SULLIVAN, REGAN

[AVA ALDRIDGE]

regan rory sullivan

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's regan sullivan! i go by rory too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty-three & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from Belfast, Ireland? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the boss man is calling. see ya'! history BELFAST, IRELAND: 18, MARCH 1989 : Her hands covered her eyes, she couldn’t look. She wouldn’t look because she knew the tiny red face of her newborn daughter would capture her heart. The little cries were torturing her and the warm voices of nurses made it worse. They coaxed her into looking, into falling. The adoptive parents saw her welcoming eyes and they felt anguish. The newborn played her little charms, pulled the wool over her mother’s eyes to keep her. If Siobhan ever had an ounce of willpower in her, it would be surprising. She named her daughter Regan, her little queen. Just one look into those eyes and you were taken by the natural powers of a little girl who would turn into a woman – a dominatrix. BELFAST, IRELAND: O5, SEPTEMBER 1993: Little lottie Regan Sullivan started Senior Infants class with all the boys and all the girls wrapped around her tiny fingers. She had the charms of a succubus and there was no soul safe from her nature. All but a child, Regan was the first pick in any game, in any choice of partners, first to be called on by the teachers, and she never got in trouble. There were no red marks for behavioral issues. She was well-mannered, she was sweet, and she was the perfect little girl. Mothers and fathers of other children were envious. They longed for a child of such beauty, so polite, so intelligent such as Regan – there was only one Regan Sullivan and she belonged to no one. BELFAST, IRELAND: 14, FEBRUARY 1997: His hands were clammy, his forehead dripping in sweat. He was but ten years old, a year her senior and he longed, at such a young and innocent age to be her best friend. There was something about her blonde hair, those freckles, and her hazel eyes – they pulled him to her. She looked so angelic in her little white Valentine’s Day dress that he had to have her. When he asked, he was alarmed to her yes, but as the days pressed on into months of loving her dearly he realized – all the boys had asked her that question and all the boys had gotten that yes. BELFAST, IRELAND: 10 MAY 1998: Lottie went to school, the same routine every day she lives. Awake and eat breakfast, one Mama made her with the food that Uncle Dakota buys them. He loves lottie, like his own daughter. He was his baby sister’s only child and her reason to keep surviving. Siobhan was desperate, tired of living in rags when her brother dressed in expensive suits – tired of wondering. She devises a plan that only a desperate mother would think of. She takes the gun her brother gave her for protection and goes to what she thought was a good plan. Committing suicide by gun shots from officers when trying to rob a bank – she didn’t make it down the steps, she died easily. Little Lottie was adopted by her uncle and loved as his precious daughter. Now the little girl had him around her finger, but in the most loving way. There was an adoring, father and daughter bond she never had with anyone else. BELFAST, IRELAND: 23 OCTOBER 2001: Dakota didn’t want his beloved lottie to know, the cruel things he did to live. He could see her talents, he was a victim to them and he knew it. She had a way of coaxing any cold heart to trust her and befriend her, love her and give her what she wanted. He wasn’t sad to admit at thirteen years old she had anything she wanted. However, he told her of what he did, the mafia, the mob – everything. She had to know, it was just them. To his surprise she wasn’t perturbed – she was amused and willing to be a tool. She was starting to train, to be a killer queen. BELFAST, IRELAND: 09 JUNE 2005: She had been sheltered from any fights, a trained fighting machine by her uncle, although now she affectionately called him her father. This was her first fight, her first kill – she stared at the man and her heart felt not fear but accomplishment. For months she had lied of her ages, lied of her own name and where she lived. All of it was fake because of him and now he was dead. Trusting his “doll” to brew him tea, she mixed in Amobarbital knowing he had an empty stomach as he had been without food for quite a long time. He was unconscious in six minutes, twenty-three seconds and dead in twenty-two minutes and five seconds. He was her first time and kill – she felt no pain. LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA: 01 APRIL 2007 After a promising phone call, the eighteen year old Regan moved from Belfast, away from her father to join the mob in Los Angeles. Although she was barely familiar to the rest of them, she took her place and earned her name and trust. She was once told it was “as to be expected of Dakota’s only child” when being evaluated. It changed her life: she enjoyed the stores, the sunlight, and the dates with rich men. Rich men had fits for her of all shapes and sizes. She would drink their wealth, but she didn’t date just one. She dated many and she would dump them all at one time, seclude herself in her room, before dating again. SAPPHIRE BAY, CALIFORNIA: PRESENT DAY: Living with the rest of the mob in the mansion – she has yet to prey on Sapphire Bay’s plethora of men. personality Regan is a woman who can best be described as a temptress: A woman who tempts someone to do something, typically a sexually attractive woman who sets out to allure or seduce someone. She was born into spotlight, her looks made people fall in love with her. If she ever had an ounce of innocence within her, she lost when she was able to talk. Her mother loved her, but she also felt the disappointment in the rage behind how her daughter acted. Her uncle was the only one she felt that truly loved her and when her mother died when she was ten years old, she didn’t cry much more than ten minutes before she was over the loss. However, don’t think she didn’t play the mourning cards as long as she felt it was socially acceptable. When she became thirteen, she learned of her Uncle/Father’s position in the Irish mob. She lived a relatively normal until her first assignment at the age of sixteen. His name was Finnegan Donahue, he took the only thing she didn’t let anyone have when she dated: her virginity. Anger at him for, what she felt was being forced to give, turned into a grudge and she loathed the public enemy she was dating. At the first mention that she could finally kill him, she did and she felt accomplished. Soon it became a trend, a man-eater – if she didn’t kill them an ally did. Deep down, Regan has a game plan to find a man when she feels she’s ready to have a wee one or two. She doesn’t feel lonely not having a companion, but she gives every man she meets, target or not a window of opportunity to prove that he could be a suitor, but each man has failed and if he had potential, he was a target and her loyalty to the mafia was more than the loyalty to her heart. She doesn’t think the man that will change her is in Sapphire Bay, but she does think the next man she’ll kill is unexpectedly waiting just around the corner.

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