Name; Jackson Blue AKA Jacky the Trigger
Age; 27
Species; Hyena
Body type/appearance; At 6'2" his body figure is average muscular but powerful, weighing in at 203 lbs. his fur is a mix of dark yellow and brown spots (like your average Hyena) his body is riddled with bullet wounds and scars one that stands out is across his face in a diagonal from left to right, up his right arm is a tribal tattoo that spans across the right of his chest and ribs, his eyes are a Hazel color seen to fade grey at times.
He wears a white muscle shirt and a black bullet proof vest with spray painted words on his back saying in bold capitalized letters, "**censor**" on the front and "YOU" on the back, a belt of shotgun shells going around his waist which hold up black cargo pants slightly worn out, with a string of grenades around his right thigh, sports military issue black boots with fingerless black gloves, he has around his upper left arm a red bandanna tied on, and pair of dog tags around his neck.
Weapons/weapon's names; Spas-12 shotgun "Scarlet" scratched into the side, with FEMAS three shot burt assault rifle on back "Cricket" painted along the handle, always has a wide selection of bombs and explosives on him or hidden away at base.
Position; Muscle, explosives expert, mechanic, self elected Leader (when needed)
Background Story; After five years across seas fighting some cowards war, I finally got to come home... but it seems I never really left the battlefield after all, coming back I was greeted with gun fire and lost some really good friends, I fought tooth and nail to get back to my family but alas was only a slaughter I came back too, they never had a chance when law collapsed and chaos washed over I've always been an outcast growing up being on my own and working day to day wondering where my life is going then once I joined the army... it hit me... I was soldier and the battlefield was my true home, soon after I dragged myself through the remains of Saint City, I was found and later find myself teaming up with this rag tag team calling ourselves the "RaSkullz", from solider to gang member... "Well if yah can't beat'em... out gun'em."
Extra stuff; He holds a cool relaxed manner to keep the gang under control, he takes charge when needed and thinks fast when in a tight spot, has been known to drift and space out seeing things at times, often shooting at people that look like horrific demons in his eyes, he was diagnosed with Dementia, and with violence running the streets it has only worsened.