Jimmy Sullivan [work in progress]

[Azzy]

jimmy sullivan
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Who are you?

• Name:: Oh goodness, Sullivan's name is a story all on its own. He was born James Victor Sullivan, but because he shared this name with his father, this was quickly shortened to Jim Sullivan. After his father's death, this name stuck -- and after he took up his, uh, job, shall we call it, Jimmy Sullivan became Shadow to those who didn't know him well, and simply Sullivan or, affectionately by his wife, 'Sully', to those who did. Nowadays, with the world at its end and all, he's not really sure what to go by. Sullivan, however, is probably the most common -- first names are for losers, right? Essentially, he can be known as Jim, Jimmy, Sully, Sullivan, or Shadow.
  
• Age:: Somewhere in his thirties, probably mid or late. Roughly 36, but he can't remember exactly, and nobody else is around anymore to tell him for sure.
  
• Gender:: Male
  
• Human or Zombie:: Human
  

What do you look like?

• Eye Color:: A peculiar golden yellow, making Sullivan almost wolfish in appearance.
  
• Hair Color:: Black
  
• Skin Color:: Lightly tanned.
  
• Height:: 6'2"
  
• Weight::194 lb
  
• Brief Description of Appearance:: Sullivan is a thick-looking man, of chunky, muscular stature. He is broad shouldered and really quite average in appearance. His dark hair is shaggy and not terribly well-kept, but is cropped short. Sullivan finds shaving tedious and only does so once he's got a full beard going on; typically he has a solid dusting of facial hair as well as a set of almost old-fashioned looking sideburns. The things that really are striking about Sullivan's appearance would be his golden eyes, not exactly a common colour, and a set of large, obvious scars set across his nose. His eyebrows are fairly thick and low, giving him a fairly consistent glare. His face is not overly wrinkled, but he does have a set of deep 'worry-lines' between his eyebrows, making him look older than he really is. As far as clothing goes, Sullivan prefers an old-fashioned appearance, typically wearing a more formal style of clothing (even during the zombie apocalypse). Furthermore, he almost always has a black fedora on his head -- it is very rare that he removes it.
  
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How are you different?

• Personality:: Gruff, to start. He's had kind of a crappy life and it's hardened him to the world's realities. Sullivan isn't the smiley, happy kind of guy, and the best humor you'll get out of him is a dry kind of sarcasm. He's quiet and doesn't talk a whole lot, and tends to hide his emotions to the best of his abilities -- it'll be a cold day in hell when you see this fella crying.
  
• History:: Jim's history is a long, long thing. He was born the son of a prostitute and a business man, who quickly fell through the cracks after falling in love with her. He gave her the funds to stop selling herself, and helped her raise a number of children. Sullivan was the youngest of these children, alongside his twin brother. There was something in Sullivan, something dark, that his mother sensed -- and while she tried to care for all her sons and daughters equally, there was something that truly distraught her about Jim. He was named James Sullivan, after his father, but quickly nicknamed Jimmy to avoid confusion. When Jimmy was four years old, he was out playing with one of his older brothers when he was gravely injured, and his mother rushed him to the hospital. His father was informed and made his way over, but on his way was struck by a car and died upon impact.
  
  Sullivan's mother blamed her son for her lover's death; if he hadn't have been so clumsy he wouldn't have had to go to the hospital and his father wouldn't have come to see him. He would have lived on.
  
  For years she had harboured this suspicions of her son, that he was not a proper child, and these suspicions grew out of control without her husband to calm her. Jimmy's mother became abusive, hitting and attacking her sons at random, particularly Jim, as if this would put her paranoia to rest or would bring back James. The older children left the home, tired of her recklessness and abusive ways, but Jimmy and his brother were left behind. But while Jimmy shared his father's name, his brother shared his looks and calm personality. While Sullivan was quick to act out and yell back at his mother, it was his brother who calmed her and acted much like their late father figure. For this, she let him be -- but for Jim, it only got worse. She became progressively more abusive, and Jimmy found himself, now in his teen years, spending more and more time out with the local mob. He had met one of the younger members, and had begun to run with him instead of his brothers and sisters and mother.
  
  And one night, after his mother took a cigarette to him and burned a patch of Sullivan's skin, he left once and for all, joining the mob and leaving his brother to deal with his fucked-up, mental patient of a mother.
  
  It was then that he took on the alias, Shadow. He spent years working as an assassin for this mob, becoming a close ally with the second-in-command, a man who called himself Sang. He never did meet the one at the head of the gang; he never showed himself. A man who truly deserved the name 'Shadow', Sullivan had once mused to himself.
  
  Eventually, his rage and darkness grew, and he one day found himself surrounded in the blood of his own mother, the woman who, through her abuse and anger, drove him to be the man he was, the assassin, the killer. Sullivan would not have grown into this violent man without her help, oh no.
  
  However, it was during his years among the mob that he met a woman, a woman by the name of Lila Ray. She changed him, as much as a woman could change a man full of murder and bloodlust. He stopped running with the mob, and stopped calling himself Shadow, going only by the name Sullivan. He had a child. Life, it seemed, was on the right track for Sullivan.
  
  But one night, tired of the missed phone calls and ignorance on Sullivan's part, Sang crept into his home and destroyed the very creatures who had made him a good man at last, gave him peace. Sang murdered Sullivan's wife and child in cold blood, writing the man a letter stating that this, this destruction of things he loved, would continue unless he returned to the mob, paid off his debts to Sang, and continued working as an assassin.
  
  This did not go over well with Sullivan.
  
  The shadowy assassin left his home in a rage upon finding the note and his loved ones bathing in their own blood; he made his way to Sang's hideout, and a massive fight began between the two. His daughter, taken. His wife, taken. Hell hath no fury like an assassin without a happy place, at least in this case. After successfully beating Sang down, Sullivan was given the opportunity to kill him -- and didn't. The memory of his wife, the woman who had changed him so, was too strong. She wouldn't want him to kill, not even the man who had taken her own life.
  
  He left, living in the shadows until the zombie outbreak began -- being a man well-trained in the art of killing, he survived most easily, but had become a man most broken, a man whose feelings lie within a solid iron encasing, an encasing created by the rage of having his family taken from him, a vengeance not properly tasted, and a number of scars all across his body, the most memorable of which, to Sullivan himself, being the cigarette burn on his arm.

Who is behind your face?

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• Your Name:: is a ~secret~
  
• Nicknames:: Azzy, Undead, Gray, a variety of other things. Usually on the Internets I go by Azzy.
  
• Age:: 17
  
• RP Experience:: Idk man lol. Long. I think I started in like 2005 or 2006?
  
• RP Sample::
  
  A very plain looking wolf, apart from the multicoloured piece of fabric tied around its head, pranced about the plains and leaned herself against a tree, a dopey smaile on her face as she did so. Ivy was, as usual, all drugged up and was therefore in her happy place. She leaned back, into a position that looked very silly on a wolf. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes were narrowed, and she had a grin plastered on her face.
  
  When Ivy was high, she felt more connected to nature, and she aimed to visit it, hence she had come to these plains and left the Sorrid City, her usual place of inhabitance (as it is much easier to get drugs off of humans when one lives in a place where humans live). But once she smoked up, Ivy felt wild, and in her dopey, relaxed mood, would carry herself off to the plains to properly enjoy her high.
  
  She listened to the sound of the leaves rustling, to the sound of the grass blowing, and everything felt so chill. This was how she liked it, oh yes. Her smile widened.
  

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