Jan 1, 2023 23:19:54 GMT -6
ROCKY SEAN SULLIVAN
50 year old PROSPECT, WELCOME TO CHARMING, CALIFORNIA.------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Rocky Sean Sullivan
Nickname:
Gender: male
Birthdate: April 8th
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Pub Owner
Grade: got my ged and went to college for Business
Age: 50
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter Prospect------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+The Jennings family
+Riding my Harley
+My pub
+Shepard's Pie
+Irish bands
+Sons of Anarchy
Hate it?
-Losing Flora
-Losing Maribeth
-Lost time with my adopted family
-Missing the green fields of Ireland
-Mauve
-IRA
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my adopted family
+owning my own pub
+My friends
-my adopted family
-Having lost my true loves
-My friends
Fears?!
- Losing my adopted family again
- Falling in love again just to lose them
- Not being able to ride
Full Personality:I'm an easy going guy, but I run a tight ship when I'm working to make things run smoothly. I bottle things up and keep them inside never letting anyone in. Only one I ever let in was Roy. He hasn't been an option since we were sixteen. I'm friendly and make friends easily. I'm actually a people person. Really have to be in my line of work. I try not to let my feelings get the best of me in everything.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Matthew Fox
Eyes: Light Brown
Skin: white
Hair: dark brown
Scars/Marking: a few tattoos
Build: muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Agnes O'Brien (deceased)
Father: Jack Sullivan (deceased)
Siblings: Adopted Siblings: Roy Jennings @patty Sullivan Jennings "Sully" Mary Louise Jennings
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: Godparents/adoptive Parents: Isaac Newton and Mary Josephine Jennings. (both deceased)
History:I was born in Ireland quite a few years ago. I grew up in a happy home full of love. My parents died in a hang-gliding accident when I was around ten. My godparents Issacs and Mary Devlin took me in and raised me after that. I had been an only child. Now I was in a household with four other kids. Roy was my best friend though. We had grown up together. they made sure I felt like I was part of the family. There was always a part of me missing though after that.
I fell in love a few years later. Her name was Flora. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I was courting her as any good Irish Catholic boy would do. Roy and Mary would go on double dates with us. Ice skating was one of her favorite things to do. we'd go swimming in the creek in the summers. We had our first kiss under the mistletoe at Christmas when we were fifteen. It was about a month after I turned sixteen. It was Flora's birthday. We were to meet up the rec center, but she never showed up. Everyone searched for her. She was found floating in the creek. I couldn't believe she had just drowned. She was a good swimmer. Even with the freezing cold water she would have survived. It was ruled as an accident though. I couldn't take it and I took off joining the IRA.
It was a few years later that I came back. I was presumed dead after a bomb went off killing some of the men I was working with. Isaac and Mary had moved to the states with their three younger children. Roy and Mary were happily married and starting a family. I didn't stay long as it stirred up old memories, but I did catch up with Roy. I got a job on a ship working my way to the United stated then.
It wasn't long after I arrived in New York I met a girl. Unfortunately I found out later she was only sixteen. I was only twenty-two, but she disappeared shortly after that. She'd told me she was eighteen. I found out on accident how old she really was. She had an aunt and uncle in Reno Nevada so I figured Maribeth had went back there since they had raised her. Maribeth Sinclair. I tried looking her up a few years later, but never found her. I think about her every now and then. I haven't been serious with anyone since her.
I ended up getting declared a US Citizen, and went and got my GED. Then I took business classes wanting to open my own pub. I bartended paying my way through college. After graduating I worked till I made enough money to open my pub. I named it Rocky Sullivan's Pub. It's become a world famous pub in New York City. I have well known Irish bands playing all the time there. All Ireland born employees but maybe a couple. So the food is all authentic Irish.
I knew some of the Brooklyn Son's, and finally figured out that two of them were Roy's boys. I was saddened to find out he was dead. I tried looking after the two and telling them stories about their dad and his family. I figured that his siblings and parents weren't alive anymore either. I hated hearing that they were leaving New York and moving to California. I was shocked one night to find out they were back in town. I was reunited with Roy's siblings who were alive. Mary had been through hell, but she was alive. found out Storm was her son, and that was a surprise.
It was that same night that my best dead best friend walked into my bar. I reunited him with his family. He thought his son's were dead thanks to the bitch that had killed his wife. I still wonder if Mauve was responsible for Flora's death too. But to kill her own twin sister Mary just wasn't right. She'd more or less kept Roy prisoner for years. Had three kids with him. They escaped with him that night, and fund out the truth of what happened all those years ago.
Now I'm in Washington California with them. I feel sort of whole again after all these years being reunited with them. I'm opening up a Rocky Sullivan's pub here in Washington, and Conner Jennings, Roy's eldest is going to manage it for me. I'll be around to help him out though. I've found my home again and now I'm prospecting to the Washington Sons. I'm happy here. Happier than I have been in a long time.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: rocky
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
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