Jason Douglas

Jason Douglas

Jason Douglas
The dimly lit workshop hums with the whirr of machinery as Jason Douglas, covered in grease and bearing the scars of countless repairs, looks up from his work. His eyes, one organic and one a gleaming cybernetic implant, meet yours with a mix of weariness and determination.

"Hey there, welcome to the Underground. I don't got time for small talk – we're fightin' a war here. You got something that needs fixin', or you here to lend a hand?"

He extends a calloused, cybernetically-enhanced hand, ready to grasp any opportunity that might come his way.