[smear:#ab34bd]Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay … Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow Bless you with love for the road that you go … May you sail far to the far fields of fortune With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet And may you need never to banish misfortune May you find kindness in all that you meet … May there always be angels to watch over you To guide you each step of the way To guard you and keep you safe from all harm Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay … May you bring love and may you bring happiness Be loved in return to the end of your days Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay … May there always be angels to watch over you To guide you each step of the way To guard you and keep you safe from all harm Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay[/smear:#e6195f:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Mary Louise Jennings Nicknames | Mary Lou Birthday | October 13 Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Don't have one. Grade | Never finished school. Age | 44 Club Affiliation | Reno and Washington Charters Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Neve Campbell Eye Color | Green Hair Color | Dark Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Holding a baby. + Reading a book to escape reality. + My babies that were taken away from me. + Singing a lullaby. + Going for walks even though I had a guard on me. + The smell of fresh flowers.
Hate It! •
- The nuns at the nunnery who tortured me. - The doctors who turned a blind eye. - The guards who kept us prisoners. - Being a slave to the nuns. - Being in more or less a prison. - That my babies were taken from me.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My children + My willpower - My family - My friends - Being vulnerable
Fears •
• Being buried alive. • Being taken again. • Losing one of my family.
Dreams •
• Getting to know my babies that were taken from me. • Spending the rest of my life with 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.
[smear:#e6195f]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a4:0] 1)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others. 2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 3)Generous: Sharing whenever doing so might help. Offering gifts with no conditions. 4)Supportive: Providing encouragement and assistance to others. 5)Unselfish: Thinking of others and acting on their behalf rather than being concerned with oneself. 6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
[smear:#e619a4]Negative Traits:[/smear:#e6195f:0] 1)Resentful: Marked by bitterness. 2)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority. 3)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 4)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood. 5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. 6)Vindictive: An inability to forgive.
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 six 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.
I was reunited with my brothers Patty and Sully who came when they were going to exhume my grave to see if I was really dead. I had hidden in the cemetery, and when I was found I wasn't giving up that easily. My brothers were shocked to find me alive. They quickly got me out of there taking me to the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. All of my children came to meet me. It was thanks to my eldest son Storm for wanting to find out who he was that had led to my freedom.
We were reunited with our adopted brother Rocky that day too. Our family was coming back together. So it was a shock that night to see Roy who was supposed to be dead. All of us siblings were reunited after years apart. I met Roy's boys though Connor was shot by the mob. Which was behind Roy haven't been presumed dead. Also met Roy's three children he had with the evil witch. Luckily they were nothing like their mother being raised more by their father.
We left the next day for Washington California where we all live in a beautiful home here. Rocky and Roy are prospecting to the Sons here in Washington. Roy's boys and my eldest son are Washington Sons. Patty and Sully belong to the Reno Charter that our cousin was a founder of. All of my children but for Storm were adopted by a beautiful couple who raised my children with love. Giving them the life that they deserved. They came with all of their children visiting us here in Washington. Their adoptive father Sal is the President of the Bronx Sons of Anarchy charter.
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Role Player
Username • Mary 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.