[hider=Jason "Boy Scout" Jimenez]Name: Jason “Boy Scout” Jimenez (aka “JJ” and “Jimmy”)

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearance: Jason stand at 6'0” weighing 240 lbs. Stout and bulky, Jason has wide shoulders and incredibly thick legs that stand out over his naturally muscular physique. While in his active duty days he was much leaner, he's always been as “mean” as he is today, albeit not as toned as he once was. A naturally resting glare is complimented by a slightly protruding brow and shapely, sharp eyebrows hanging over deep set eyes of dark emerald with golden specks. A straight nose with a divot tip runs down a straight, squared face with high cheekbones, an angular jaw, and freckle line running horizontally under his eyes across his nose. Jason has sandy blonde hair he keeps at about 2-3 inches, brushed up in the non-descriptive modern style with crew fade on the sides. His voice is deep and low yet soft, often mistaken as mumbling when he talks. His accent is a non-locative American accent with traces of southern drawl more noticeable from those that have lived in the south. 

Agency/Organization: DIA Defense Clandestine Activities, rank unknown

Education: Associates Degree (Military Science-Intelligence) – Community College of the Air Force, Associates Degree (Aerospace Physiology and Medicine) – Community College of the Air Force, Bachelors Degree (Intelligence Studies) – American Military University

Background: Jason was born into a low income family just outside the tumultuous wards of inner city Houston, Texas, his father a second generation Puerto Rican citizen and his mother an estranged eldest daughter of a well-to-do caucasian family from Georgia. Before he could recall Jason's father disappeared to the Caribbean, chasing a wild and free lifestyle over the sudden responsibility of an unexpected child. Caught on the fence of social divide within the confines of a very diverse city, a troubling upbringing even for a stable family, Jason had a difficult time not having a consistent father figure in his adolescence. His mother, very much still trying to live the promiscuous socialite lifestyle in the late 80s to early 90s club scene, often left Jason alone for days with family or friends while she partied away. Though incredibly loving and caring, his mother's dependence on partners and on alcohol and recreational drugs presented Jason with too many situations where he had to care for his mother in her inebriated stupors. She went through partners quickly, causing them to move frequently all over town and uprooting any friendships or bonding Jason could establish as a child and into his teenage years. 

Jason has always been a gifted, though socially awkward, individual. Incredibly smart and with an acute social intelligence, Jason was very much aware of the implications and gravity of the situations his intoxicated mother would put them in. Because of his capacity to understand adult subject matter and perspectives he always felt detached from children of his age. Either too awkward, too shy, or just uninterested, Jason had difficulty fitting in while growing up. It didn't help that he appeared caucasian despite his hispanic ethnicity in neighborhoods predominantly occupied by down trodden minority populations. He learned to fight for himself at a young age but it did little to subside the incessant bullying he endured. An angry crier, Jason was teased often for being weak and a “momma's boy”, an attitude and complex that was exacerbated by infrequent visits from his father attempting to make a man out of him by pushing a grandeur of womanizing machismo.

Wanting to please his father for acceptance, or any other partner his mother was dating at the time, Jason took up sports as he aged. Though inheriting athleticism from both parents, Jason's constant feelings of exclusion and loneliness always pushed him away from being successful with his football, swimming, water polo, and martial arts teams. One after another he quit groups the more he realized he wasn't fitting in. This isolationist mentality, coupled with the desire to gain adoration and approval from his elders, pushed Jason to the company of older friends on the fringe of the social spectrum. Outcasts, miscreants, non-conformists – anyone that aligned with Jason's identity of an outlier attracted him immensely. In his early high school years he began to experiment with drugs amongst these crowds, harmlessly with cannabis at first but then progressing to ecstasy, cocaine, mushrooms, nitrous, and salvia. The more psychedelic and dissociative the high, the more Jason enjoyed it. 

During one heavy salvia trip Jason first experienced three dark figures beckoning him to join them. These ominous figures continued to appear during his psychedelic experiences, always appearing behind him, urging him “to come and see”. These three figures always held a sinister nature about them, a ominous aura Jason first concluded was a bad trip, but as these figures continuously showed themselves with the same message, Jason began to wonder if his sanity was intact. Despite numerous recurrences of these beings Jason has dismissed the events as a deep, subconscious manifestation that shows up the way a recurring dream would, but some instinctual notion has kept telling Jason something is direly wrong with these entities. 

It was during this time when the Three began to show up that Jason's mother began to spiral deeper into  a drug addled depression. Hooked on pain killers and eventually crystal meth, Jason's mother withered away and disappeared into the dark, dank existence of a junkie, leaving Jason to fend for himself for the last two years of high school. Jumping between relatives and friends for a home, Jason was determined to break from the cycle his parents had put him within and continued to excel in school until he was admitted into the University of Houston pursuing a criminal justice career, thinking the study was more along the lines of criminology. Quickly discovering he had enrolled in the wrong pursuit, and still uncertain being alone as a young adult, Jason hopped from major to major for two years until severe depression brought his grades down low enough to lose the vital grants and scholarships that were keeping him in college. 

The dream was gone, the cycle unbroken. Jason was now lost. So sure of his place in existence, the naïve expectation of the universe providing, when he fell it shattered his purpose and self identity. From this point on he worked retail and menial jobs, trying to stay afloat during the recession while he slipped more heavily into psychedelics, confident a pattern in the universe would show itself to him. In an intoxicated stupor Jason watched a show on National Geographic about the United States Air Force Pararescue Jumper program. Enticed by the physical and mental demands of the special forces job, the altruistic nature of rescue and recovery, and the elite warrior status Pjs embodied, Jason was enthralled with the idea of joining their ranks. Never before had he imagined playing soldier, but Pararescue seemed to entrance him enough to cleanse his system of drugs and seek out a recruiter. 

The “indoc” program at Lackland AFB, San Antonio was an arduous trial, but one Jason was well equipped to tackle. His previous athleticism and head strong nature pushed him through one of the toughest military courses the US military has to offer, two years later emerging top of his graduating class and assigned to the 24th Special Tactics Squadron in Pope Field, North Carolina. Though the squadron was part of JSOC's elite Task Force 11 Jason's first deployment was much more mundane, running MEDEVAC for coalition forces in Afghanistan RC-S from Kandahar AF. During this deployment Jason began to experiment with recreational Ketamine, using the battlefield pain killer to self medicate. Occasionally he'd sneak wild poppy sap for opium, smart enough to mask his system to avoid being caught. 

Commended for his analytical awareness and natural propensity for the job, Jason was recommended to rotate back to Afghanistan as part of a backup QRF for Task Force 11, attached to the 75th Ranger regiment stationed in Camp Integrity, Kabul. In 2011 Jason's team was called to support a Task Force 11 operation working in tandem with the CIA's Special Activities Division. Hunting an HVT in Ghazni, TF-11 was reportedly stalled in heavy urban fighting within the city and the QRF was deployed to provide combat support and extraction. Upon infiltration via HH-60 the team was beset by an inordinate amount of insurgent resistance. Throughout the night the group fought building to building to get to the pinned down JSOC unit, but upon finding them Jason discovered something afoul.

The main complex housing the HVT was covered in strange symbols and adorned with esoteric shrines, paraphernalia, and was littered with casualties baring strange, gruesome wounds. Strange animalistic calls resonated in the night throughout the firefight but Jason was too focused on triage and defensive to notice the ominous callings. While his team attempted to secure the complex he was attacked by members of the original TF-11, the elite forces turning on the QRF as they seemingly defended the HVT, Abn Haqqani al'Qawarzi. Maddening screams resonated deep within the complex as the fight unfolded, Jason's QRF steadily losing the fight against the comrades they were supposed to be rescuing . In the midst of the carnage there was a moment of sickening awareness, when the rancor of the battle paused and Jason beheld three outlined figures in the main hall of the complex, urging him to come with them. Despite the severity of the situation Jason followed. It was the first time Jason abided the enigmatic beings, the three turning the corner towards the horrible chanting of al'Qawarzi. Turning the corner, Jason beheld the insurgent leader kneeling in the center of an elaborate symbol drawn in blood soaked sand. Before Jason could comprehend what he was seeing a bullet impacted his tactical vest, another piercing into his right thigh. As he fell he returned fire, spraying al'Qawarzi and the TF-11 assailant that had wounded him. The horrendous, bestial sounds ceased with al'Qawarzi's death.
Jason was able to stabilize himself just as dawn broke, right before a larger contingent pushed into Ghazni to relieve the fiasco. 

When the dust settled Jason was pulled from duty to await judicial punishment for what was described as “the apparent willingness to engage and neutralize allied forced in gross negligence as well as a disregard for the objectives and sensitivity of the mission.” Originally being tailored for admittance into TF-11, the JSOC commander outright refused to allow “cannibals” to join his team. Because of the bizarre nature of the operation, as well as some undermining string pulling behind the scenes, Jason was not prosecuted but was kicked out of the 24th Special Tactics Squadron and was recommended for discharge. Because the USAF had spent so much money on Jason it was decided (perhaps from outside influences) that he be reclassified into a new profession. This led him to be reassigned as an Operations Intelligence Analyst assigned to AFSOUTH HQ Davis-Monthan AFB.

For two years Jason sat miserably within windowless bunkers supporting ISR operations in the South and Central America. Though he was brilliant in his analytical work, without the physical application of his analysis Jason felt unfulfilled and bored. To escape this he applied to AFOSI hoping to follow more high-speed operations. Passing the selection process despite failing several polygraph tests (drug use) Jason began to work counter intelligence operations targeting narco and gun running operations in SOUTHCOM. Operating in Curacao, Venezuela, Columbia, Peru, Panama, Ecuador, Guatemala and very briefly in Mexico, Jason established himself as a very successful special agent in the brief two years working in OSI. When it became time to reenlist for a second time he was essentially told he would not be retained. Still marred by the operation in Afghanistan, no commander was willing to redeploy him back into the middle east, and the constant drain of talent of resources to that AOR prevented Jason from pursuing a continually successful career in active duty. Patterns of drug use, though not definitive, was enough for his superiors to question his motives to continue working counter-intelligence in narcotics and reinforced their decision to discharge special agent Jimenez.

Upon the recommendation of his detachment commander Jason applied and was accepted into the Defense Intelligence Agency's Counter-Intelligence division. In 2015, he deployed to Iraq as a special advisor hunting ISIS amphetamine labs in Iraq, Jordan, and Syria. His immediate successes have fast tracked him to the DIA's shadowy Defense Clandestine Service. Throughout 2016 Jason has been training to prepare him for DCS operations, though the nature of his training has him suspect. Rather than focus on clandestine training the DIA has refreshed his advanced medical, intelligence, and counter intelligence training in a more overt capacity, as if he was being prepped for a different joint tasking...

Personality: Jason lives two lives, his professional life and his “real” life. A lifetime of shallow relationships, brief intimacy, and constant upheaval has ingrained an “at arms length” complex within him. Those he's let close have always let him down or have taken advantage of him, so he's hesitant to express his deeper feelings and emotions out of fear of rejection, misunderstanding, and punishment. In constant fear of being caught for his habitual drug use, a habit he sees as harmless at worse and enlightening at best, he tends to severely limit his out of work interactions with his colleagues. This has recreated a vicious cycle where Jason longs to be accepted, adored, and loved but is incapable of overcoming his fear of rejection and punishment to allow him to do so. This emotional paradox manifests in chronic depression and low self-esteem, one he self medicates with drugs to continue his self destructive circle. 

Though his performance has always been exemplary his bad habits have caused frequent disciplinary actions for tardiness, insubordination, and unprofessional relationships (the casual kind). Despite this, he has never been formally caught, leading Jason to take more and more risky endeavors the more his anonymity reinforces that he's too smart to get caught. Coupled with his longing for acceptance and inclusion, Jason tends to gravitate towards broken people to fit in with his own. Promiscuity naturally filters into his private life, always chasing the brief sexual satisfaction of casual or anonymous sex to give him a false sense of acceptance and love. Nothing meaningful comes these relationships, and so the self destructive cycle continues.

While he often spirals into his own flaws and their repercussions, his belief that life has something promised for him keeps him motivated to excel, as if his success is a preordained path to the happiness he longs for. Whether this is false or not he still musters the work ethic that precedes him. Professionally he is cordial, his veneer of grim disdain easily broken into humorous quips or light-hearted conversation. People that work with him get a conflicted sense that he cares deeply for the people around him but never connects with them. While he does care deeply for his colleagues, it's based on the want to have said coworkers accept him for who he truly is, and subconsciously his efforts for his coworkers is attempting to pave the way for acceptance. 



Skills:
Gifted(+5): First Aid, Awareness
Adept(+3): Interrogation, Marksmanship (long guns), Military Science
Average(+2): Surgery, Marksmanship (hand guns), Criminology
Novice(+1): Persuade, History, hand to hand, SERE

Languages: Pashto, Arabic, German, Portuguese, Spanish. All  base level besides Spanish and German.

Connections: David Rickshaw, Commander AFOSI FIR OL-B (detachment focused on special activities in central and south America).
Kilana Villanueva, Columbian narco (CIA asset unbeknownst to Jason) that has an extended network of trafficking contacts in central and south America. 


Weaknesses: 

The Three: These beings have consistently appeared to Jason, mostly when in the depths of a heavy trip, but infrequently in his dreams (and once in person in Afghanistan). Though indifferent in their interaction with Jason, the three hold a sinister aura that portends a dark fate for the man. Whether engendered from his subconscious or from a more dire origin the Three are watching Jason, waiting for his fate to unfold. 

Looking for Love in the All the Wrong Places: Jason has never fit in and the abandonment he endured as a young adult has led him to reach out for unhealthy expressions of intimacy, chasing shallow relationships where base things such as sex and mutual inebriation briefly fill the hole bored into his soul. He has a hard time saying no to a pretty face that's into him, and a harder time letting anyone into his emotional state (or maintaining deep, long term friendships and relationships).

Illusions of Destiny: Fostered by his mother's insistence they were both psychically developed and special, reinforced with his career successes and the periodic appearances of the Three, Jason believes deep down inside existence has something planned for him. He believes he's meant to be great, that he's inherently destined for an ambiguously positive life. While this isn't a weakness outright, shattering that perception could destroy his mental integrity. He may be meant for something, but he foolishly believes it's for good...

Depression/Addiction: Because of his tumultuous upbringing, lack of social interactions, and consistent anxiety and stress from his alternative life style, Jason has developed depression that he self-medicates (and exacerbates) with drugs. Without them available he becomes incredibly moody, irritable and aggressive. While his addictions aren't as physiologically habit forming as of yet, mentally he's addicted to the altered state of consciousness to escape the unprocessed emotions stemming from his depression and trauma.  

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: 
Clothing: Casually he usually wears straight leg or loose blue jeans, T-shirts or plaid button downs under a black or leather jacket. He has several black and gray slacks, solid colored dress shirts and simple dress shoes. Never dress overcoats, as his large stature makes fitting them difficult. 
Weapons: Kel-Tec KSG with foregrip, HK45CT .45 semi-automatic handgun
Tools/Equipment: A wallet complete with legal identification, $150 cash, and a pre-loaded debit card linked to a fake name (to buy drugs or withdraw money), Notepad and pen.
Misc: Plethora of recreational drugs (Psilocybin mushrooms, MDMA, Cocaine, 2C-B/I, LSD, Mescaline, LSD, LSA, assortment of opioid pain killers, Ketamine) 

Operational Clothing/Equipment: 
Clothing: Baggy khaki cargo pants, solid black t-shirt, tactical vest with front and side accessory pockets, non-descriptive baseball cap and comm headset. 
Weapons: An HK417 w/ an Elcan Specter DR 1x/4x optic, extended mag and foregrip, HK45CT .45 semi-automatic handgun, Kel-Tec KSG semi-automatic shotgun with foregrip. Combat knife with hollow handle (simple survival kit inside).
Tools/Equipment: NVGs, suppressor for both HK weapons (hand gun supressor on-the-job only), BATDOK digital medical system integrated w/ Samsung S5 smart phone, battlefield trauma kit, secure laptop cleared for TS/SCI and a DIA field satellite connection system (to get classified in remote locations).[/hider]