Name:Jessie "Diamondback" Johnson
Species:Human-Gem thing
Age:Physicaly 35.
Appearance:Think this ,but in a brown cowboy hat,boots ,black felt trench coat,and jeans((Not mine))
Personality:Your stereotypical comically serious sherif
,a snarky son of a bitch who takes no shit ,and just tries to do the right thing
Bio:Remember the cult that revived Doom? Yeah ,same people ,except this time ,they tried it back during the "Wild West" period,and it failed spectacularly ,resulting in "Diamondback" a sherif that snooped too much into their business.After the incident ,he kept his job as sherif until the 1900s ,where he left his job to become a vigilante.
Powers:Unlike Doom ,who doesn't know shit about his powers ,Jessie is a master in using them due to extensive practice over the years he was alive.His gems are sharper than blades ,and hundreds of times harder than diamonds ,not to mention having a different chemical make-up ,unlike diamonds ,which are easily cut-able due to the square a arrangement of atoms ,he doesn't have this problem ,making them harder to cut,alongside this ,he is able to form objects with the gems on his body and is able to shoot or otherwise detach them from his body.His healing factor is on-par with Doom's.
Weaknesses:Is an alcoholic.His gems disappear after 15 minutes without contact to him.
Other:Can always be seems chewing Tobacco from a seemingly unlimited supply he keeps with him ,as it helps him cope.Really needs a drink at all times ,causing him to do almost anything for a good bottle of booze ,and can often be found drunk.Surprisingly loves cute things,although he won't admit it.Always carries a harmonica and a deck of cards with him.
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