Jacob is a kind of a nice guy (affable?), properly aged, and goes with any kind of wine, including Franzia. He was accidentally dropped into some benign metaphysical goo when he was just a babe, and is waiting for some clerical superpower to show itself.
His life has been about crafting and facilitating storytelling, which explains the theater directing degree, and the mounds of writing he has yet to finish. Jacob snores, he has no pets, and he grew up in Colorado. The rest of his life is under review, and will be disclosed at a later date.