SULLIVAN, jolene niamh

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jolene niamh sullivan.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. jolene niamh sullivan
stage name. jolene sullivan
nicknames. jo
age dob. thirty four, november twenty-first
gender. female
sexual orientation. heterosexual
career. tv/film actress
hometown. cork, ireland


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5’8”
eyes. blue
hair. ginger
build.slim
distinguishing features. faint irish accent, her naturally brightly coloured hair
play-by. mini anden


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. coffee, night-time, parties, jasmine tea, cider, risks, being impulsive, laughing, travelling, her two little boys, dogs, the beach, summer, eating out, cliché moments, chinese food, waking up at noon, dressing up, hiking, sun bathing, water sports.
hates. peanuts, cold coffee, staying indoors, being ignored, cold weather, cats, the whole concept and beliefs of what a relationship should be, thunder storms, drunks, animal abuse, doing nothing, know-it-alls.
quirks.

• wears reading glasses when she reads scripts though she doesn’t need them. It’s purely so she looks smart.
  
• grinds her teeth when frustrated
  
• cracks her knuckles
  
• has double jointed elbows, showing people is her favourite party trick

aspirations.

• become an a-list actress
  
• complete her bucket list before she’s forty
  
• travel to at least every continent
  
• be known internationally

secrets.

• had to repeat a year at school when she was fourteen
  
• has fantasies about katy perry ever since she saw ‘I kissed a girl’
  
• starred in a low-budget porn video, which is still being sold in shops

personality evaluated.
There aren’t enough words to describe Jolene. She’s exuberant, reckless and capricious is just one of a few. Though she’s thirty four and has three children she’s still as fun-loving and bubbly as she was fourteen years ago. In a sense she had never truly grown up since she was twenty. She remains taking risks; doing things that could undoubtedly kill her, all in the name of fun. It’s always act first think later with her; causing her to get into a lot of mishaps that could easily be avoided. But she lives for the now and doesn’t regret a single thing she has done. She liked to live a life without regrets and doesn’t ever want to say she wish she had done that. She’d rather do it and be disappointed than not do it and wonder what could have happened. She’s unpredictable and will more often than not be gone for days on ends without so much as a reason. All she wants is fun in her life; she can’t stay in one place and do nothing. She has to be out and about or she’ll start to think and thinking for her is a very bad thing. She thinks about all the things that have turned out bad that could’ve easily been turned around. But because she was her, it didn’t. She ends up blaming herself and becomes self-destructive. She throws herself a pity party and drinks her body weight in alcohol, until she’s reminded of what she has to live for.

To say Jo’s eccentric is an understatement. From everything she wears to the way she has raised her children is unconventional. She’s a free spirit and has raised her children to do the same and comes off as more than fun aunt rather than the mother. She’s immature and indecisive which her family deemed as not mother worthy. She’s too much of a child to raise one and it’s proven in her actions. She’d rather take them out for a fun time than teach them morals. She’d rather be out kayaking or taking pole dancing lessons than helping them with their homework. She’s hardly the most reliable person out there; she often goes back on her words and forgets about her earlier obligations. Which is the most common reason she is labelled a bad mother; on numerous occasions she has forgotten about her children. Though she is fickle and often not the most together person she is an amiable and generous individual. She’s easy too approach and would rather be talking to a group of strangers than to be on her own in a corner. She’s likes to think of herself as the life of the party; sociable and fun to be around whilst still managing to maintain a well-rounded conversation.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. dermot owen sullivan , fifty nine , pub landlord.
mother. caitlin fiona sullivan , fifty seven , retired nurse.
siblings. siobhan alana murphy , thirty , hair stylist.
teagen maeve kelly , twenty eight , teacher
pets. benny , pomeranian , dog
chooch , pomeranian , dog
other family.ronan emmet brady, thirty five, ex husband
brendan joel brady , ten , son
casey dermot brady , seven , son
ayden ronan brady , five, son
fiona meghan murphy , eight , niece
brienna erin murphy , four , niece
ryan oscar kelly , two , nephew
history evaluated.

• Jolene was born and raised in Cork, Ireland. Her family had seven generations in the city; it seemed as if every corner you turned you would run into some sort of relative or someone who knew her family. Her family were devout catholic and often preached to her the values and morals of the bible. She was constantly told what not to do and what she could do. Naturally she ignored that growing up.
  
  
• From an early age she showed restlessness and in an effort to subdue and calm her down her parents enrolled her into ballet at the age of six but even then she was still troublesome. The ballet was enough to hold her interest; she looked forward to her next session and was always practicing at home. She showed real potential but that didn’t mean anything changed at home.
  
  
• Being the eldest meant Jolene was to be the mature one; the one responsible for her younger children. Which she was not; at the age of eight she nearly let her youngest sister drown in a pond. It was obvious from then she could not be trusted to hold the fort whilst her mother went to the shops.
  
  
• Her school years were just as difficult; she was more interested in her ballet and how to perfect her plié. Her parents regretted ever enrolling her into ballet but it was better than her getting trouble. That was their constant excuse for her lack of good grades by the time she had reached fourteen. She became more engulfed in her ballet and soon it took priority over everything else, because of this she had to repeat her ninth year. As soon as the summer of that year hit; Jolene hit puberty. Her hips widened and she shot up and all of her dreams of becoming a professional ballet dancer were shattered. She was told she didn’t have the ballerina body anymore, and so she stopped dancing. She stopped doing the one thing she truly loved.
  
  
• She left school at sixteen and did odd jobs here and there until she realised she needed a new aim in her life, so she moved to LA when she was eighteen with big dreams to make it as a dancer, maybe not ballet as she had originally planned but anything was better than working as a bathroom cleaner. For the first six months she spent a lot of the time partying and doing a lot of things she wouldn’t have been able to get away with at home. She didn’t think of the consequences and inevitably she ran out of cash. She had deserted her dreams of becoming a dancer and soon returned to doing what she had wanted to leave behind. She worked as toilet attendant, a waitress and countless other jobs until she met Ronan Brady at the age of twenty.
  
  
• He persuaded her to do acting though his definition of acting was more risqué and was in front of a home video camera. She was young and was ready to have fun which he eagerly took advantage of. She was sick of doing all those boring jobs and working just for the money. She starred in Ronan’s homemade videos for four years before she fell pregnant with her first child. By then a number of his videos where in shady video stores and she was getting recognised in the street. It wasn’t the recognition she wanted when she first heard the words movie, but it was enough to make her feel appreciated.
  
  
• After her first son was born she quit the erotic movie business and decided to go into real acting. She didn’t want porn star inscribed on her grave when she died. She wanted to make a name for herself and acting was a new focus for her. It meant she could meet new people and everyday was more fun and different to the last. Something she always wanted in a career. Ronan remained in the erotic movie business for the next two years as she pursued her acting career landing small roles on adverts and tv shows. He helped out with Brendan whenever he could.
  
  
• At twenty seven she had her second child to Ronan. Taking this a sign Ronan proposed and they got married in Vegas, something Jolene had always wanted to do. Ronan quit the erotic movie business after Jolene told him she didn’t like him seeing other naked women that weren’t her. He got a steady job as a barman at a night club.
  
  
• Jolene had her third and final child at twenty nine. At this time she had become more wild and unpredictable; often leaving her children with child minders or on Ronan. She was always out and they hardly ever saw their mother. Ronan had bought his own club during that time and was now self-employed and earning enough money to keep them pretty whenever she didn’t get the role she wanted.
  
  
• Jolene and Ronan divorced three years after their third child was born; staying married for their children’s sake just wasn’t a good enough excuse for Jo. She wanted more out of her life and though she knew it sounded selfish; her children were keeping her grounded. So when Ronan asked for custody Jolene gladly accepted though the look on her boys eyes made her agree to just holidays and whenever they wanted to see her, if she wasn’t busy.
  
  
• Since then Jolene has landed more steady roles on television shows and small roles on TV. Her life is still as hectic as always and she loves it.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. zoe
years of rp experience. four
other characters. nada.
how did you find us. faded destiny
roleplay sample.

The sky was covered in grey clouds and the cold October air was still felt even through layers of clothing. Susie shivered as she nipped her coat closer to herself. Her eyes darted from side to side, paranoid of being followed. She held the bag closer to her chest as she rushed through the streets of an abandoned town in Paris. It was close to the curfew and if she didn’t hurry she faced being interrogated by a German soldier. Worse yet they would search here and surely find the two grenades along with explosives hidden in the bag she now held dearest. She looked both ways before crossing the road she knew would not have traffic but it was a habit that she could not break even in desperate times where being careful on the road was nothing compared to being careful when you are armed with something as explosive and as dangerous enough to get you killed in occupied France.

She fumbled with the keys as reached the apartment look she was currently residing in. In dire situations things like this only made her more angst and suspicious. It was four minutes until the curfew and the blasted door wouldn’t open. After trying and trying the door finally clicked open, letting her slip inside to the warmth and security. She sighed blissfully as she closed the door behind herself and lent against it briefly. She attempted to regulate her breathing so it would be no longer haggard and shallow. It didn’t work and as she climbed the stairs, her heart started to pound in her chest. Something wasn’t right. The usual busy atmosphere in the apartment had hushed and it was not even fully eight o’clock. It was eerily quiet as she took another unsure step towards her room. She stopped and looked about her. Where was the nosey landlady who would usually inquire about her day and in particular what was in the bag she was clutching. Where was the little girl who always read on the stairs below, her head always bent over which left her hair cascading over her face. Where was the drunken poet who claimed he was still looking for his muse and that if she was to share his bed he would surely come up with something new.

Something was definitely up. As she turned to leave the apartment building though now it was probably eight o’clock and she would most likely be stopped and questioned. But if she kept low and hidden in the never ending alley ways perhaps she could escape unseen. She heard a shuffle up the stairs coming from where her room was. As she heard this it triggered something in her and before she could command her feet to move she began to run down the flight of stairs she had travelled up for so many times. She heard footsteps close behind her, too close. They were gaining on her and it felt as if she was going at snail pace compared to them. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and perhaps if have was she would’ve seen him. Perhaps do something but the staircase left no room for imagination and it was far too late now. She bumped into a German officer who stumbled backwards with her following suit. She struggled to break free as they collapsed in a pile on the ground floor, the officer had his arms around her waist. Constricting her and holding her hostage as his companions rushed down the stairs to see what had happened. The German soldiers surrounded her whilst one held her in place. She knew this was the end. After everything she had done. She had failed.

[itsdayna]

you're super cool for making a generation x character!
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