[smear:#008b8b]Like a small boat On the ocean Sending big waves Into motion Like how a single word Can make a heart open I might only have one match But I can make an explosion And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time? This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me[/smear:#b768a2:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Rocky Sean Sullivan Nicknames | None Birthday | April 8th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Pub Owner and Prospect Grade | Got my ged and went to college for Business. Age | 50 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Matthew Fox Eye Color | Light Brown Hair Color | Dark Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Few tattoos here and there. Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ The Jennings family. + Riding my Harley + My pub Rocky Sullivans + Shepherd's Pie + Irish Rock Bands + Sons of Anarchy
Hate It! •
- Losing Flora - Losing Maribeth - Lost time with my adopted family. - Missing the green fields of Ireland. - Mauve Devlin Jennings - 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.
Dreams •
• Of having my own family. • Finding out what happened to Maribeth.
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.
[smear:#91a7b8]Positive Traits:[/smear:#52708c:0] 1)Generous: Liberal in giving. 2)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset. 3)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence. 4)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge. 5)Idealistic: Seeing the world as it could be; pursuing noble goals, beliefs, or a higher purpose. 6)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has.
[smear:#52708c]Negative Traits:[/smear:#91a7b8:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Devious: Characterized by subtlety and trickery; not straightforward. 4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority. 5)Compulsive: Subject to irresistible urges. 6)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
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The Family Tree
Father | Jack Sullivan (deceased) Mother | Agnes O'Brien (deceased) Siblings | Adopted Siblings: Roy Peter Jennings @patrick Sullivan Tiernan JenningsMary Louise Jennings Spouse | None Children | None Other family | 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 Isaac 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 was a bartender 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 found 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 Connor 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.
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Role Player
Username • character username on board Age • 52 Cbox/Discord • Angie How Long Have You RP'd? • Over eighteen years Comments • No How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie Any Other Characters • See Who Plays Who
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RPG Sample
Rayne sat away from the others somewhat. As it seemed like everyone was paired off but for him. Or they were with their friends. They’d been back from Sturgis for only a few days, and his dad, Rowdy, and Cain were throwing a bash at their place to try and take off some of the stress from what the trip had been. The Oklahoma boys and his dad, and Cain were taking turns getting up on the stage and singing. Oh and even Clyde had gotten up and sang. Their kids called out songs for them to sing, and they’d pick one from one of them. Of course his dad hadn’t asked him. It was mainly his baby brothers and once in a while Rafe or Ryder would yell out one.
Sturgis hadn’t really been any fun and he and his brothers had never gotten that tattoo that he designed. With all hell breaking loose everyone was on high alert the next week so his father and brothers had forgotten about it. He’d slept off and on that next week after what had happened to him. At least the stitches had gotten taken out finally so he didn’t have that discomfort. Though it still aches some, and Stephanie had said it probably would for some time as hard as he had been hit. It itched and bothered him, but he refrained from messing with it not wanting to get it infected as it was healing. The bruises were still there, but not as bad as they had been.
His dad’s attention today was either on Rosanna or his baby brothers most of the time. Feeling tired and left out he got up to head inside to his room. Rafe and Ryder’s attention was on their new found girlfriends. His gaze fell on Athena then who was talking to some of the other kids in the Jr Club, and there were a couple of guys that she was laughing and having fun with. He felt a pang in his heart, and weaved in and out of people to head inside. A stray tear ran down his cheek as he got inside, and he quickly brushed it away. He hissed in his breath at the pain when he had forgotten a moment about his wound. With a deep breath he headed up the stairs when he came up on them.
It wasn’t that much of a walk down the hallway to his room. The pounding of the music and the roar of the crowd outside was inside the house too, and it was giving him a headache. So all he wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Opening his door a sound caught his attention. Looking up he gasped as there were a couple of guys in the room with their girls having fun on his bed as well as Simon’s bed. He gaped in shock for a few moments, before turning bright red not knowing what to do. He jumped when one of them yelled at him to get out. Quickly he ducked out his head pounding even more and realized then that he wasn’t alone upstairs as he saw others in the hallways too.
Looking up and down the hallways he noticed people going in and out of the theater rooms too. Walking down to his dad’s room he thought he might find some relief in there, but his dad must have locked his door. He tried Rowdy’s and Cain’s finding both of them locked. There was nowhere to go he realized, and he headed back down stairs trying not to cry. That wouldn’t look good in front of the sons around. There was a lot that he had no idea who they were. Including the ones that had been in his room having fun. Feeling lost and really left out he turned at the stairs and a drunk son knocked into him knocking him down. He saw stars when his head hit the corner of a baseboard. Laughter was heard, and then they ignored him. Sitting up he held his hand to his head, and when he pulled away there was blood on his head.
He cringed as his head was killing him even more now. Pulling himself up he hears something crash and shatter somewhere. His vision was a little blurry now, and he felt the blood trickling down his forehead. There had to be somewhere that he could go, and he thought of the garage. Making his way down that way he put the code into the door knowing it had been locked up for the party. His dad was taking any chances with his panhead with someone messing with it. Once the door shut behind him the sound was suddenly gone as the garage seemed to be soundproof. His ears were ringing though from the never ending sound from before.
With an unsteady breath he made his way over to his bike not even fighting the tears now. Sitting on it he laid his head down against the cool gas tank and the sobs came unable to stop them. He wasn’t feeling good at all, and when he lifted his head a while later there was a lot of blood on his bike. Had to be from where he had hit his head. A ride might help him feel better was his thoughts, and he got off pushing his bike out a side door, and around some bikes getting on his bike after making sure the garage was locked back up. If it wasn’t his dad, Rowdy, and Cain not to mention the others with bikes in there would kill him.
Starting his bike he rode down the driveway with the guards not even looking twice at him as there were sons and jr club members coming right and left. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks and there was still blood trickling down so his vision was still a bit blurred. Right now he didn’t care, he just had to get away, and hopefully clear his head. His dad and brothers as well as the others would probably never even notice he was gone. They were having too much fun. A while later he realized that the ride wasn’t helping, and he stopped not even knowing where he was. He hadn’t been this way yet. Only the other direction into town. The throbbing in his head was even worse, and all he wanted was his dad right now.
Turning his bike around he tried to wipe the tears away and the blood, but it wasn’t helping much. With a deep breath he headed back. With his vision obscured, he didn’t see the cloud of dust coming down a dirt road not far away. When he turned on the next road thinking he was going in the right direction the car came out of nowhere. Unable to stop he ran right into it, and he was suddenly flying through the air. The impact of hitting the road knocked him out.