
I hope it's not too late...
Name: Jack Roy
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Hails from: Cranston, Rhode Island
Species: Human
Possessions: In his home in Osar there was a book of basic black magic, a purple tunic, cloth trousers, a white tee-shirt he had on when he got there, and a pair of brass knuckles.
Appearance: Jack is 6'5", and is well built due to a career in construction back on Earth. He's lightly tan, and has short black hair. There's a scar running from one corner of his temple down to his right cheek of his face. His eyes are blue. He has normal sized features, except for his ears. One ear is considerably larger than the other.
Personality: Jack is eager to get the job done. He'll do almost anything it takes to get to the finish line, even if it means injuring someone he loves. However, when he's resting or not... working or something then he's fun loving and sarcastic around his friends. He has trouble getting to know people, so he's quiet around people he doesn't know.
Short bio: On Earth, Jack Roy was a sucessfull free-lance construction working and demolitionist. He didn't have a family, but a nice apartment in one of the lesser parts of Cranston. He often spent his Saturday Nights at his favorite restaraunt with his friends, however, the rest of the week he spendt his time on the construction site, or locked up in his home. At the age of twenty, Jack took up learning the ropes of a demolition's expert. He spent days with a man by the name of Guy Greggor, learning the different quirks of dynomite and C4 and remote charges. Five years later, he'd become something of an expert... destroying buildings, then rebuilding them the way his client wants it.