"I need a beer"
Full Name: Jack Ronald Losk
Nickname(s): Jack "On a few occasions I've let a girl call me Jacky"
Age: 26
Date of Birth: December 3rd
Education: Highschool Diploma "Barely..."
Sexuality: Straight
Hometown: Born in Annapolis, Maryland
Class: Poor, drifter
Occupation: He finds a job in every town he stays in, usually some sort of mechanical or hands on job.
-Beer
-Whiskey
-Cars
-Dogs
-Women
-Working Out
Dislikes:
-Loosing Money
-The Ocean
-Sleeping "Only cause the hotel bed sucks, usually I love it"
-Getting turned down "Not that that ever happens"
-Hot Dogs
-Families
Quirks: Constantly feels the need to hit on every girl he sees, even is she is obviously underage. He's also a borderline alcoholic, but seems to be able to handle the constant drinking. But don't give him a bottle of tequila, he goes insane.
Fears: The Ocean, he can't stand it. Something about almost drowning in Hawaii when he was little had left him permanently scared. Jack can look at it, but touching or getting in is out of the question. "No comment"
Skills:
-Mechanics
-Drinking "Hey! It's a skill...
-Womanizing "Once again, a skill"
-Writing "Don't go advertising it, I don't share my stuff"
Romance: Single, looking around. "I just got here, so I still need to scope out the menu first"
Thoughts on the Auditore Family: "The who? I just got here, is there someone I needed to talk to?" Jack has no idea who they are.
Thoughts on the Sarinelli Family: "You keep askin' me about these italians, is there somethin' I need to know?" Once again, Jack has no idea.
Personality:
The best way to describe Jack is rugged. He has a rugged exterior and interior. Jack does not get the concept of 'manners' and while he is very good at wooing women, he does not do it in a gentlemen like way. Its almost as if that social line that everyone innately had is nonexistent in him. He's blunt and basically says the first thing on his mind, regardless of who is present. Its not as if he means too....he just doesn't have that filter. But for some reason, people don't hate him for it. Its charming, his clear way of speaking and the way he always says the truth. Now thats not to say he hasn't made a few enemies, but Jack also has a fiery anger that can snap instantly. He drinks, a lot, and if he doesn't drink the right stuff (tequila for instance) he becomes the kind of guy that punches someone just for opening their mouth. But on his drink of choice, whiskey or beer, Jack just becomes a laughing, jovial, and happy drunk.
When it comes to friends and family, Jack doesn't have any. He does not hold an importance to those types of relationships and views it as stupid and pointless. Jack hates seeing families together, almost with a burning passion, and the sucky thing for him is they are everywhere. It is one of the main reasons for his drinking. But, Jack hates to dump his problems on other people and unless directly asked (he never lies) he keeps those feelings to himself.
History:
Jack father died when he was 13 and he was left with a mom that did not care to be around. She went out every night gambling and drinking and would sometimes not show up for a couple days. But, Jack didn't care. He grew up without parents and to him it was a blessing. They lived in a crappy one story house, but it was basically his. He threw parties every weekend, ate whatever he wanted, watched whatever he wanted, and basically did whatever he wanted. A teenagers dream.
The only reason Jack made it through high school was because of a group of girls that basically showed up at his house every day and forced him out of bed. He knew they liked him, but he never acted on it. They were too nice...he couldn't loose their friendship and help over an easy hook-up that he could get with any other girl at the school. Despite their efforts, those three girls only got Jack to pass high school with all D's, nothing that would get him into college. It wasn't as if he had any money and as soon as that graduation ceremony ended, Jack packed up his stuff and left in his dads old blue Chevy Chevelle.
He drove across the country for the next eight years, stopping in towns for never more then five months. He got jobs, his mechanical experience with cars and his good-looks made it easy to find them. Jack lived in hotels, usually pretty crappy ones that gave him a bad night sleep, or he simply slept in the back of his car. He had his house back home sold once the inheritance came to him on his 18th birthday. He had no idea how his mom reacted to that, but he simply didn't care. Families weren't worth it and he swore he would never have them. He hated seeing them, how happy they were together and how oblivious they were to how easy it would be to rip them apart. People put too much faith in each other.
There was one town that Jack stayed in for about four months where he actually put his name down on a small apartment. To his surprise mail came to him a few weeks later in the form of a condolence letter from a doctor that knew him and his mother relationship. She had died of an overdose. Jack spent about three minutes trying to work up the emotion to be sad at this news, but nothing came. He threw the letter out and in two days he was on to the next town.
Occasionally he will call back to Maryland to those three girls that helped him get through high school. They are really the only people he has ever shared anything beyond the surface with and he has no plans of changing them. They have moved on from him though and are no longer the giggling girls that would wake him up at 7:30; Miranda works at an advertising agency and is getting married in the spring, Lydia is opening a coffeehouse near her home, and Chantel has moved to Europe for some crazy acting job. It's weird for Jack, to think that he has been in this state of limbo for eight years and they are already moving on. He contemplates finding somewhere to stop and settle down, but he doubts he will ever find somewhere that he can actually stay at.
