sullivan launter [hero]

[Sullivan Launter]

hero
{ play-by} josh holloway[/blockquote]

{ likes }
>> sex
>> women
>> money
{ dislikes }
>> RORA
>> clingy women
>> garrett

{ personality }

sullivan is a huge womanizer-- he spends most of his time chasing skirts and looking for his next best fuck-- he is an asshole basically-- but with heroic intentions... kinda...lmfao

{ roleplay sample }

Letting the sands of time filter in and change things to where they could be seen from the heavens above. Two complete enemies managed to fall for each other, while one already managed to spill the three magical words that changes fate. Yet when the words came spilling out, one just pushed him out of the room and for once in his life, Sullivan felt the hand of rejection slap him in his face. Until the words of an angel called out to him, and he felt her lips collide with him, turning his whole world upside down.

Now as he stood in his room, looking at himself in the mirror where he was just dressed in a pair of slacks and his chest was bare. As the warm summer air leaked into his room, and caressed his skin, sending shivers down his spine and tiny Goosebumps erupted along his skin. Letting his fingers rake through his light brown hair, he pondered whether or not if he should bring anything for Fiske. For tonight was the night of the dance, and he wanted everything to be perfect, yet deep down he knew this wasn’t like the rest of the dances he had been too. For Fiske wasn’t the usual girl, and they were on a course to start a new relationship, and things had to go just right, for he didn’t her to think she was like the rest of the girls he had been with. It wasn’t every day that he fell in love with someone.

Slipping into a crisp white button up shirt, that held snuggly against his frame and he tucked into the ends of the shirt into his pants. Standing there for a second, he studied himself prior to grabbing his tie that hung against the back of the chair. Having the black tie, managing to tie itself in place with a flick of his wand, Sullivan was ready for the night but not before slipping into a black jacket.

Within a matter of seconds he headed out of his room, into the common room where a flood of memories coursed through his body. This was the spot where all of the Slytherins managed to watch them snog there brains out, and pretty much grope each other before Fiske managed to whisk them away into the hall where they continued there actions. It seemed as if he was a walking contradiction, yet he figured fate had changed everything between them, for they were destined to be together and Sullivan would change the Winchester name. Yet he knew that his older brother, Cyrus, had more problems them him and he defiantly looked up to the older boy even if he never said it to his face.

Taking a deep breath in, Sullivan sat on one of the couches wondering where Fiske was. Glancing down at his watch he noted the fact he was a few minutes early, but still his eyes continued to glance over to the where the girls dorms were. As images of Fiske kept filtering into his head, she had such an affect on him and he wondered if things would ever change or not.

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[Gabriel Gray]