later that night, a habit he'd taken up during his earlier college years.

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Power Grid
STR: 3
SPD: 3
END: 3
INT: 6
EP: 0
FS: 6

+1 Wealth

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Power Grid Colors
Grid
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Secondary
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If at all possible I'd prefer to make my own grid, I have a very nasty habit of being finicky with things that will represent myself or a group I'm affiliated with.

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Approved.