Sorry it took so long, afraid I only just woke up.
Name:
Jason Blight
Former Race:
Human
Age (Real/Apparent):
Nineteen... But could pass as being in his early twenties.
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
157 lbs
Appearance:
(Forgive me the seethrough shirt there. XD)
Given his height and well-muscled build, Jason -does- look like one of those guys you just don't want to get in a fight with, but to those a bit more observant, it's pretty clear he'd rather sleep than beat anybody up, usually wandering around with a bored, half-asleep expression on his face, light gray eyes half closed until something sparks his interest.
Personality:
Jason is, at his core, a nice guy. But he's also a lazy guy. And very, very easily bored. Truth be told, he'd much rather spend his time sleeping or hammering away at a punching bag than interacting with other people, but his general good nature brings him to drag himself into the public eye every day, to see who might need a hand with things, and to try and make some friends out of people.
But he'd still rather be sleeping.
Powers:
Jason doesn't have much in the way of power. As an only recently made devil, he's still getting a handle on the whole magic thing, and is frankly quite hopeless at it- However, he does manage the usual devil powers. Flying around, making contracts and the like.
Due to being a pawn, he can, of course, take on the aspects of any piece but the king when he steps foot in what his master considers "Enemy Territory".
However, in the way of physical prowess, Jason has plenty. He grew up taking kickboxing classes, and spent most of his teenage years either getting into schoolground fights to protect a friend, or competing in boxing tournaments. He's quite excellent to have around for a fistfight, and, as a devil, he's even stronger than he used to be, giving your -average- rook a run for their money even without taking a promotion.
Bio:
Jason lived, outside of his constant fighting, a pretty normal life. His parents were alright, his friends were cool, he got a lot of popularity out of being a regular fight-winning, friend-protecting badass.... But really, it was all just -normal-. Things didn't really get interesting until his senior year of highschool. He was nineteen at the time- Not due to being stupid and being held back, but rather due to an awkwardly timed birthday by school-year timing.
During his senior year in good old 'Murica, he got an offer from a man who'd watched him fight in his latest tournament- An offer to go to Japan and compete in a tournament there, with a very hefty reward for the winner. Of course, he accepted- Why wouldn't he? The offer of some good fights and a lot of money would grab anybody's attention.
So... Off to Japan he went. Things started out fairly normal. He got a hotel, studied up on his opponents, and wandered around the city he was staying in, looking for interesting places like any tourist should. At some point throughout his wandering, he was handed a slip of paper by a pretty girl on the street- He took it and tucked it into his pocket without much thought, hurrying off to check out an interesting looking club across the way. Doing so, however... Took him through a dark alley in the middle of the night, like a dumbass. And unfortunately for Jason... Gun beats fist when fired from ten feet away for the paper in a guy's wallet. He remembered bleeding out. There was nobody around to see. Nobody to hear. He was dying, and there was nobody around to do anything to help him. He felt -weak-. And he hated it. He cursed whoever had done this. And just before a fight, a fight that he could have won, and taken home some money...
He remembered wishing, with all of his being, that he could just keep on fighting. That it wouldn't be taken away from him. He felt a warm glow from the paper in his pocket... And the next thing he knew, he woke up, alive, whole, and strong, in a room with Faye Beherit. And so began his life as a devil, and as a pawn.
