Jake Delecost is a master strategist, a brilliant tactician and problem solver who is an expert in close-quarter combat, various human and alien firearms, and battle techniques. He has extensive knowledge of various alien customs, societies, and cultures, and considerable knowledge about cosmic abstracts and inter-galactic dimensions, such as Oblivion and the Aertherial Plane. His diligent studies of computer sciences, bio-chemistry, nuclear physics, alien technologies and foreign magical races have trained him to be a formidable and intelligent ghost operative as well as a successful Plasma Weapons Manufacturer originated in the Aeon Empire and surrounding territories.

As a non-conformist to the still living population, Jake wears an advanced bio-suit that grants augmented strength and durability and the ability to travel through space as well as in it for long periods of time if needed. He wields uses an "A877- Plasma Rifle", a special meta-rifle, and several .45 sized "A876" Pistols, designed and constructed by his own hands. This custom made arsenal is capable of projecting any of the four known elements {air, earth, fire and water} combined.

Jake shares a psychic link with his sentient space vessel over 3,000 miles in diameter.
The ship is actually a sentient energy form, She most often exists in the form of a starship, but can alter her structure at will. This massive titan class vessel has several high-energy distributing mining lasers, that can penetrate a planet's solid mass and extract the it's core, fueling the ship's technology and weaponry. She can travel through air, space and water. She possesses many of the conventional starship accessories, including shields, plasma based energy blasters, advanced sensors, replicators (able to form any kind of food, drink, etc.), and hologram projectors. She has proven capable of creating a human form, which she can then animate and use as a host. Even if completely destroyed, she is capable of restoring herself, since her true form is her consciousness. In addition, she takes on a number of feminine characteristics, such as a mothering instinct for those she is partnered with. She has felt deeper attachments, including love for her partners.

It can also create Nanites, small, microscopic droids able to scout out situations, gather information, repair vital and structural systems both major and minor, and then return to her. "Archeon", as Jake often refers to her, possesses abilities are to the extent beyond understanding due to the amount of stars and planets it has 'absorbed'.

During JD's battle with an alien known only by it's designation by computer matrix, Species 8472, his first prototype Plasma Rifle, suit and "Archeon" were highly damaged. Due to severe injury he was grafted with cybernetic implants by doctors on the Med-Science ship Kyron, where he spent his recovery.

The eye implant allows him to see all energy spectra and the memory chip in his brain gives him 100% total recall, enhancing his reflexes and fortitude. He has even begun research and development of a new element, capable of augmenting his already brilliantly designed weapon systems which he calls "Blight Technology." But it is his unyielding will and confident attitude that would make him an either loyal ally or a dangerous adversary.

On the Sovereign world of Opheln Prime, Jake's cybernetic implants were removed. He was then outfitted with a Sonar-issued heat-dampening espionage battle-suit, which contained a portable adaptive stealth module, a battle helmet providing Bio-Regeneration, essential fluid converters and distributors, and a universal translator, all of which he still uses.
His battle helmet can analyze strategy data, improve vision, and regulate and reproduce oxygen in space at full energy consumption. It also has the unique ability using nano-technology to absorb heat energy, filter it, convert and store it safely, so that it can be used in raw or controlled power distribution.
Jake's chosen weapons are two Sonar Palladium cased Plasma sub-machine guns with various types of ammunition, including high yield Microfusion.

With a silver tongue, near glowing Jade eyes, short hair and short tempered scoundrel, this young man's stance and demeanor scream discipline with quite a few hints of experience. He speaks with a stern and clearly audible voice, not soft like a child, that bares a strange accent, no doubt originating from his dealings with both interstellar and other-worldly alien species

{An excerpt from Jake's personal log}

"My story is far from a simplistic one, but it all started when Martial law came into effect on Reno'Vega Island. The military set up checkpoints and medical triages all along the highways outside
major towns and the city, and yet turned away 90% of the people seeking their aid. My brother, Sean, was one of them. A burning fever he had suffered for 2 weeks before it took him, and all because he was one of many "unnecesary risks" the militants weren't going to take. Fuck their logic, I put a bullet into that grunts eye, and boosted my already shining reputation as a member of the Delecost Crime Family.

That landed me in a jail cell, Incarcerated by Hayward Valley PD. I bide my time, awaiting the prison transfer bus to arrive. These donut munchin' fools have gotten sloppy. The guard on duty fell asleep just out of arms reach; idiot always keeps his cruiser keys attached to the cell keys when he's on duty. It wasn't easy, but I grabbed the keys off his belt, luckily he's a heavy snoozer, but this would be his last cat nap.

The shit hit the fan as I got on my "new" Police outfit, I thought at first the alarms and sirens were for me but I was wrong. Everyone inside the Police Station was in a panic, opening doors and cabinets alike in a frantic hurry.

I could hear gun shots down the street, and the screams of people down the street. With my hat pulled down a bit over my eyes, I made my way to the armory, a few unsuspecting officers patted me on the back telling me to gear up and get to work; with a smirk on my face and grabbed what I could carry. I proceeded out of the station with some sweet gear, if the boys were here they'd laugh at me for wearing the S.W.A.T.
flag, but I couldn't be picky making my escape. As I looked around the crowded streets, in the distance I saw what seemed like fiends attacking people, mawing them down with bare hands and teeth. I thought at first it was another Bath Salts outbreak and the meth heads had teamed up this time; how wrong I was.

The whole island had gone to shit after a few days, and survival had become a priority as we were no longer at the top of the food chain. I managed to run into Magnus, and a few others. We had to stick together if we were gonna make it through this mess.

I sit quietly alone in the small canvas chair at a campground just outside the city, scooping peaches from a can with my fingers and keeping my ears trained for the slightest rustling of leaves, howls, or grumbles.

I toss the can over my shoulder with a clank and look around. All this freedom and the food is still the same, at least today I found something other than dog food.

It's been weeks since I've seen live game, and food is getting scarce. I smirk to myself as my mind wanders. Guess it's time for a trip down South.
Any reason to pay a visit to those self-righteous delusional, camo-wearing jar-heads. Maybe I'll even stop by the cute trader's place on the way down and see what she has by way of palladium. Wouldn't be the first time I dipped my fingers into the workings of chemical weapons. I stretch back in my seat, lifting my feet to rest on the back bumper of my recently liberated police cruiser. I lower the brim of my hat to shade my eyes and close them.

Just gotta wait for the boys to get back from their raid, then we can start planning for bigger game."