Post by Jordan Sullivan on Mar 5, 2007 13:52:04 GMT -5
Name: Jordan Sullivan.
Position at Sacred Heart: Inherited a position on the Sacred Heart board of directors from her father after his death.
Personality: Vindictive, hostile and exceedingly sarcastic. Her frightening, devil may care demeanour may hide somewhat of a soft centre, but only to a certain extent, as she tends to feel minimal emotions, although she has a deal more understanding and sensitivity than she is given credit for; perhaps because she doesn’t want to be acknowledged as possessing either of these traits, or because she only displays such qualities when experiencing possessiveness of those few she is close to.
Appearance: Reasonably attractive, Caucasian, around 5’8 and of a medium build. Ever changing hair; currently a coppery colour and a fairly long length. Fashionable dress sense, and young appearance due to her dependancy on botox.
History: Mainly known as Doctor Cox’s ex wife, Jordan Sullivan is a hospital board member whose frightening, fierce and sarcastic temperament keeps many of Sacred Heart’s Staff on their toes.
‘Divorced’ Perry after her having finally ended the rocky marriage with an affair with Cox’s protégé, Pete Fisher (although, as the pair later discovered, complications had meant that their divorce was never actually valid. Their rekindled relationship quickly hit the rocks, with the fear of commitment and being attached to each other ‘for the rest of my life’, before they resolved the problem with a proper divorce.)
During their ‘divorce’ period, they maintained an ‘enemies with benefits’ relationship, until Jordan fell pregnant. Claiming that the child belonged to a Greek bellboy, she was taken back by Cox, before he learned that the baby was actually his.
Their relationship withstood all of these problems, and although the two constantly bicker, rant at, tirade, and basically torture each other, this is understood to be their twisted way of displaying affection and understanding, and despite all of her personality oddities, Jordan has proved herself to be a good mother.
Role play sample: ((I’m not sure if this is ok, but I’m choosing to give you a post for a different role play for now. I’ve never played Scrubs before, and have no ready prepared samples, and really wouldn’t know where to start with giving a random sample right now. If you’d prefer a Scrubs sample, please just say and I shall be very willing to oblige, but I think another role play sample would be able to show any skill/ prove that I’m not illerate, and I hope you’d be happy enough with that for now.))
Elizabeth stumbled back against the rail as the ship started rocking and a loud thud filled the air. She was about to join members of the ghost crew as well as the living, who were now gathered on the other side of the ship, peering over the rail, no longer caring about hiding her identity as a strange curiosity came over her.
It was the very moment on which she had let go of the rail when the ship spun violently around, tilting vertically. She threw herself back against the rail, holding on for dear life as she felt her feet sliding off the deck. After a few agonizing moments, the ship settled and, after she regained footing and composure enough to care about anything going on around her, she could see what all the commotion was about.
Small, eerie sea demons were climbing up the sides of the ship, their crustacean-like claws piercing into the weathered wooded planks as they pulled themselves up, whilst larger demons banged mercilessly against the hull.
The ship shook violently as the small, but nonetheless frightening, creatures climbed onto the deck. Elizabeth looked around in panic, and, as she saw others fighting them, proceeded to do the same. Her hand moved to the top of her trousers, where a small, dagger like knife lay in a sheath attached to the belt. It had been there when she had, well, borrowed, the britches as a stowaway on a ship, and most certainly wasn’t a sword or a cutlass.
When a demon approached her, its scales glistening in the sunlight, its body squirming and claws scrabbing at the planks beneath it, she simply threw the dagger at it in panic, not wanting to bend down and put herself in any compromising position which may make her easier to attack.
The tip of the dagger, not having much force upon it, simply bounced off the hard scales, leaving Elizabeth to back away as more and more demons climbed aboard the ship. Her eyes widened as she saw that they could fly too, and the entire scene became like that of some horrific, bizarre nightmare.
She backed away as far as she could, thanking God that on solid ground, the demons were fairly slow, and that the flying ones had not yet taken any interest in her. It was then that in a sudden, sharp movement, one pounced on her ankle; its slimy claws scratching at her flesh, tearing the tights she was wearing as its unnaturally cold claws began to scrape at her bare flesh, sending chills down her spine as well as the standard stinging pain the scratches and tears brought.
She shook her foot, falling back against the rail and grabbing onto it to keep herself upright as she flailed her leg hopelessly, no match for the strength with which the creature had fastened itself onto her. It was in this moment of weakness that others took the opportunity to pounce on her, and an almost animal like, screeching noise exuded from her mouth as she fell flat onto the deck, the strength of the small creatures unnatural.
She grappled with them, her body contorting as she attempted to pull them off, to push them and then, in one swift moment, caught a cutlass which had been sent skidding across the deck, out of the hands of one unlucky crew member who had been disarmed by the creatures.
In a frantic attempt to get the vile creatures off her, but not to hurt herself, she flailed the sword around with as much coordination as she could muster in the current position which she held, and soon found herself covered in a metallic, shimmering blue substance, parts of the dead creatures littering the area around her.
Repulsed but relieved, she quickly scrabbled to her feet, taking on a position to allow herself to readily attack any creature to come near her.
Do you want to play this character for the crossover too? I’d like to ^-^
If yes, will you be willing to give up one of these Rps should another auditioner ask?
Uh, I’m not really sure. I would normally be willing to give others a chance, but if I’m really enjoying both roleplays, I’d be slightly hesitant. If you put me down for being willing to give one up, could I still have the right to decline, should I change my mind?
Position at Sacred Heart: Inherited a position on the Sacred Heart board of directors from her father after his death.
Personality: Vindictive, hostile and exceedingly sarcastic. Her frightening, devil may care demeanour may hide somewhat of a soft centre, but only to a certain extent, as she tends to feel minimal emotions, although she has a deal more understanding and sensitivity than she is given credit for; perhaps because she doesn’t want to be acknowledged as possessing either of these traits, or because she only displays such qualities when experiencing possessiveness of those few she is close to.
Appearance: Reasonably attractive, Caucasian, around 5’8 and of a medium build. Ever changing hair; currently a coppery colour and a fairly long length. Fashionable dress sense, and young appearance due to her dependancy on botox.
History: Mainly known as Doctor Cox’s ex wife, Jordan Sullivan is a hospital board member whose frightening, fierce and sarcastic temperament keeps many of Sacred Heart’s Staff on their toes.
‘Divorced’ Perry after her having finally ended the rocky marriage with an affair with Cox’s protégé, Pete Fisher (although, as the pair later discovered, complications had meant that their divorce was never actually valid. Their rekindled relationship quickly hit the rocks, with the fear of commitment and being attached to each other ‘for the rest of my life’, before they resolved the problem with a proper divorce.)
During their ‘divorce’ period, they maintained an ‘enemies with benefits’ relationship, until Jordan fell pregnant. Claiming that the child belonged to a Greek bellboy, she was taken back by Cox, before he learned that the baby was actually his.
Their relationship withstood all of these problems, and although the two constantly bicker, rant at, tirade, and basically torture each other, this is understood to be their twisted way of displaying affection and understanding, and despite all of her personality oddities, Jordan has proved herself to be a good mother.
Role play sample: ((I’m not sure if this is ok, but I’m choosing to give you a post for a different role play for now. I’ve never played Scrubs before, and have no ready prepared samples, and really wouldn’t know where to start with giving a random sample right now. If you’d prefer a Scrubs sample, please just say and I shall be very willing to oblige, but I think another role play sample would be able to show any skill/ prove that I’m not illerate, and I hope you’d be happy enough with that for now.))
Elizabeth stumbled back against the rail as the ship started rocking and a loud thud filled the air. She was about to join members of the ghost crew as well as the living, who were now gathered on the other side of the ship, peering over the rail, no longer caring about hiding her identity as a strange curiosity came over her.
It was the very moment on which she had let go of the rail when the ship spun violently around, tilting vertically. She threw herself back against the rail, holding on for dear life as she felt her feet sliding off the deck. After a few agonizing moments, the ship settled and, after she regained footing and composure enough to care about anything going on around her, she could see what all the commotion was about.
Small, eerie sea demons were climbing up the sides of the ship, their crustacean-like claws piercing into the weathered wooded planks as they pulled themselves up, whilst larger demons banged mercilessly against the hull.
The ship shook violently as the small, but nonetheless frightening, creatures climbed onto the deck. Elizabeth looked around in panic, and, as she saw others fighting them, proceeded to do the same. Her hand moved to the top of her trousers, where a small, dagger like knife lay in a sheath attached to the belt. It had been there when she had, well, borrowed, the britches as a stowaway on a ship, and most certainly wasn’t a sword or a cutlass.
When a demon approached her, its scales glistening in the sunlight, its body squirming and claws scrabbing at the planks beneath it, she simply threw the dagger at it in panic, not wanting to bend down and put herself in any compromising position which may make her easier to attack.
The tip of the dagger, not having much force upon it, simply bounced off the hard scales, leaving Elizabeth to back away as more and more demons climbed aboard the ship. Her eyes widened as she saw that they could fly too, and the entire scene became like that of some horrific, bizarre nightmare.
She backed away as far as she could, thanking God that on solid ground, the demons were fairly slow, and that the flying ones had not yet taken any interest in her. It was then that in a sudden, sharp movement, one pounced on her ankle; its slimy claws scratching at her flesh, tearing the tights she was wearing as its unnaturally cold claws began to scrape at her bare flesh, sending chills down her spine as well as the standard stinging pain the scratches and tears brought.
She shook her foot, falling back against the rail and grabbing onto it to keep herself upright as she flailed her leg hopelessly, no match for the strength with which the creature had fastened itself onto her. It was in this moment of weakness that others took the opportunity to pounce on her, and an almost animal like, screeching noise exuded from her mouth as she fell flat onto the deck, the strength of the small creatures unnatural.
She grappled with them, her body contorting as she attempted to pull them off, to push them and then, in one swift moment, caught a cutlass which had been sent skidding across the deck, out of the hands of one unlucky crew member who had been disarmed by the creatures.
In a frantic attempt to get the vile creatures off her, but not to hurt herself, she flailed the sword around with as much coordination as she could muster in the current position which she held, and soon found herself covered in a metallic, shimmering blue substance, parts of the dead creatures littering the area around her.
Repulsed but relieved, she quickly scrabbled to her feet, taking on a position to allow herself to readily attack any creature to come near her.
Do you want to play this character for the crossover too? I’d like to ^-^
If yes, will you be willing to give up one of these Rps should another auditioner ask?
Uh, I’m not really sure. I would normally be willing to give others a chance, but if I’m really enjoying both roleplays, I’d be slightly hesitant. If you put me down for being willing to give one up, could I still have the right to decline, should I change my mind?
