Aug 23, 2021 14:45:20 GMT -6
MARY LOUISE JENNINGS
44 year old FAMILY MEMBER OF THE CLUB, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Mary Louise Jennings
Nickname: Mary Lou
Gender:; female
Birthdate: October 13
Orientation: straight
Occupation: don't have one
Grade: never finished school
Age: 44
Motorcycle Club: Reno Nevada and Washington Clubs------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+Holding a baby
+reading
+my babies that were taken away from me
+singing a lullaby
+going for walks even though I have a guard on me
+the smell of fresh flowers
Hate it?
-The nuns
-The doctors
-the guards
-Being a slave
-Being in more or less a prison
-That my babies were taken from me
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my family
+my children
+willpower
-my family
-my children
-feeling vulnerable
Fears?!
- Being buried alive
- Being taken again
- losing one of my family
Full Personality:I am a quiet person. I have learned to be calculated and buy my time. Otherwise I will be punished. Which one day I will have revenge for. Rage is inside of me that I can control. Vengeance will be mine.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Marie Avgeropoulos
Eyes: Green
Skin: white
Hair: dark brown
Scars/Marking: none
Build: curvy------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Mary Josephine Devlin
Father: Isaac Newton Jennings
Siblings: Roy Jennings @patrick Sullivan Jennings "Sully" Rocky Sullivan
Spouse: none
Children: Wally "Storm" Jennings Faye Salvatore @falcon @ford @forrest Fallon Salvatore
Other: Sister in laws: Nephews Conner Jennings Murphy Jennings four more nephews and a niece
History:I was born in Ireland to strict Catholic parents. I was the fourth and only girl child of my parents. I had three older brothers. Roy, Patrick and Sullivan. Five really counting Rocky who my parents took in. We were a happy family and enjoyed life together. Till the day the IRA tried to recruit my father. Instead of joining my parents fled the country to America taking Patrick, Sullivan and I with them. My eldest brother Roy had just married his sweetheart, and he stayed in Ireland with her.
I was only thirteen when we came here to the United States of America. I'll never forget seeing the Statue of Liberty hovering above us as we came into port. My parents hadn't been able to afford passage by plane so my father and brothers worked for our passage on the ship we came across on. My mother also helped in the kitchen and laundry and I helped out where I could as well..
Life wasn't easy for us after we got here. If it wasn't for the sons of anarchy that my older brothers fell in with we may not have made it. They'd met them through our cousin's husband who was a son in Reno Nevada. I was fifteen when I met Wally Grazer one of the first nine and I fell instantly in love. He was in love with me as well. It wasn't but a few months later I found out I was pregnant. I told Wally, before finally telling my parents. They were furious with me, and I found myself in a nunnery before I knew it. I was told I would be able to go home after the babies were born. Which was still six months away.
I was told the babies would be given up for adoption. Yes I was pregnant with twins. I was thrilled about it, and tried to run away which only got me in trouble and put in solitary confinement. The babies came a few weeks early. They nurses messed up and let me hold my babies. Wally Jr and Winter I named them. It was more than heartbreaking when they were ripped from my arms and taken away. I cried for days just wanting my babies back in my arms.
Days went by and I asked when I was going to get to go home. The head nun laughed at me and told me I had been reported dead to my family that I wasn't ever leaving this hellhole. My living nightmare was never going to be over. They told me this was my punishment for getting pregnant at the age of fifteen. It was a baby mill and they got girls however they could. My parents and brothers it seemed had turned their back on me when I was sent here. They got me pregnant and then was left alone. Nine months later I gave birth to a baby boy, and this went on for years. In all they had taken seven babies from me to give away to other people. My heart broke each time they took the babies.
Twenty-eight years have passed. Questions are being stirred up in the nunnery by the Astor law firm. A woman has come here twice and I was shocked to hear she was asking questions about me and my first babies. The nuns and authorities here at the prison as I called it were not happy with me and I was beaten a few times, but otherwise left alone to take care of the babies that hadn't been sold yet. They'd discarded of other girls that had served their purpose here so I didn't understand why I wasn't dead yet. Even though there was a supposed grave out back in the cemetery with my name on it.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Mary
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
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How did you find us: I made the site with Cindie and Sage
Any other characters: See who plays who
