Dean Jackson

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Now the longer version…

Part man, part eating machine, Dean Jackson was born to humble surrounds in the early days of the 17th century. He had a typical childhood, filled with memories of catching vermin to make stew and picking flowers to induce hay-fever. At school Dean was voted “most likely to confuse famous and infamous”.

Dean’s first job was part-time work as a gravedigger. He prided himself on how accurately he could gauge the depth of a hole and how well he could sharpen his custom built shovel. From there Dean went on to lead a team of engineers in a cosmetics factory who would polish the plastic balls before inserting them into roll-on deodorant bottles.

After attending University, Dean used his tertiary education running arms to Antarctica, a business venture that proved to have less demand than expected. Since then his complete lack of expertise in English grammar had life him good happy find much.

Recently Dean has been traveling through space and time, having vague memories of cows, bright lights and cold, hard steel surfaces.