Jack Goldman

As the Knave of Hearts, the failing casino owner Jack escapes from his crippling debt and the collectors that pursue him.

Description:

Str 12 (10 normal)
Dex 14 (10 normal)
Con 12
Int 14
Wis 10
Cha 14

HP: 9
AC: 15

Attack: 2 (primary)/0 (off-hand) (1d4 1/1d41 OR 1d6 nonlethal (sap))

Fort +1
Ref +2
Will +0

Speed: 30 ft
Initiative: +2

Skills:
Sleight of Hand +6
Hide +4
Move Silently +4
Profession: Gambler +4
Open Lock +4
Bluff +6
Diplomacy +2
Disguise +4
Appraise: +3
Balance: +4
Climb: +1
Concentration: +0
Craft: +0
Escape Artist: +3
Handle Animal: +2
Intimidate: +3
Jump: +1
Search: +0
Spot: +0
Listen: +0
Sense Motive: +0
Ride: +3
Tumble: +4
Survival: +0
Use Magic Device: +2
Use Rope: +3
Heal: +0

Equipment:
Wonderland Leather
Hearts Dagger
Diamonds Dagger
Sap

Special:
Two Pair – Whenever Jack hits an enemy, he may choose to provoke an attack of opportunity. If he does, he makes another attack at his highest attack bonus. He may only do this once per round.

Note:
The “normal” note appearing in the stat block is used when Jack is not in Wonderland.

Bio:

You can’t remember a time when you haven’t been in the hole.

Then again, you can’t remember a time when you haven’t been having fun, either. Everyone is in debt when they live in Las Vegas, and while you may have run your own funds into the ground, your crooked casino is winning everything back for you. Not quite fast enough to get you out from under the mob’s watchful eye, but enough for you to live a life filled with women and drugs. You couldn’t imagine it any other way.

By day you live alone, above the casino, in a tiny room that no one would ever think that you, Jack Goldman, would even think of setting foot in, much less live in. But you do. And here, you aren’t Jack Goldman- you exist as you did in childhood, as the Jewish Ezrha Choen. You sleep away the day, rising to do your drugs and make a few calls. Ezrha Choen, in his drug-induced sleeps, dreams of the day when the mafia comes to collect, and he, for once, can’t talk his way out of it.

He awakes every night as Jack Goldman, a man with a casino to run, and none of that bullshit on his mind. You walk the tables. Buy the rounds of drinks. Smiles. Big smiles. Find yourself some cheap women and take them out back. It’s fun, it’s thrilling, and you don’t have to worry about anything. Not the people you’re cheating, not the women you’re cheating ON, not the mounting personal debt…

Not until the sun rises and Jack Goldman sleeps once again.

Jack Goldman

Said the Tortoise to the Dormouse DoctorKenneth