"You don't get it! There's some kind of Freddie clone out there, and he's waxing me and my buds! You gotta help me, man! You gotta!" Corporeal Forces 2 Strength 4 Agility 4 Ethereal Forces 1 Intelligence 2 Precision 2 Celestial Forces 2 Will 2 Perception 6 Skills: Fighting/1, Dodge/1, Lying/1 Appearance: The early 80s never ended for Jack -- he still has the army boots and black leather and dyed hair of the old punk scene. He no longer looks tough and menacing, though, since the nightmares he's been having have caused him to become gaunt and terrified. Personality: It's symptiomatic of Jack's myopic vision that even though half a dozen of his friends suffered horrible nightmares before being burned to death, it has never even occured to him to skip town. Instead, he's been running from acquaintance to acquaintance, staying with them for a night of two before his uncommonly well-developed paranoid jumpiness has caused him to flee. Most of his friends figure that this is just typical Jack, but for once in his life he's right -- there are shadowy powers out to get him. Basically, Jack is a loser. He's rarely given thought to accomplishing anything with his life, and when he has, it's always been to blame others for his failures. (His anti-Semitism is emblematic: it's not so much hate as it is flashes of resentment crystallizing along very conventional lines.) All his life he has drifted, even when he was killing Moses Cohen; he was just going along with his buds, and now he's found himself in an untenable position.

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