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Purveyor of Exotic Goods, Creepy Motherfucker
No one really knows who (or what, if you listen to the rumors) Mad Jack is, but he serves a valuable purpose in the ecosystem of Portland. If you want something bad, and no one else will get it for you, chances are you can buy it from Mad Jack – for a price. He’s hard to find, what with being apparently a homeless drifter, and his fees are, to say the least, strange (he says he’s a collector), ranging from money and food to memories, dreams, and blood.
The most notable thing about Mad Jack, and the reason he’s stayed in business for so long, is that for some reason no one quite seems willing to explain, no adept is willing to do anything to him. They all give a different excuse, but it’s always the same: none of them will touch him, no matter how distasteful they find his business, most don’t even like being on the same block as him. Even the bodybags stay clear of Mad Jack.