Above Jack Wellington’s desk is a custom plaque with a quote from the Anglican book of common prayer, 1870s.
From goulies and ghosties and long legged beasties and things that go bump in the night, dear lord deliver us.
His desk is an antiquate hardwood piece from the time of Victoria. The computer is year old alien ware. Both top of the line antiques.
Jack is a heavy smoker, but favors expensive pipe tobacco and Native American cigarettes. If his partners let him, he will smoke the pipe inside.
Despite his old world flare, he appreciates American muscle in his automobiles and drives a well maintained late 80s Mustang and enjoys a friendly flirtation with his mechanic Carli Jade.
Professionally, Jack carries a sword cane and an appropriate sidearm with a concealed carry permit. He does keep a clip of silver bullets handy, and another of hollow points.
Jack has a middle class home in a gentrified district of downtown. Last year, he adopted a 16 year old runaway prostitute named Kendra. He has given a key to his fellow investigators, with a standing invitation to mooch within proper mooching etiquette, or seek shelter behind the iron bars and blend of Anglican and hexagramic wards.