Member No.: 115
Joined: 15-October 11
Jordan Peter Sullivan,
I had a dream last night and in my dream I took a knife to you
I slit your throat from ear to ear
The wound was gasping for the air… Your scream so clear
forty-two (age at death) fifty-three (would be current age)
Former electrician, currently unemployed
Born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico; no set location since resurrection
March 3, 1958
I’m Arius, been here since the beginning, and I’m definitely up for mature RP. For more info see Sastre Quicksilver, Lily Raniari, The Old Man, Lissa Chase, Darian Raniari, or Azrael
When it comes to his personality, Jordan is really like two completely separate people. On the one hand—when around strangers or those he’s trying to swindle—he seems like an outgoing, wise-cracking, genuinely fun and interesting individual. He drinks, smokes, laughs, tells outrageous jokes and stories, and in general uses his charisma to draw people in and gain their trust. All of this is a front, of course; a mask that he wears to hide his true self, and if you tried to tell any of those people what Jordan was really like, they’d think you were insane.
In reality, Jordan Sullivan is a sick, depraved man, who takes joy in inflicting pain on anyone and everyone that he so chooses. He is conniving and clever, and he enjoys luring people in before turning on them, taking sick pleasure in that moment of realization on their part, when they learn who he truly is. Some might attribute this to his time in Hell, but the truth is, even before his death, Jordan enjoyed hurting people, though maybe not to the same extent. His time in the pit—while being a nightmare—nurtured this part of him, and even though he was in agony all the time, he couldn’t help but pick up a trick or two, and he longed for the chance to try them out himself…
Jordan Peter Sullivan was born on March 3, 1958 to Richard and Beth Sullivan in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He had a normal childhood in every sense of the word: loving parents, friends, good teachers, everything. He did well in school, if not extraordinary, and his parents were very proud of him. In high school he was a football star, along with a handful of his close buddies, though he was never quite good enough to attract attention from college or professional scouts. After he graduated in 1976, Jordan never pursued further education, getting a job with a local electrician and preferring to just settle down and start a family.
Just a couple short months after graduating, Jordan married his high school sweetheart Leslie Greer, and they were blessed with a baby boy—Lyle—the following year. Everything was great for a couple years, with Lyle growing up healthy and strong, and Leslie and Jordan still deeply in love, and doting on their son. Admittedly Jordan was never a great father, but he always tried his best, and with Leslie helping him, he did alright. When Lyle was five, though, tragedy struck. For months, Leslie had been feeling sick and weak, and when they finally took her in to see a doctor, they learned that she had terminal cancer. As if this news had drained all of the will from her, Leslie died a few short months later, leaving Jordan to raise Lyle alone.
Things didn’t go well.
Still mourning the loss of his wife, and never having been a great parent to begin with, Jordan found the task of raising his son nearly impossible. He just couldn’t do it on his own, no matter how hard he tried. He began drinking more and more often, while Lyle was neglected and ignored. Finally—in a rare moment of lucidity—Jordan realized that he couldn’t do this on his own, and that Lyle needed a mother.
He married Anna Sungti only two months after having met her in a local bar. There was passion there, at first, though love was never really part of the equation. Still, the woman was kind to Lyle, if a bit distant, and Jordan was able to relax a bit knowing that there was someone to help him raise his son. In 1983, Anna gave birth to Lane Sullivan, Lyle’s half-sister.
From the beginning, Jordan had doubts about being Lane’s father. He’d heard rumors around town that Anna was unfaithful, though he never really believed them. There was just something about Lane, though… Some feeling of distance and disconnect that he’d never felt with Lyle. There was nothing there, no sensation of fatherly pride, no desire to protect or really love her. Still, he raised her as his own, feeling that—if nothing else—he at least owed that much to Anna, who had helped him with Lyle over the years. But as the rumors of Anna’s unfaithfulness continued even after the girl’s birth, Jordan continued to doubt that Lane was his…
In 1991, on Lane’s eighth birthday, Jordan caught Anna with another man, and a heated argument ensued. In the end Anna left, abandoning Jordan with both children and awakening a rage in him that had until then remained relatively dormant. Unable to control himself, he hit Lane for the first time that night, and was surprised by how good the act made him feel. Shortly after Anna’s departure, Jordan had a DNA test done to confirm that Lane was, in fact, not his daughter.
After that, things went from bad to worse.
Jordan began drinking heavily. And, when he was drunk, the beatings became even worse. He’d knock Lane around more often than not, but Lyle wasn’t even spared his wrath on occasion. Sometimes, though, when he went after Lyle, Lane would pipe up to draw his attention away, and in turn would get the brunt of the beating. Eventually, in 1995, Lyle left home to join the Marines, unable to watch his father’s decline into alcoholism and abuse, and unwilling to watch his sister get beat any more. After Lyle left, things got worse, for without another target for his anger, Jordan lashed out at Lane even more.
Over the years, Lyle wrote to his sister, though she never received the letters. Jordan always intercepted and destroyed them. This, combined with the fact that Jordan kept her under his watch all the time and only allowed her out of his sight to go to school, alienated Lane, and distanced her from anyone else who might have been able to help her. She lived the life of a virtual slave, with Jordan forcing her to do all the cleaning, cooking, and everything else. All the while, Jordan beat her bloody, broke her bones, and often devised new and clever ways to inflict pain on her, never finding anything she did good enough.
Eventually Jordan’s drinking led to him losing his job, and with little in the bank to live off of, money became tight. When Lane was seventeen, Jordan saw an opportunity and sold her to one of his old high school buddies, the local sheriff, for a night for five-thousand dollars. Twisted as he was, and knowing that Lane wasn’t even really his daughter, this didn’t bother Jordan at all, and he realized that in Lane, he might just have a renewable source of income…
Nothing more came of this, though, as Jordan and Lane were attacked in 2000 by a skinwalker in the shape of a massive, red-eyed wolf. Unbeknownst to them, this creature was actually Lane’s mother Anna, and she tore Jordan to shreds, killing him despite Lane’s attempts to save him. His last thoughts as life fled from him were shock that the girl had tried to rescue him, though he wasn’t really surprised that she’d failed…
Befitting someone who’d lived a life like his, Jordan found himself cast into the pit after his death. What followed was a seeming-eternity of agony and torture, as he was strapped to the rack and burned alive, his skin flayed from his bones by red-hot knifes, his eyes plucked from his skull with scorching pokers. Over and over and over, endlessly, this torture continued, and even though Jordan was in constant pain, his mind flooded with unspeakable agony, he couldn’t help but admire the skill of his tormentors, and wondered exactly what it would be like to inflict that sort of pain on someone himself… namely his “daughter” Lane.
Against all hope, after what felt like several lifetimes’ worth of torture, Jordan got his chance. Suddenly, without warning, the pain was just over, and Jordan found himself laying in the middle of a New Mexico cemetery, naked and drenched as a savage storm raged over head. Staggering to his feet, a single flash of lightning revealed the name of a nearby headstone: his name. His grave. Disoriented and bewildered, and with his memories of Hell still fresh in his mind, Jordan left the cemetery, not knowing why he had been brought back to life, but knowing that he wouldn’t question this apparent second chance.
Now, his mind twisted even farther beyond what it had been in life, Jordan Sullivan has been wandering the country and putting the things he learned in Hell to good use. But he’s rapidly growing bored of torturing and murdering random, pointless people. It’s time to really put his new skills to the test… It’s time to show Lane what Hell is like.
Member No.: 53
Joined: 15-June 11
Puppet Master: Arius Character Name: Jordan Sullivan Cause of Death: Killed by Sully (during the jump) Funeral Arrangements: Salted and burned, like the monster he was Epitaph: None Remembered For: Being a murderous bastard Final Words: No words, just laughter