Name: Jack
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Weakness: Memory Loss, Erratic

Sitting at the billiards/stripper pool is where one could usually find Jack. On that particular day Jack was sharing his background story with a friend, "You know I'm not really sure where I'm from or where I came from. The most I can remember is an old abandoned cemetery. A large gray castle." he shook his head, "Maybe I was royalty, but I can't remember, did I die there? It's all a blur. The most I can really remember is the wars and the fighting. Sparring for hours non-stop as if we were preparing for the war of our lives. Were there vampires?" he paused to think before continuing, "I remember stalking a group of enemy combatants from a roof near a hospital located in the south of a city. Were some of the enemy combatants under demonic control?" he shook his head as it all seemed even more farfetched when he said it out loud. He sighed, "I remember leading multiple factions in war against others who would me dead. Non-stop fighting that would last for years. Then the bombs dropped, the city was destroyed..." he paused for a long time. After a moment another voice spoke, "Bombs? This is not here in Estados Unidos, si?" asked his friend and he sighed in an almost defeated voice, "It sure doesn't sound like it... Maybe it's a vision or a dream or I'm just insane."