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Name: Jason Barrow

Alias: "Duster"

Age: 21

Gender: Male

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Nationality: American

Allegiance: Allies

Powers:
Disintegration- Jason, or "Duster", is able to release "bolts" of energy that disintegrate organic matter over the course of about thirty seconds of pure agony. However the range of the bolts is a little less than 60 feet. Inorganic matter like stones takes about twice as long to disintegrate while metals take three times as long. The "bolts" as he calls them are much like lighting bolts in appearance and function, arching through the air towards organic material like lighting goes to metals. This is advantageous in urban environments were a hit is almost guaranteed once in range. However once in forested regions the accuracy is vastly reduced, more likely to hit trees than anything else.

Equipment: An experimental armor that provides superb protection against small fire but does not measure up to the higher caliber bullets of LMGs or high power rifles. Like most armor it does not hold up well to sustained fire.

A Thompson sub machine gun, standard issue.

3 standard fragmentation grenades

Personality: A "no nonsense" way of thinking, Jason isn't one for games or jokes and is labeled as a stick in the mud by other soldiers. However his determination is admirable and nonetheless he is well liked by the others for his inability to quit and wisdom. A man of faith, Jason looks to the lord for guidance and is a firm rock that many other religious soldiers latch onto, giving him a paternal feel.

History: Isn't much to tell really. Jason grew up out in the Midwest, worked at his fathers goods store, and went to school. Never went to collage though, could never pay the fees. All in all life was simple, wake up, open up the shop, sell some things, close shop, go to bed. However when the call for duty came Jason answered and quickly signed up. During a simple escort mission things got a little hairy.

The convoy his unit was escorting got hit by Nazi soldiers, the soldiers weren't that much of a threat. However the Metahuman accompanying them was. No matter what the unit threw at him the bullets would just redirect in different directions, usually back at the soldiers that shot them. As he his comrades in arms die in front of him something in Jason awoke. Focusing all of his anger and hate at the German, he let flow through him and out came the first bolt he ever through. Colliding with the Metahuman and sending him into a screaming mess as his body turned to dust in front of his eyes.

Since then he has been placed with the other Metahumans to form a deadly force of soldiers.

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