Name: Lachlan Reid
Age: 28 Years old
Place of birth: Wick , Scotland
Current residence: A couch in a garage.
Lachlan Reid, a Scotsman in his late twenties born in Wick, North-eastern Scotland.
His earlier years were, as to be expected from a toddler, uneventful. Or so they were until the untimely death of his mother when he was just 5 years old.
At this point, his stepfather decided he had enough of, what he referred to as, northern Scotland and packed their stuff and moved to Inverness instead, where he himself was born. He was never able to cope with the loss of his loved one, and the autopilot got engaged. Working the nightshift, sleep/drink during the days, occasionally remember to go grocery shopping.
The abundance of alcohol in the home lead to Lachlan already drinking on occasion at the age of 11, and then regularly when he was 12. Mostly staying away from the house when his stepdad was home, he would sometimes go a couple of days without ever showing up. This in turn lead to bad influences when he was out and about, resulting in him turning to drugs at the young age of 13. His teenage years until the age of 18 is a blurry mess of alcohol, drugs, violence and the occasional scuff with Mr Plod.
Mere weeks before his 18th birthday, there was an outbreak of contaminated cocaine which unfortunately took several lives across Scotland, among them several of Lachlan’s “friends”. Thankfully enough, this drove Lachlan to, once and for all, leave the life of a Jake behind himself. But as we all know, when you take something away, something else has to fill the void. And for Lachlan it was, once again, alcohol.
By the age of 22, already having served a couple months here and there, he was finally convicted to 3 years in prison for aggravated assault. The event leading up to the court judgement wasn’t much of a big deal, at least not if you were to ask the drunk Lachlan. As he himself stated to the police when he was arrested “Etfer callin’ me a nonce the wee eejit was aboot tae chore ma bevvy fur the third time, course a’ chibbed the cunt”.
After being released he did what he could to stay out of trouble, but the bottle was always close at hand. And being fed up with it all, he decided he had, to the best of his ability, leave his past behind himself and so he left for the states. The first few months went well, but eventually he stopped working and, more or less, just turned into a nuisance to the general population. At least until he got the call to move to LS instead, where he’s now going to, for the third times, start a new life.
(I'm not much on adding pictures and all that, never really gotten into it / gotten good at it, forgive me)