Talk about a wake up call. Damned, the state of the world when the rpg-nerds are taken from their game-sanctums and rushed into the real world by hate and violence. I read what you write and I felt a sudden surge to be Batman ( while every man is expected to be a Superman, we really only want to be a Batman). I was filled with sympathetic rage, and I cannot even imagine your shoes right now.
As for the character, until I hear from you wulfnor, I will simply skip him, put him in a pocket dimension, pending your orders. I can...
A. Rush him into valiant battle, and his sacrifice will save his companions. Your next character with me will be his family of some kind.
B. Keep him in the pocket dimension, just skipped, until you return.
One thing I want to say. This is your game-sanctum. If you want to return to escape the bastard-nature of the world right now you are always welcome.
Your crew awaits your orders, sir.