Name: Jason Mars
Alter Ego: Dead Eye
Age: 42
Sex: M
Crime They Specialize In: Assassination
Appearance (Normal):
Appearance Villain: See above.
Powers: Enhanced Reflexes, Weaponry Intuition, Enhanced Senses, 'Dead Eye' (slows time down around him and gives him time to take better aim).
Bio: Jason was born in Austin, Texas, and was a natural marksman. He made his first bullseye when he was five, and when asked how he did it, he said it was like everything slowed down. He joined a hunting club when he was twelve, and was approached by the US government when he was fifteen. They offered to help him make his powers stronger, his skills more deadly, the hunt more fun. They codenamed him Dead Eye.
However, after working with them until he was twenty-five, he broke away and became a mercenary for hire. He became a famed assassin, and was actually a part of Seal Team 6. He still works for the US government some, but will work for whoever has the bigger wallet.
Jason has also expanded into robbing banks, etc. but he is primarily and assassin.
RP Example: Jason Mars, aka Dead Eye, was walking through New York City, gathering many strange looks. Anyone could look at him and see he was out of place. He looked like he belonged in the Wild West, not in a bustling metropolis. Jason smirked as someone caught sight of his revolver. He tipped his hat to them, an evil glint in his eye.
He had other weapons on him, including a much more modern pistol, a hunting knife, a lasso, a collapsible sniper rifle (courtesy of the US Government) and throwing knives. He was much more suited to life on the frontier than in the city, but that wasn't stopping him. Mars was on a job, to take out a gang leader for the US Government.
He came up to the alley and saw him. The gang leader knew as soon as he saw Jason that he was in trouble.
"Mister Robertson?" Mars said, his voice gruff.
"Yo, the name's T-Pac." Robertson said.
Mars laughed, shaking his head. His hand touched his revolver, and soon the world slowed down around him, everything taking on a yellow hue. He pulled out his favorite gun, smirking as he saw T-Pac slowly reaching for his own. Soon, Mars had pulled the trigger, and there was a bullet through the gang leader's head. He was about to shoot T-Pac's associate when he was thrust back into the real world, the normal color returning to everything.
He quickly fired three more shots at normal speed, and on the third one, he finally got the associate.
Dead Eye smirked as he turned around, walking slowly away.
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