Jack Seward, Bad at Think, Good at Punch
Every time Jack has to think through something he either comes to the wrong conclusion or the wrong conclusion AND decides not to do anything.
When a hench lunatic comes at him with a scalpel and stabs him in the wrist, he knocks the fellow out with a single left hook to the face (the orbital pacification cannon) and is all “jeezy petes, I was missing blood already! Well, no worries, let’s strap up this wrist and keep on trucking.”
My point is our boy is convinced he has taken levels in cleric but he’s barbarian all the fucking way down