His human name is Jack Rose Vinogradov
• Jack rose was an alcohol invented around 1880-1890
• While Vinogradov is a Russian last name meaning vine grove where grapes were grown for wine.
He develops feelings and falls in love extremely easily
• he will rarely mention these feelings to someone else or act on these feelings if he can help it
• he does not expect his feelings to be reciprocated
• he doesn't think anyone could fall for him and usually tries to talk them out of it if they admit feelings to him
He's fought in a war before and really doesn't like loud noises or guns because of it
• I don't know what war he fought in or how long
• he will sometimes wake up in a panic after having a nightmare about it and may think he's being attacked if someone tries to grab him during that time
• he won't talk about his time and will deny any sort of problems or issues he developed
He was born and raised in Las Vegas
• he grew up in a casino, his life was card games and magic acts
• he didn't have a bad childhood but he was pretty ignored as a kid. His parents just leaving him to free reign of the casino and expected him to get himself out of trouble if anything happened
He loves traveling
• he's been all over the country, mostly gambling or playing in lounges
• he's got a lot of debt and that hes pretty much just running from
He currently has a mostly stable job at a bar
• he lives in an upstairs room of the bar, a small room with a bed, desk, a chair and a small couch, and an even smaller bathroom connected to it.
• he doesn't own anything, any money he earns goes to paying for the room and the tiny bit he has left over goes into gambling. He mostly survives off the free drinks he gets
He thinks he's useless and he rarely feels like he has anything to live for
• he constantly drinks himself into a stupor
• he tends not to eat, usually only cooking if absolutely necessary or he has a guest over (usually whatever poor drunk sap he's loaned is room to for the night)
• he fully expects to just not wake up one day or drink so much he ends up with alcohol poisoning.
He's half convinced he's already dead and this is some sort of fucked up purgatory
• he rarely leaves the bar
• he's been having demons and angels as guests lately
He has a pet cat, a stray he's taken in. Alastor has named it "Husker "Tux" Junior", Husk calls him Tux. He is an old black-gray cat with white paws, a white face, a white belly and yellow-orange eyes
• he just wanders in sometimes and husk lets him stay
• it's more likely for him to buy cat food then to buy food for himself
• he has an old box with a blanket in it that he keeps under the counter so the cat has a bed
• he has a little red bow tie the cat wears now that he's pretty much adopted it
He values anyone else's life over his own
• he will sacrifice himself for someone else
• he constantly gives up his bed and/or couch for someone else, usually sleeping on the floor or behind the bar if he's done that
• everyone else's happiness is more important then his own
• the only thing he won't do is give up his alcohol for someone else to have (that's his!)
