Apr 19, 2021 17:00:25 GMT -6
CONNER MICHAEL JENNINGS
28 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Conner Michael Jennings
Nickname:
Gender: male
Birthdate: February 9th
Orientation: straight
Occupation: Manager of Rocky Sullivan's Pub
Grade: Never finished
Age: 28
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+My brother Murphy.
+My club.
+Ireland
+New York
+Rolling thunder
+Gianna Mavlov
Hate it?
-Pornos
-Corrupt Officials
-Having left Ireland
-Seeing one of my brothers in the club hurt or my own brother Murphy.
-Men that hit and degrade women.
-Being laid up
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my brother
+my club
+being able to ride
-my brother
-my club
-girls definitely a crying one
Fears?!
- Losing my brother
- Losing the club
- Gianna leaving me
Full Personality:I am loyal to a fault. I care about my brother and my club and their families. Probably too much and wear it on my sleeve. I'm right there to back anyone up if need be and help out where I can. I love to party when there's a time too. I am a man of my word.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Sean Patrick Flanery
Eyes: Blue
Skin: white
Hair: Brown
Scars/Marking: few knife scars and gunshots, soa tattoos
Build: slender------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Mary Agnes Jennings (deceased)
Father: Roy Jennings
Siblings: Murphy Jennings Three younger half siblings
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: Uncles: Sullivan Jennings "Sully" @patty Aunts: Mary Louise Jennings Cousins: Wally "Storm" Jennings Faye Salvatore @falcon @ford @forrest Aurora Devin McConnell
History:I was born in Ireland to strict Roman Catholic parents. Grew up going to Sunday school and had all that bible learning. Though when my parents were murdered that totally changed everything. Especially with my brother and I having watched it all being hidden away. I was barely twelve at the time it happened. With no family that we knew off my brother and I were taken in by a family down the road. They weren't nice to us, and we weren't allowed to go to church. Any mention of it and we were beaten.
When I turned eighteen we ran away. Murphy and I ended up in Belfast and quickly made friends with the Son's of Anarchy. We both had bikes that we had bought and paid for with hard earned money. I started prospecting when I turned eighteen and my brother when he turned eighteen. Before he turned eighteen we both had jobs and I kept him safe .
When I started prospecting we were allowed to live at the clubhouse, before that it had been here and there finding a place to spend the night. So life wasn't that easy for us. We made the best of it, and we had each other. We still had the values that our parents had instilled in us, but yet we were outlaws now as well joining the Sons of Anarchy. Wasn't long before we were both Men of Mayhem. Probably hundreds of times since that time. We were loyal to the club and our brothers.
Our past caught up to us and the men that murdered our parents were after us. We didn't back down and we killed the men. Some of our brothers helped us out and we were grateful for that. After that we transferred to New York since we were in trouble with the law. After awhile we settled into the life in New York. Making fast friends and bonds for life with our fellow brothers. I still missed Ireland, but I know we will never go back there. Our life is here in the states now.
My brother and I went with the MacKenzies and the Williams to a school shooting a few days ago, and when they decided to follow Woody to California. We thought why the hell not and decided to go with them. We missed Rocko and Pin as well as Storm and Brick when they had left to join Woody's new charter. There's nothing for us to leave behind in New York. Might as well make another move. So once the poor boy Tyler Williams gets out of the hospital we will be heading for Washington California.
That move was the best thing for us. I have found the love of my life. Found out my father was still alive and that I have three more half siblings. He had been lied to that Murphy and I had died that day. Over half our lives he had missed out on. He was reunited with an old family friend the same day he was with us. Though Rocky had already been reunited with our uncles and aunt. So it was a helluva shock for Rocky and my dad to run into one another at Rocky's pub. Rocky's the one that brought him to us. Rocky joined us coming to Washington and he's having another Rocky's Pub built here. He's asked me to manage it for him. I'm looking forward to it.
I also found the love of my life that I am courting. I have kissed her, but nothing else. The rest is for when we get married. Her name is Gianna Mavlov. We've moved in together but in separate bedrooms, and our brothers have joined us there. It's been great so far. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her.------------------------------------------------------------------
RP Sample:Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.
He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.
He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.
“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.
Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.------------------------------------------------------------------
Username: Conner
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: 10 years plus
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