I am a pretty loveable guy most of the time. I'm have a zero tolerance for assholes. So if you show up at the bar I will kick you out. No warning whatsoever! I never said I was a fair man, but I am to a point. I hated growing up as the baby boy of the family. Always being the one getting picked on. Though I did sort of miss it with only Patty in the picture. He had let up on me as we grew older. Occasionally he may razz me about something, but we grew close with it only being the two of us for years. I can be quite demanding and wanting. I do usually end up with my way after a fight. I can be playful and fun when the need arises too. I love my wife and kids more than anything in this world.

[smear:#19e6e2]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619c9:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence
5)Pro-Active: Thinking and acting ahead; anticipating difficulties or challenges that bring about change.
6)Charming: Having a pleasing personality; being appealing to others.

[smear:#e619c9]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6e2:0]
1)Spoiled: Having an attitude of entitlement due to excessive coddling and pampering.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
4)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.
5)Extravagant: Exceeding the limits of sensibility or need. Especially when getting gifts for my wife and kids!
6)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.

Northern Ireland was where I was born. Coalisland to be exact which is in Tyrone County. Born to strict Irish Catholic parents that more than loved us. I was their third son. Roy the eldest, and Patrick after him. They named me Sullivan Tiernan Jennings. Two years after I was born came our baby sister Mary who was born a spitfire. A few years later my oldest brother's best friends parents died in a hang-gliding accident, and my parents took him in as they were his godparents.

I was fifteen when the IRA was pressuring my father to join them. All his life he had been a coal-miner and that was what he knew. Insteak my parents fled the country with Patrick, Mary, and I. Roy was already married so he stayed behind in Coalisland. Rocky had run off four years earlier after his girlfriend was found drowned in the pond. Rumor was he had joined the IRA. Whether or not this was true or not I have no idea. My father found a ship willing to take us to America. My father, Patrick and I worked for our passage to America. Mom worked in the kitchens and laundry, and Mary helped where she was needed. I'll never forget the day that the Atlantic Ocean wasn't our only view. The statue of Liberty came into view long before we got to our port. When we pulled into the Upper New York baby it was a bit overwhelming seeing that statue looming above us as if welcoming us to this new land. Or was it warning us to go back? Yeah I do have an adventurous sort of mind that my imagination takes over.

It was hard for us after arriving in America. Our cousin was married to a Son of Anarchy in Reno, Nevada. It was the sons in New York who helped us out at first. Patrick and I ended up in Nevada, and we prospected to the club there when we turned eighteen. Mary ended up joining us for a while, and she fell in love with one of the first nine Wally Grazer. Even though he was twice her age he fell madly in love with her. Since Mary was in our care he asked for permission before taking her anywhere as well as permission to date her. Since he was a loyal friend Patrick gave permission. Mary suddenly made a trip back to New York where our parents had refused to leave wanting to go no further. She never came back, and our parents wouldn't tell us where she was.

Word came that Mary had died after giving birth at a nunnery in New York where my parents had sent her when they found out she was pregnant. Patrick and I made our way there to find out what happened to the baby. Turns out he had been given up for adoption, and there was no way we could find him as the records were sealed. Even Wally who was the father couldn't get anymore information that we could. We got to visit our sister's grave, but it was unreal. Like we were missing something. Something we never figured out.

Years went by and Patrick and I had families of our own. I was introduced to an Irish girl named Eireann who was definitely my soulmate in all ways. We have two boys and a girl. A girl we named Mary after my baby sister. We were more than happy in our lives, and the life of the club who was our family too. Around ten years had passed and word came from Ireland that our brother Roy and his wife Mary Agnes had been killed. I was unable to go at the time, but Patrick went back to Coalisland to find our nephews. To bring them home to us so that they were with family. They had already been farmed out, and nobody would talk to him. So he packed up our brother's personal belongs and his families. Bringing all the photos and other stuff home with him that was locked up in a safe.

Eighteen years have passed, and we got a call from our cousin's husband Malec who was up in Washington, California where the Reno boys liked to vacation at. He said he had found Roy's boys that were part of a new Sons of Anarchy charter in Washington, California. Patrick and I were in Indian Hills having helped set up the new patched over charter there for the last few months. Our kids missing their friends as well as us. So we packed up our stuff and headed to Washington, California to meet our nephews. Not only did we meet Roy's boys, but Mary's baby as well. All three of them had been New York sons, and had transferred to Washington following their old president who was the new one here in WAshington.

Once we got there it was a whirlwind of meeting the boys Connor and Murphy who were definitely Roy's boys, and Storm who was Mary's baby boy. By the time we had gotten there a few hours later Storm had news that he had a twin, and that he knew here. She was the adopted daughter of the Bronx, New York charter's president. Our family was coming back together. It was bittersweet as we could see Roy in his boys, and in Storm's eyes our baby sister. Both of our siblings who we missed terribly even though it had been years.

The whirlwind didn't just stop that day. Patty and I found ourselves in New York where they were wanting to exhume our baby sister's grave. The Astors who were a part of the Washington Club now had gotten the ball rolling investigating the nunnery. Come to find out their baby sister had given birth there thirty-three years ago, but she'd survived and came home with the baby that was supposed to have been adopted out. While there at the nunnery before they even exhumed the grave we found our baby sister. Alive but not exactly well. She'd been kept a prisoner there for twenty-eight years now.

Come to find out she had four other children while kept prisoner there. The nunnery was running a baby mill. All four of those children had been adopted by the same parents that adopted Storm's twin sister Faye. That day Mary met her son Storm as well as all of her other children at the Brooklyn club house. While the reunion was going on the Irish mob did a drive by shooting. Connor was shot, but he was going to live. Their mother's family was the Irish Mob that they had only found out that day. So it was more than overwhelming for them.

That evening we found out Rocky was alive and well there in New York city. Storm called him over, and he was shocked seeing Patty, Mary, and I. We spent hours getting caught back up after Mary's children had gone home. Except for Faye that is that was staying there longer to get to know Mary and catch up with Storm. When she left Patty rode with her to make sure she got home alright, and Storm went with them riding my bike. While they were gone all hell kinda broke loose, Rocky was suddenly back and pushing a guy inside locking the door behind them. To Mary's and my disbelief the man was our eldest brother Roy. Before we could really react there was banging on the door, and a woman yelling at Roy not to listen to the lies.

The truth came out that night what really happened eighteen years ago in Coalisland Ireland. What Mary Agnes's identical twin sister had done and who she really was. Mauve Devlin was the head of the Irish Mob. Roy saw her for who she truly was. Even after having three children with her. That night he was reunited with us siblings and with his sons that he had thought died the day of the attack from the Irish Mob. Much to all of our disbelief the four of us were reunited again after so many years apart along with our adopted brother Rocky.

The next morning we left to head back to Washington, California. We visited the graves of our parents on the way to the airport. Roy and Mary got to say their goodbyes to our parents. We were all starting a new life together. Were all still in Washington, Roy and Rocky are prospecting to the Washington charter since Roy's boys are in that charter. Patty and I toyed with transferring, but our lives were in Reno. We weren't but like three hours away if we wanted to see one another so we stayed with Reno. They were family to Patty and I after all of these years, and nothing would change that. We all rode together on the trip to Sturgis, and we had fun while we were there. Now we are back in Washington, and shit is still hitting the fan. It seems to have become part of our lives. No we wouldn't change our lives for anything. Especially with all of us reunited again.