Post by Admin on Jun 25, 2010 6:50:56 GMT -5
Name: Francis Sullivan
Alias: Jack Kelly/Cowboy
Age: 17 going on 18
Borough: Manhattan
Title: Leader
Personality: Jack is quite the trouble maker sometimes, but in a good way. He fights for what he thinks is right, isn't afraid to speak his mind and he is extremely laid back when things aren't too stressful. He likes to be a smart allick and he is always up for messin' wit the bulls or the Delancey's. When it comes to his newsies, or girls, he is sweet,charming, nice and caring. He doesn't like to open up completely but he will to some people, if he trusts them enough. He is found "Improving the truth a little" quite alot.
History: Jack came to live in New York at a young age with his parents, but at age 11 everything seemed to go down hill, his father ended up in the state penitentiary, his mother died, and Jack became a trouble maker. He got himself thrown into the refuge numerous times but always escaped and he was a newsie from ag 12 til the present. He became Manhattan leader at age 15 because he was able to handle situations put in front of him,without being too mean and cruel about things, and without getting too angry. He currently is just doing his best to be Manhattan leader, but his dreams will always be to go to Santa Fe.
Likes:
-his newsies-
-Santa Fe-
-Cowboys-
-Horses-
-Color Red-
Dislikes:
-Delanceys-
-Snyder-
-The Refuge-
-Mr.Wisely-
Parents: Gregory and Sharon Sullivan
Possesions: His red bandanna he always wears around his neck along with his cowboy hat kept on him tied around a string on his neck, a little "Santa Fe" booklet pamphlet he got years ago.
Rp Sample:Santa Fe, The wide mountain spread, the sound of gallops TROT TROT "Yeee hhaa" The boy mounting the horse, Jack Cowboy Kelly raced along the long plains. It was hot, yet the perfect temperature. It was about 5 O' Clock, so you could see the sun begining to shift and go down. The sound of a woman Jack, ready for supper? His claimed down to the horse leading it to the stable. He took of the saddle. "Ya did great out der, Wildfire" The name of the horse escaped his lips as he feed it and oat commencing to his mothers voice. Jack walked into the ranch "Yah Ma whea are ya?" He walked into the Kitchen The food on the table the great small of home cooked meals. The absence of his Family as the Dream began to fade out.
"Cowboy, ya Dreaming of selling Papes?" Awoke again, before he got to see the image of his family. Jack looked at the old man "I'm up, yet I wish I wasn't ya'd let me sleep in every once in a while." The boy rolled of the top bunk. Older than the other children walked to the wash sinks. He took out a Old school razor blade. "Jack I'm tellin ya, I had a dream an that horse will be pulled today, ya think ya can spot me?" The sound of Racetrack Higgins in his ears. He trusted Race though at times, he'd wonder why. "Ya sure dis time Race, I mean thunderbolt last time..and ye I guess I could." Jack nodding agreeing to Race as he commenced putting on shaving cream looking into the mirror chopping away at age. Thanks Jack, I know dis will be da one. Ima bet on it wit some of the earning today." Race said puffing his cigar, locked in his fingers still directed to Jack. "Put dat thing out, its too early for dat!" Jack said taking the cigar from race dropping it into the wet sink.
Jack finished getting ready, the feeling of hunger, was quite overwhelming, The Newsies asking him many questions as he made his way to the nuns. he reached up taking a cup of coffee and a piece of bread. This wasn't the meal he wanted, he longed for home cooked goods, yet this would do only for now. Patrick! The sound of a woman's voice again, it was his little friends mother. Jack knew the extensive searches she would put out for her son daily. Jack could hear the voice grew close. He looked to Patrick who was now looking for a glimpse of his mother. "Right der." Jack said as he placed his hand on the boys shoulder covering his lips "Shh I'll distract her." Jack gave the boy a shove into the opposite direction. Have you seen my son, honey?" Jack longed for someone to care for him like she cared for her own son. He sighed "Nah Miss I haven't, but I'm sure he misses you." Jack stated, he had to protect the interest of his Borough. This his job as the woman walked off.
Jack walking with racetrack, Kid Blink and Boots made there way to the Distribute Center. Jack looked into the small window. "What'll be Cowboy?" Said the man behind it. "Make it the usual Weasel." Jack smiled as the children laughed at his cruel jokes toward the uncle of the Delaney brothers. He could see Oscar in the back, he smiled faking a smile and giving a wave. "Loven dat hat Oscar, it makes ya look just like ya good-for-nothinn boddah" He laughed as he handed Racetrack enough to buy 50 papes. He knew if Race was right for once, he'd double it, having enough for himself and enough to pay Jack back. Jack looked at the paper as the crowd was now ready to sell. "Get ya papes hea Headline, Fire outbreak, 9 killed burned to death, tragic families loss." Jack shouted walking around town holding up his paper. Though the paper said small fire put out 3 injured Jack figured it was his job to extend the truth to make the sales. The days grew on seeing all the families together, getting rid of his final papers. It was time to head back to the lodge house, Time to bring home the bacon and help feed anyone who didn't. No mouth would go hungry in Jack Kelly's borough.
