Jacket. (Ready!)

Name: Jacket.
Age: Late 20's/early 30's..
Gender: Male.
Weapon: None.
Appearance: Jacket wears a varsity Jacket and when he is out on missions an animal mask. He also wears jeans and old shoes. He has blond hair and green/blue eyes. He has a fair completion and looks like a normal guy when he is not currently trying to murder you. He has a muscular build but is not too ripped, his fingers are nice and long. But not unnaturally so.
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. It didn't help that he Was more than a little tipsy and did not occur to him to safely stop the vehicle. He panicked and went soaring off one of the higher levels into a tower. They caught fire and punched a hole into it. Miraculously he survived, they sure didn't though. Jacket's been stuck in the past ever since then. He visits their grave in hook cemetery every damn day.
He lives with three roommates, his poor income cannot support much else. All of which have spent at least three years combined a piece in prison. They were all tired of the same repetitive crap that their lives had become. One morning, he woke up to find a package inside their home. He did not remember bringing it in. But he opened the metal container none of the less. Inside were fifteen human souls, one thousand dollars, and a note. " Eat up and answer your phone. Suddenly his phone rang. " Hello Sue. I trust you have the gift we sent you. We know you've been sad ever since the accident so get this, we want to pay you to relieve your stress. " Most normal people would have hung up but Jacket kept listening. " What do you need to do to get more money? Well its simple, we need you to do some things for us. And for that we need you strong. Hence the souls in the package. I'll get right down to it, we want you to kill people for us. Many people. Specifically those around the hospital in the business district. Inside of the hospital is a black box. You can find it in the personal effects in the morgue. Inside is some very important "goods" That we need you to retrieve. Go through the front door, kill your way to the morgue, and retrieve that box for me. Eat the souls before you go or you will not stand a chance. Don't worry, killing is much more fun then the law would have you believe. We'll make sure they arrive nice and late don't you worry. Go get them tiger. " *Click. This was a moment of seldom happiness for jacket. You see he was crazy, the type of man who was about to do this anyway, now he had an excuse. He sat down and gobbled down all those souls, before he took the knife started his car and smiled for the first time in years. For he was sick, and he was really going to enjoy this...
Powers:

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