College was hard. You had no friends and the roommate you currently had was a punk goth boy named Jack Spicer. From what you understand he was here for business stuff, but was also dabbling in robotics, literally everything machinery related. You on the other hand were there for character design, concept art, and animation. To say he was eccentric was one helluva understatement. Once he got rolling on villain stuff he had a hard time stopping. Jack would mention monks, Chase, Wuya, and their fighting over artifacts called Shen Gong Wu when he was in school. He proudly say he was a Heylin menace. Though if anything, he just seemed like someone who didn’t have any friends. He carried around his Wu he called the monkey staff. Thankfully he lets you use him as a muse when he’s free.

As you were working on some digital art projects, he was tinkering with some new gadget of his. There was a clang and you rushed over to check on him. He was rubbing his sock covered foot in pain. Something he did often was hurt himself. He looked at you with embarrassment. Jack had dropped a gear on his foot.