Jacket. (Ready to go)

Name: Jacket.
Age: Late 20's/early 30's..
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Jacket wears a varsity Jacket and when he is out on missions an animal mask. He also wears jeans and old shoes.
Personality: Jacket does not talk very much at all. He finds it hard to understand himself. So much bloodlust... He displays the personality traits of a cereal killer. He is addicted to alcohol and a substance abuser. He and Tex tend to clash, but when it comes down to business they can agree.
Likes: Football, violent movies, classic cars.
Dislikes: People who think they are above him, criminals, Himself.
History: Jacket was once a fairly normal man. Worked as a handyman, owned a muscle car, run down apartment. His father named him sue in order to make him toughen up for the world. He really hated that man. So instead of going by that crap name he just used his stage name, Jacket. You see, Jacket hadn't always been a handyman. Why in high school for income he was in a band. They were doing really good for themselves. On summer vacation his third year they even went on tour. But his good fortune ended that day. They were driving through death city Nevada in their van, he was wearing his varsity jacket. The breaks malfunctioned and he was going way faster than he should have in the city. He went soaring off one of the higher levels into a tower. It fell and them all with it. Miraculously he survived, they sure didn't though. Jackets been stuck in the past ever since then. He visits their grave in hook cemetery every damn day.
One morning, he woke up to find a package inside his home. He did not remember bringing it in. But he opened the metal container non of the less. Inside were fifteen human souls, one thousand dollars, and a note. " Eat up and answer your phone, would you please. " The first thought that went through his head was "No" but before he knew it the box was empty and he was licking his fingers clean. Then his phone rang. " Hello sue! This is James from the club. " The voice sounded Irish and very charming. " Would you please head on down to chupecabras. We need you to bartend tonight, beers on the house! " *Click. Jacket did not know why, but he went to his kitchen, got a knife. Then went to his car to drive down to the club. Bit he was not going to bartend.
He was going to murder everybody there.

Abilities	Description	# of souls
Bloodlust.	Jackets bloodlust. The angrier he gets the more he wants to kill. The more he kills the angrier he gets. As he kills more and more he gets stronger and stronger. His speed and reaction time also increase. This has a limit but he is quite a bit stronger than a normal man when he reaches it.	15