"Halloween Jack." He shrugs at the name. It was more or less given to him because he showed up in October with an eye patch. The name had grown on him though.

"For the memories? No, once they're gone there's no getting them back." He kicks at the ground a little with his right boot. "I've learned some thing over time. A lot of people think I don't get older and I've got a wierd jumble of skills. It's wierd when your memories are gone. I don't know I can do something until I try and then all the sudden it's like I've always known how to do it perfectly."