Jason "Winchester" Mitchell

Real Name: Jason Mitchell
Renegade/Hero/Villain Name: Winchester
Title: The Red Scurge
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: None
Eyes: None
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 800 Lbs
Blood type: Motor Oil

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Personality:   Jason is a action-oriented soul. While being attracted to action on the front line, Jason prefers to be in a commanding position from which he can oversee and run the entire operation.

He has a commanding presence, an innate power and even a regal air about himself. Jason is a born leader and others will tend to automatically look to him for leadership and direction in times of need. His raison d’être is to assume command and take charge, not just being the ultimate decision-maker but also the one who takes ultimate responsibility.

Jason tends to see the world around them as his own personal chess-board — and others are pieces to be moved about. He has a knack for orchestration and tactical manoeuvring, and is happy  making far-reaching decisions that affect many people.

When in combat Jason is completely autonomous, powerful and responsible, in charge of both themselves and their surroundings to good effect. He can achieve unity of effort and synergy of action, empowering others to achieve great things.

People who don't know Jason on a personal level tend to see him as more like a puppet master, merely “playing” people as pawns for his own selfish ends.

Jason appeasr to be in full possession of himself. Internal conflict is not something he struggles with very often. Self-assuredness is part of his very nature. Self-doubt is almost unknown.

This might sound great, but it means that Jason has little insight into the inner struggles of others. He can be terribly insensitive to things that make most people feel uncomfortable.

History:  Once, Jason was a sailor commissioned by the Helldivers to explore the uncharted reaches of the sea. This expedition took him deep into unknown waters where he and his crew found a vast section of black oozing liquid that none of the crew could identify. Though their job was to investigate anything new that they found, no man aboard was willing to brave the murk except Jason. Only moments after he donned the hulking diver's suit and climbed over the ship's rail, something lurking in the muck grabbed hold of him. He clung to the side of the ship, but the thing below pulled him fiercely, rocking the entire ship. The other sailors grew afraid and made a terrible decision. As he stared and pled for help, they wrenched his grip free of the rail. He tumbled into the ink, grabbing the anchor in futile desperation. Dark tendrils enveloped him and he could do nothing but watch as the dimming outline of his ship faded away. Then everything went black.

When Jason awoke, he was something... different. The great iron suit had become a seamless shell around him, concealing whatever awful truth lay inside. All the details of his memory seemed fuzzy and indistinct but one fact remained clear: he was left here, alone in the sunless depths, to die. In his hands he still clutched the anchor that belonged to the men who had condemned him. Having no other purpose, he took this clue and trudged - too heavy to swim or run - in search of answers. He wandered without direction or sense of passing time in what felt like an eternal dream. By the time he stumbled upon the shores of Massachusetts, he could find no traces of the man he was. No house, no family, no life to which he could return. Terrified sailors who'd heard his tale directed Jason back to the Institute, but everyone refused to relinquish the names of the others they commissioned. By then Jason had mastered the powers of his suit, combined with his intelligence and training as a Navy Seal he saw an opportunity to discover and punish those responsible for the time and life he lost.

Power(s):
- Vast intellect
- Superhuman Strength
- Superhuman Speed
- Superhuman Endurance
- Well trained in many forms of hand to hand combat as long as most small firearms

Grid:
Intelligence: 6
Occult: 0
Strength: 6
Speed: 6
Durability: 6
Ability: 0
Fighting Skills: 6
Magic: 0
Spells: 0
Flight: 0
Wealth: 0

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