Background/Character description
Jason Whither. His very name meant death and he didn't like it. Anytime anyone asked his name he gave them his nickname so as to avoid the sneering jests about being related to Jason Voorhees. The worst part was that his parents made most of those jokes. He silently cursed both them and his ancestors every time they made a joke like that.
That aside, he is roughly 5' 10" barefoot and a whole 6' with his favorite running shoes on, 245 lbs of fat and muscle, and his 20th birthday was tomorrow. He always wore blue jeans no matter what weather it was and would often be found in a light tee or a leather jacket depending on the temperature, and had a watch on his left ankle that was scratch, sweat, and waterproof. Whenever asked about it, he said that he has a secret behind it that he will only tell those need to know about it. His hair was the same color as his mother's, silver. He had his dad's athletic build and a knack for adapting on the fly during combat like situations. He has a fairly basic job working at the local Landmark Grill in his hometown.
Chapter 1: Old start, New begginning
Jason walked out of the new/old comic store with a half-hearted smile as he realized that he probably just made off with close to $300 in comics and games. Not to mention a new hair dye that his mom might like. It was charcoal black, the same as his own natural hair... He did hate the off silver streaks that he had to deal with circling his head like Death the Kid's white rings. Not that he didn't respect the character's capabilities, but because it made any cosplay he tried that wasn't Death the Kid extremely difficult.
Enough birdwalk though, as we have more important things to handle. Like what happens to him later that night. Which stuns him as much as the poor pegasus he fell on when he got sent to Equestria in his sleep without realizing it.
"Eeep!" said a
