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[b]Appearance:[/b] Jason is a tall young man, American by ethnicity. His skin is a fair olive color, neither tan nor pale, and his build/physique is about the form of a young man that was into sports and stuff before he left home, where he began exercising regularly. AKA, muscular, albeit not at a body-builder's level, since he felt that would be really, really gross. His hair is sorta messy, yet short, being black in color. It's not really something you write a paragraph over; short, messy, and cut lower on both sides. His eyes are a dark blue color, almost black in certain lightings. His attire, as seen in the pic, is rugged dark jeans, sturdy, dark brown, almost black boots. Those are the things he never changes, only washing them when necessary. Then, there are his tanktops/wife-beaters, which varies based on their level of cleanliness and scent. All are usually a light gray or something, he doesn't care. Then, there's his coat. Dusty, road-worn black, around knee-length, with a dark red interior. Unbuttoned, all the time, and the Union flag is sewn in on the shoulder. A gift from his grandma.
[b]Name:[/b] Jason Stowe
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Class:[/b] None.

[b]Personality:[/b] Meet Jason...an asshole. Not really...but sorta. Eh, not really. Laidback and jaded, he's a pretty chill guy, seemingly not affected by this entire apocalypse. He carries himself with a natural confidence that befits someone of his stature in the world...eh, actually, his stature in the world's pretty shit all things considered, but he doesn't care. He's young, all things considered, and holds a lot of anger in his heart - probably from his past. Spite is a sin, and he sins quite often; Jason would leave you alone, in front of the zombies, a raw steak in your hands, if you piss him off enough, or if you're a bigger dick than he is. Quick, sharp wit - honestly, you won't win in an insult or word battle with him - he is rather neutral and 'Idgaf' with society, since he sort of left that whole life alone a while ago. This leads to him being quite apathetic and ruthless, but if something sticks, it sticks. He has a dark humor, although, despite the vulgarity of some of his jokes, it's also undeniably funny...in a morbid, 'I really shouldn't be laughing' way. Jason will not let anyone walk on him, and he's very rebellious to any designated 'authority' figures, which is why THE MAN banned him from a lot of smaller towns across the world. Something about graffiti and property damage. Hah.

[b]Background:[/b] You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Oh...you would? Ah...it will be revealed in due time, Padawan.

[b]Skills:[/b] Growing up in a very dangerous, ghetto neighborhood, Jason is a scrapper, through and through. Although he had never learned a rigid, noble fighting art, he was pretty damn good at just simply beating ass, rather than going through Katas or forms. His instincts are some of the best, and this, combined with his tolerance to pain, makes him an extremely dangerous fighter close-up, although he finds that using his fists against zombies are stupid, and usually just swings something hard at them to make 'em shut up. 

Going past, this, he was in auto-shop back in school, and is an expert when it comes to rewiring things, fixing vehicles, and other grease-monkey stuff. This also goes hand-in-hand with his ability to drive stick, and other vehicles. Had to use a few guns in his line of 'work', so he's pretty good with those. A crack-shot, if you will. So, to put it in three words. His skills: Close Combat, Vehicle Repair/Driving, and Firearm usage. 

He's not that bad at prolonged strategizing; throw him in a herd of zombies and he'll figure out a way to work it to his advantage, but plant him inside of a house, throw a map, and get some zombie figurines? He won't know what to do with it. Was never one for chess, after all. Similarly, he tend to piss people off; more specifically, rigid, authorative figures such as police officers and most of the people in Japan. His brusqueness when dealing with both living people and zombies can also turn a few people off, and not in a sexual way.

[b]Weapons:[/b] He went through quite a few weapons, just grabbing whatever sturdy thing he could find as he traveled through this god-forsaken city. Right now, after holing up in a hardware store, to get some 'Gorilla Duct-Tape' for future needs, he found a machete and hammer. Well, a lot, but for the sake of lightness, he 'stole' one of each and got the Hell outta there. 

[b]Relationships/Friendships:[/b]
Melissa Twist - His childhood friend. They parted ways a few months ago, when he dropped her off at Canada for her sister's wedding. He has a feeling she's dead.

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