SULLIVAN, thomas garrett

[thomas garrett sullivan]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 485px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 5px solid; padding: 10px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 2px;]THOMAS GARRETT SULLIVAN junior • popular • harry styles [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]student profile full name thomas garrett sullivan nickname(s) tommy, g, sully birthday & age february first. seventeen gender male sexual orientation heterosexual personality profile interests music parties swimming dancing goofing around meeting people dislikes rules school cold weather writer's block documentaries not having food. the future He really wants to make music, and to perform in front of others. He wants to be famous, but remain humble. hobbies write & play music hang out with friends party play video games sports fears & secrets He's absolutely terrified of clowns & He secretly loves to cook. personality humble: he might be one of the few popular boys that seems to lack a large ego, though this certainly doesn't mean he doesn't have one. He's happier to let other people hog all the attention. playful: he absolutely loves to joke around, though he does know how to quell the feeling. it is possible for him to be serious, it just doesn't come around all that often. sweetheart: he's definately a romantic at heart, he adores the simpler things and he isn't afraid to show affection to those he cares about. knowing: he isn't naive, to put it mildly. he does know what it's like to lose people he loves, and he knows firsthand what it's like to be in pain. guarded: despite his love of love and goofing around, he can be quite hesitant when it comes to letting people in. peculiar: many would find him odd, just from the way he carries himself as the resident joker and borderline trouble maker. rabble rouser: he loves starting trouble, making jokes, etc. he never intends to harm anyone though. defensive: to top all of his endearing qualities off, he gets very defensive with his past, and with those he's closest too. While he'll probably be the first to goof off in a situation, he won't hesitate to 'bite back'. adorable: i mean, just look at him, it's obvious. [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]family profile hometown london, england parents Gregory Sullivan • business ceo • dead eleanor sullivan • doctor • dead siblings henry sullivan • 21 alice sullivan • 20 lucille sullivan • 15 status inheritance/wealthy history Thomas was born to Gregory and Eleanor Sullivan, the third in four children, alongside Henry, Alice, and Lucille. He had a pretty normal childhood. He'd fight with his brother and sister, he'd play sports and other assorted games, and occasionally he would accompany his mother into the city. He and his siblings spent a lot of time with their grandparents in the city, as their parents were always busy and preoccupied with their careers, so they were basically raised by their grandparents while they made a living for the whole family. Thomas was seven when he attended school for the first time, and he hated it. He hated being separated from his siblings for the day, and he hated being away from his grandparents. Eventually though, he made friends, as many young boys would. They played games, played sports, everything seemed perfect. When Thomas was fifteen, his parents got into an automobile accident while driving to pick their children up after attending a gala for their mother's hospital fundraiser. And that when everything seemed to fall apart. By this time, Thomas' older brother and sister had already started to go off on their own, and were already starting to make poor decisions. Unfortunately for them, their grandparents lacked the financial stability required to raise two more kids on their own, so the four, grandfather, grandmother, thomas, and lucille packed up what belongings they had, and moved to the states. Thomas' aunt and uncle had started a pretty successfully large business out in california, and they were more than happy to invite the broken family into their home. Thomas and his little sister Lucille were enrolled in the academy, and were returning to a comfy lifestyle; from both their parents' inheritance and the sizable wealth their aunt and uncle had. Thomas seemed to love the academy though, it seemed to be ripe with interesting people. But he had gotten fairly protective over his siter, and the two had grown close over the ordeal of losing their parents and leaving the only home they knew, until now, behind. the puppeteer your alias AC! time rping oh god. like. 7 years. how did you find us affiliation with nightmare. entrance word -admin edit- rp sample Reverse. That would have to be the word to best describe her methods. She began her day prowling absentmindedly near the nightclubs, mingling with the hungover and the occasional still-drunk party-goer who hadn't quite completed the safe journey home the night before. She found feeding was much... simpler, when her, for lack of a better term, walking blood banks were already groggy and incoherent. While many would frown upon her apparent advantage taking over the minds and bodies of others, she saw no wrong to it. After all, she wasn't draining them, she was merely taking what she needed to get her safely to the next day. However, when she grew tired of having slurred questions being thrown out at her; why was the street spinning, and could she kindly make it stop because that was a particular ride that they very much wanted to get off of - she quickly made herself scarce. She had no viable method of vehicular transportation, so she was stuck with walking, though she didn't mind it all that much. Walking, she found, gave her the much desired (and needed) alone time to think, though she really didn't know what she should have been thinking about. It wasn't as if she were losing time, or anything. She had spent the morning wandering around, then - and eventually she made it to the ranch. It really was a wonderful place, the horses, the people she saw. People in relationships she knew she could probably never imitate. And while her keen interest in the antics of humans drew her in, it was most definitely the horses that made her stay. They truly were marvelous creatures, she even had the good fortune of owning a few, over the years. Though her own were few and far between, and her attachments to them embedded within her a sense of loyalty that deterred her from purchasing any more. She often came to the ranch to keep that familiar sense of longing at bay, and for the most part, it was successful. But even so, despite her love of the animal, she departed almost as quickly and as silently as she had arrived, resuming her slow, leisurely pace along the sidewalk, unintentionally eavesdropping on others' conversations. And oh, how she'd long for their troubles, their issues. Someone's boyfriend was probably cheating on one, and another's cat was ill, while another's had an uncle or an aunt in the hospital - Ophelia, well, she'd been there and back again a handful of times. And people probably thought her strange, as she walked alone along the sidewalk, hands clasped at her front while an indistinguishable tune was hummed. It was only when she reached the park, did she stop, turning slowly to ascend the small hill the led into the green park - and it was beautiful. But with that beauty, came an undeniably strong sensation of envy. There were people with their spouses, or significant others, people playing with toddlers and young children on the playground, mothers pushing infants in strollers. She was even beginning to miss the childish games she used to play with her siblings - all of it reminded her of a life she no longer was entitled to. But through it all, she kept a stoic smile upon her face, as she watched, observed, wanted. She was like a greedy little child, wasn't she? Wanting what she could not have. It was kind of pathetic, when you really thought about it. But as she looked around, she silently willed people to just stop and talk to her - that's all she really wanted, honest - she just.. couldn't gather up the nerve to actually approach anyone. Yet. [/style] [/style]

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