"Sometimes you need an army. Sometimes you get Jack."

Jack "Seven" Seagram
39 year old Human Male
178cm, 11 stone

Appearance
  Lean and wiry, Jack does not look particularly strong. His dark brown hair tousled, his clothes bedraggled and worn, Jack often looks like he needs a shave, a drink, and a nap, in that order. And then the same again in a different order. His face almost always bears an expression that asks the unspoken question: "What the Hell is going on?!"

Background
  Jack is very good at two things: surviving when he finds himself in trouble, and finding himself in trouble. And now it's happened again. Somehow Jack was transported from his own world to Sinfar, and he has no idea how to return.
  Out-gunned and out-manned, Jack must rely on his most potent weapon: his wits.
  ...Damn.