Name: Jared Burgen
Age: ?? (December 31st)
Height: 6'7
Weight: 232 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Appearance:
A squelching sound precedes a short-lived scream. There was no one for miles to hear it, though, not this far out in the middle of nowhere. The warehouse that now held only one living being, smelled of rust, dirt, and fresh blood. It had long been abandoned to the local homeless population, but none of them were there to bear witness that night.

A sweaty, ruggedly-handsome man sat down on an overturned carton, under a flashing fluorescent lamp. His short blonde hair was curly and there were sporadic patches covered in coagulated blood. He wiped his face on the back of his hand before reaching down into his pocket to pull out an expertly rolled blunt, filled with California's finest. He lit his celebratory smoke and began to tap out a message on his phone.

Sitch handled.

It was almost as if his Boston accent carried through into the message. As he smoked, this giant of a man, standing in at over six and a half feet, wiped blood and viscera from an improbably sized sword. His full lips held the blunt teetering in and out, as he spoke to himself. His nose having clearly been broken already, looked as if to have received a new notch.

Crack.

The former soldier's green eyes glinted in the light, as the pain, tiredness, and other business was all gone. There was only assessing possible threats and dealing with them accordingly. The 232 pounds of muscle stood up and hoisted the sword over his shoulder as he turned around to find that he wasn't as alone as he had thought...