S-3LF HANK

Name: Hank J. Wimbleton (the letter “J” stands for “Jerk”).

Nicknames: Our Hero, Psycho, Mr.Wimbleton, The Power of Murderous Destruction, Mr. Beast, Protagonist, Battered Body, Fuckass, Bitch

Gender: Male.

Age: 30 years old.

Height: 195 cm.

Backstory Hank is a psychopathic mercenary on a merciless mission to annihilate a powerful organization that holds vast control over its territory. This organization commands nearly limitless resources and an army of loyal, disposable soldiers. Hank serves as the primary anti-hero of his story. He is ruthless and spares no one who stands in his way. Throughout his crusades, Hank has killed around 840 people (about 48% of all casualties in his conflicts).

He views allies as nothing more than tools, valuing them only as long as they are useful, and discards them once they outlive their purpose. Nevertheless, Hank is not entirely devoid of humanity. At times, he displays dark humor and even excitement, revealing that behind the brutality lies something closer to a neutral force rather than pure evil.

Personality Hank is an incredibly violent and merciless fighter, consumed by hatred and bloodlust.He's a man of few words. He acts on impulse and attacks enemies before thinking twice. Constant pain from his injuries only fuels his aggression — for Hank, the main principle is always the same: “kill and move on.”

Despite his brutality, his personality shows peculiar shades. Sometimes he laughs at situations or finds twisted amusement in using random objects as weapons. His excitement can become almost childlike, such as when he gets thrilled at the sight of a massive blender to throw enemies into. He enjoys mocking opponents, pointing out their flaws in a sardonic way.

At the same time, Hank is harsh and rude toward others. He has no problem berating allies, calling them incompetent, and rarely shows any empathy. He is arrogant to the point of recklessness, often overestimating himself. Intellectually, Hank is not particularly sharp, nor is he formally educated. A comical example of this is when he once tried to sign up for volleyball but misspelled his own name as “Hank Wimbleson.”

Appearance Hank is always clad in black. He wears a black unbuttoned coat, loose army trousers, and heavy black boots. A black balaclava covers his head, with two thin straps fluttering in the wind. His eyes are hidden behind glasses with glowing red lenses. Beneath the balaclava are numerous bandages, scars, and bloodied wrappings, hinting at his constant injuries.

His face and body are heavily mutilated, marked by scars and wounds. His lower jaw is missing, replaced with a metallic prosthesis (jaw), with teeth jutting out unnaturally. On his chest is a steel plate with a sinister smile carved on it, covering the wound where he was once impaled. His forehead is streaked with blood, and parts of his face bear stitched-up scars. His battered balaclava reveals blood-soaked bandages on his head.

Hank’s voice is low and menacing, with a metallic edge caused by his prosthetic jaw, giving his speech a slight ringing and distortion. It is raspy, with occasional sharp bursts of breath, as if each word requires effort, and his words sometimes merge into short, abrupt phrases. His voice sounds both cold and aggressive, conveying a sense of wild rage and relentless determination.

Hank speaks rarely and only when necessary. His words are short, abrupt, and to the point. He does not waste time on small talk or explanations, often using gestures or actions to convey his intent instead of speech. Every word he utters carries weight and purpose.

Abilities

Superhuman Strength: Hank can rip off heads with one hand, hurl enemies several meters away, crush concrete walls, flip vending machines, throw weapons with deadly precision, and wield heavy melee objects as if they were toys.

Superhuman Durability: He has survived explosions, train collisions, building collapses, and crushing blows that would annihilate any normal being. His resilience borders on the impossible.

Superhuman Endurance: Even with life-threatening injuries — crushed chest, stabbed torso, or parts of his head missing — Hank continues to fight. Though he is difficult to bring down, fatal headshots or stabs to the skull can kill him.

Superhuman Reflexes & Agility: Hank dodges bullets, catches knives mid-air, and blitzes through enemies before they can react. His movements are acrobatic, often involving flips and lightning-fast repositioning.

Enhanced Senses: His vision and awareness are heightened, allowing him to sense enemies approaching from behind or in ambush. However, if the enemy is quite experienced and secretive, then Hank will not sense him.

Weapon Mastery: Hank is equally skilled with firearms and melee weapons, often shooting accurately without looking and using foes as living shields without hesitation.

Weakness: Despite his resilience, Hank is vulnerable to bullets and blades, especially to the head. A well-placed shot to his skull is often enough to end him.

What is S-3LF?

S-3LF is the concept of one’s true self — their soul, identity, and personality. It represents thoughts, emotions, experiences, and the capacity for growth. Unlike physical existence, S-3LF is intangible, persisting even after death in a realm called the Other Place. Each individual experiences this realm differently, shaped by their life and demise. Beings without free will or individuality have little to no S-3LF.

Hank’s S-3LF is the embodiment of rage and relentless will. Shaped by his suffering, mutilations, and ceaseless violence, his soul in the Other Place reflects his aggression and pain. Even when his body falls, his S-3LF continues, tracking and evolving with each death and rebirth.

Hank’s S-3LF is not just his soul but a savage, violent force — a storm of pain and hatred driving him to act without restraint.

Additional Facts

The “J” in Hank’s name stands for “Jerk.”

Hank is completely asexual, showing no sexual or romantic interest.

Ambidextrous: he uses both hands with equal skill.

Enjoys dancing when given the chance.

Loves big blenders and dreams of owning a cool motorcycle.

His social skills are terrible — he is rude, arrogant, and often dismissive of those around him.

Once tried to sign up for volleyball but misspelled his own name.

Signed up for guitar lessons, but his interests seem fleeting.

Often confuses his allies, unable to tell them apart.