Full Name: Jack Unsworth
Nicknames: Unzy or what ever people want to call him.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: Jack stands at 5'9 and weighs 161 llbs and is broad shouldered. He has a scar on his right eyebrow from a bar brawl and a large scar on his lower left abdominal where he had been stabbed in his childhood because of this he never takes his shirt off infront of someone even in hot weather. He usually dresses very casual, a light shirt with/without a vest underneath, jeans and converse but tends to becomes very scruffy after he has his daily drinking binge, often ending up with rips and tears in his shirts and jeans. His eyes are usually bloodshot with black rings around his eyes due to lack of sleep. A bottle of whiskey can usually be seen in his perssesion so people who see him regularly often say that the bottle is much a part of his outfit as his shirt or pants.
Personality: He is usually approachable, can talk his way out of almost any situation and will talk to anyone despite what he personally thinks of them, it's not that he's twofaced it's just he can't be bothered making enemies as he believes life is hard enough without adding pathetic complications like that, he has a dry/dark sense of humour mainly due to his up bringing but loves to sing, dance and play the guitar when ever he can, he also has a tendency (despite any hangovers) to exercise how ever he can to keep all the alcohol he consumes from staying in the form of a bear belly. He use to be a hopeless romantic but became almost stoned hearted, he'll make friends and sleep with people but he tries his hardest not to let anyone back into his heart. When his depression hits him though he becomes very secluded and won't say much. This is when he starts to go on his binges, drinking so much he often passes out there and then.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes: Whiskey, dancing, playing guitar and singing, sharing a drink (misery loves company), exercising (even ones like swimming were he has to take his shirt off but only if he's alone) Dislikes: His depression, hangovers, making enemies, love, taking off his shirt infront of people
Background: Jack's first sixteen years of his life was just that of any normal kid growing up in Northwest England, he wasn't abused by his parents, although they didn't show any love or compassion for him either, he went to school, didn't go out much, kept to himself and didn't get in any trouble despite the harsh area of which he lived. His life turned upside down (or at least in his eyes) when he met this girl he completely fell head over heels for. She helped him come out his shell and to find his feet in the world that he was only starting to explore after sisteen years of staying inside. Despite her having a boyfriend they soon grew close and after many weeks of debating, she finally left him for Jack who couldn't believe his luck. They spent two years of their lives in each other pockets never leaving each other's side for more than a few hours. until one day after walking her home from a nightclub they had just been, her previous boyfriend had been waiting for him, in an alley Jack always used to cut off three miles of the journey. After a few heated words Jack felt the cold sting of a knife blade and was left in the alley to bleed to death, luckily for him someone else also used that alley for a short cut and phoned an ambulance and got him to hospital. After recovering from the attack he and his girlfriend then spent another year together, although things begn to become very shaky and on his nineteenth birthday he found a note in a birthday card from her telling him she had left him for someone else she met a year ago and that she was also pregnant with Jack's child.

Heart broken and developing depression he left home with his passport, a suitcase and his credit card and decided to travel a bit through europe to clear his head and forget about this misshap. He started to travel city to city, pub to pub, this then started a vicious cycle of binge drinking, sleeping with random men and woman, passing out and then waking up wandering where he had ended up. This continued for months until one night pf heavy drinking and drowning in depression an old man who spoke English told him there was a place where his depression would dissapear. He told the old man that's why he drinks so much but he was happy to try if he wanted. He then staggered to his hotel, still holding a bottle of whiskey and after many failed attempts to find his room he simply passed out in the halls, two doors away from his room. When he awoke, he was in a strange room he didn't recognise as the two star hotel room he had been staying in, whiskey still in his hands.

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How you enrolled: Himself without knowing or actually wanting too