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Name: KC
Personal Journal: none
Time zone: PST
Contact: kcinvain
Current Characters: none
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Uncharted
Name: Victor "Sully" Sullivan
Canon Point: Post Uncharted 3
Is this character dead? Nope
History: Uncharted Wiki: Victor Sullivan.
Personality: Victor Sullivan is indomitable. He has been a forgotten son, a navy man, a thief and treasure hunter, and a father to a kid who never knows when to call it quits-- and is, at sixty-plus, not ready to call it quits himself.
Victor isn't the type of man prone to sitting at home, twiddling his thumbs; he is, most of the time, right in the thick of things-- which, in his case, means either being out tracking down treasure to hedge or working on some scheme for the next ill-gotten windfall. Of course it's not to say that the stakes can't get a little rich for his blood... it all depends what's on the line. Money's always tempting, and the more money, the more tempting it is; Victor doesn’t believe in going home until he goes big. In fact, he has a bit of a problem with going too big and getting himself into trouble, debt; on several occasions he's had unsavory types come after him for serious payback. If it weren't for a bit of luck (and a great friend), Victor would have been dead at least once on the wrong side of a pissed-off Lender. He's good at letting his mouth write checks his ass can't cash-- he's a smooth talker but in the end? Doesn't always have the pull-through. Victor dreams big. Sometimes, a little too big.
The only place Victor seems to have some sense of gravity and scale is when he's dealing with Nathan Drake. It isn't to say he wouldn't follow his protégé around the world after some harebrained scheme-- he has before and he will again-- but Nate isn't a paycheck, and at the end of the day, Victor understands which is more important. When it’s Nate that he’s looking at. It’s hard to see himself in the same way.
In general, at best, he is a man with a faulty moral compass. He believes in a world that exists in shades of grey, the poor stealing from the rich, and the right to take advantage of the system when the system doesn’t work. Of course, all this is mostly an excuse to help himself. If Victor believes in heroes it’s only because of Nate, who he has watched put himself in harm’s way for the greater good. Nate gives him some measure of hope for a better world, a next generation, even though it doesn’t exactly make him want to do the same. Victor fights for himself, and he fights for Nate-as far at least as those two people are concerned, he deals in absolutes.
Nate is the best thing that’s happened to Victor in his storied career. While he’d never felt lonely before, Nate filled a place he didn’t know he had room for. The younger man is Victor’s single confidant in all things and is more important than money, more important than his own life. He feels paternally toward Nate and now-within the last few years-those feelings have widened to encompass Elena Fischer as well. Learning to love Nate is slowly teaching Victor about deeper emotion in general… it’s slow-going, but the potential is there. It’s like planting a seed.
But for the present, Victor’s relationships don’t extend much past Nate, Elena, and a few select others. Everyone else in his life is viewed as acquaintances, people to catch a drink with, spend a night, no more. And as far as romance goes, well. Victor picks his women for looks, money-not longevity. A pretty tail will turn his head quickly, but he’s a true love-‘em and leave-‘em type of guy; he has the charm to do it. There’s a certain indefinable allure to Victor-he wears his experience easily and well. But for the same reason he has so few people he would consider friends, he never lets women in or under his skin. It’s hard for Victor to trust, and now after so many years of the habit, it is harder than ever to change. It doesn’t leave a hole in his life. He is more than content to continue on and he’s not lonely. (Having seen his own parents suffer through an abusive and dysfunctional relationship, a healthy relationship-or any relationship at all-has never been a priority. He’s spent over sixty years being perfectly happy with ‘me, myself and I’.)
That’s not to say that Victor closes himself off. He’s untrusting by experience but gregarious by nature, enjoying the company of others even if it’s only superficial. His outlook on life is (perhaps unreasonably) optimistic, if jaded in the details, giving him a sense of humor that’s more dry than funny. Leave it to Sully to make the smart-ass answer that’s mostly the truth you’d rather not hear. He won’t put up with bullshit and tends to give only a little slack before telling it how it is. Or-how he may see it, anyway. And age has lent him a bit of wisdom that’s a weight he isn’t afraid to throw around, no matter how much he may deny the number.
What Victor boils down to is that the people he really cares for, those few people he trusts, they are an effort worth making no matter the cost. He’ll call them out and then follow them into hell anyway. Victor's had enough deceit for a lifetime (both receiving and giving) and has had the years to distinguish what's really important to him.
…Though it’s not to say that his priorities still don’t wander to his pockets. Gotta put food on the table and a plane in the hanger, after all.
Skills | Powers: For a man just over sixty, Victor is in great physical shape. He has been known to out-climb, out-run and out-jump younger men-- but that's not to say that every now and then he doesn't feel his age. Having been in the Navy and leading a life of someone on the wrong side of the law, Victor is well-equipped to hold his own in a fight but his endurance is visably fading. Victor's a crack shot with most any gun that you put in his hand.
Also, he has an uncanny ability to sniff out money.
First Person Sample:
Goddamnit. God. Damn. It-- [There's a hand smacking the tablet as the video feed cuts into life. Once, twice-- and then a face comes into frame. The man looking out is older, on the far side of greying, and his moustache is impressive but not as impressive as the frown it does nothing to hide.] Ah, there we go. Who said I can't work with techology? Just takes a gentle touch.
[There's a quiet snort and Victor taps the screen gazing up at him.] Could be worse. Could be a iPad. Jesus Christ, the crap I gotta hear about the iPad. Get out and ride a bike. [He stops there and looks across the landscape as if noticing it for the first time. Or chosing to notice it for the first time. The wry expression slides off his face to reveal something a little more telling. A little more worried.]
Shit. [The pad jostles slightly as Victor raises a hand to rub the back of his neck.] Anybody know where the hell I am? [He glances back down to the screen.] Cause I'm getting the feeling this ain't Kansas anymore, and I'm fresh out of red shoes.
[The tablet drops completely to the side, showing the dock and the lapping water.] Or maybe I'm just talking to myself.
Third Person Sample:
He gets the kid out of that Boys Home that tries to pass itself off as something less than institutional by saying it’s all in the name of the Lord. Victor doesn’t buy that crap and even though he may not be Nate’s family, it’s easy enough to forge documents. Victor tells himself that it’s because the kid has potential and he can use him, so he sets up a mattress in the corner of his one bedroom and it is what it is. He starts teaching Nate the ropes.
The first time the kid lands in jail, Victor posts the bail. Maybe it’s half his fault anyway but there’s far more guilt over it than he knows is necessary. There’s a part of him that feels like he should be protecting Nate from the bars he pulled him out of-not leading him into more. Then all of that goes out the window when he shows up to the shithole Peruvian jailhouse to find Nate’s cellmates teaching him how to throw a good punch. Victor puts him in a light headlock down the stairs and lets Nate struggle.
Victor buys a bar and then lets the kid open a tab. He’s not twenty-one yet but he just got laid and the morning after he’s still blushing like a school girl behind his shit-eating grin. Victor gets him drunk on whiskey, the cheap kind, to make sure it hurts. It’s the first time he looks at Nate and thinks that maybe he had a hand in it, maybe he affected the outcome. And that maybe he’s proud of it.
When the kid actually does reach legal age, Victor doesn’t buy him a beer. He doesn’t take him to a strip club. What he does do is give him an envelope, just plain white, blank on the outside. Inside are all the forms he needs to change his name, to do it the right way. The legal way. He sits there as Nate painstakingly fills out all the correct places in his still-messy scrawl. It’s not Victor’s last name but it doesn’t make a difference. Still feels official.
“Well… shall we?” Victor looks over at the kid, though he’s not a kid anymore. Bullets clip away pieces of the dirt against their shoulders. Nate smiles, “after you, Butch,” and Victor loves him for that, loves him for making a goddamn joke at a time like this. He can’t help but smile back even though they’re looking at a three story drop into freezing water and Victor’s bones ain’t what they used to be.
“See ya in hell, kid,” he says, and steps off the cliff.
Name: KC
Personal Journal: none
Time zone: PST
Contact: kcinvain
Current Characters: none
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: Uncharted
Name: Victor "Sully" Sullivan
Canon Point: Post Uncharted 3
Is this character dead? Nope
History: Uncharted Wiki: Victor Sullivan.
Personality: Victor Sullivan is indomitable. He has been a forgotten son, a navy man, a thief and treasure hunter, and a father to a kid who never knows when to call it quits-- and is, at sixty-plus, not ready to call it quits himself.
Victor isn't the type of man prone to sitting at home, twiddling his thumbs; he is, most of the time, right in the thick of things-- which, in his case, means either being out tracking down treasure to hedge or working on some scheme for the next ill-gotten windfall. Of course it's not to say that the stakes can't get a little rich for his blood... it all depends what's on the line. Money's always tempting, and the more money, the more tempting it is; Victor doesn’t believe in going home until he goes big. In fact, he has a bit of a problem with going too big and getting himself into trouble, debt; on several occasions he's had unsavory types come after him for serious payback. If it weren't for a bit of luck (and a great friend), Victor would have been dead at least once on the wrong side of a pissed-off Lender. He's good at letting his mouth write checks his ass can't cash-- he's a smooth talker but in the end? Doesn't always have the pull-through. Victor dreams big. Sometimes, a little too big.
The only place Victor seems to have some sense of gravity and scale is when he's dealing with Nathan Drake. It isn't to say he wouldn't follow his protégé around the world after some harebrained scheme-- he has before and he will again-- but Nate isn't a paycheck, and at the end of the day, Victor understands which is more important. When it’s Nate that he’s looking at. It’s hard to see himself in the same way.
In general, at best, he is a man with a faulty moral compass. He believes in a world that exists in shades of grey, the poor stealing from the rich, and the right to take advantage of the system when the system doesn’t work. Of course, all this is mostly an excuse to help himself. If Victor believes in heroes it’s only because of Nate, who he has watched put himself in harm’s way for the greater good. Nate gives him some measure of hope for a better world, a next generation, even though it doesn’t exactly make him want to do the same. Victor fights for himself, and he fights for Nate-as far at least as those two people are concerned, he deals in absolutes.
Nate is the best thing that’s happened to Victor in his storied career. While he’d never felt lonely before, Nate filled a place he didn’t know he had room for. The younger man is Victor’s single confidant in all things and is more important than money, more important than his own life. He feels paternally toward Nate and now-within the last few years-those feelings have widened to encompass Elena Fischer as well. Learning to love Nate is slowly teaching Victor about deeper emotion in general… it’s slow-going, but the potential is there. It’s like planting a seed.
But for the present, Victor’s relationships don’t extend much past Nate, Elena, and a few select others. Everyone else in his life is viewed as acquaintances, people to catch a drink with, spend a night, no more. And as far as romance goes, well. Victor picks his women for looks, money-not longevity. A pretty tail will turn his head quickly, but he’s a true love-‘em and leave-‘em type of guy; he has the charm to do it. There’s a certain indefinable allure to Victor-he wears his experience easily and well. But for the same reason he has so few people he would consider friends, he never lets women in or under his skin. It’s hard for Victor to trust, and now after so many years of the habit, it is harder than ever to change. It doesn’t leave a hole in his life. He is more than content to continue on and he’s not lonely. (Having seen his own parents suffer through an abusive and dysfunctional relationship, a healthy relationship-or any relationship at all-has never been a priority. He’s spent over sixty years being perfectly happy with ‘me, myself and I’.)
That’s not to say that Victor closes himself off. He’s untrusting by experience but gregarious by nature, enjoying the company of others even if it’s only superficial. His outlook on life is (perhaps unreasonably) optimistic, if jaded in the details, giving him a sense of humor that’s more dry than funny. Leave it to Sully to make the smart-ass answer that’s mostly the truth you’d rather not hear. He won’t put up with bullshit and tends to give only a little slack before telling it how it is. Or-how he may see it, anyway. And age has lent him a bit of wisdom that’s a weight he isn’t afraid to throw around, no matter how much he may deny the number.
What Victor boils down to is that the people he really cares for, those few people he trusts, they are an effort worth making no matter the cost. He’ll call them out and then follow them into hell anyway. Victor's had enough deceit for a lifetime (both receiving and giving) and has had the years to distinguish what's really important to him.
…Though it’s not to say that his priorities still don’t wander to his pockets. Gotta put food on the table and a plane in the hanger, after all.
Skills | Powers: For a man just over sixty, Victor is in great physical shape. He has been known to out-climb, out-run and out-jump younger men-- but that's not to say that every now and then he doesn't feel his age. Having been in the Navy and leading a life of someone on the wrong side of the law, Victor is well-equipped to hold his own in a fight but his endurance is visably fading. Victor's a crack shot with most any gun that you put in his hand.
Also, he has an uncanny ability to sniff out money.
First Person Sample:
Goddamnit. God. Damn. It-- [There's a hand smacking the tablet as the video feed cuts into life. Once, twice-- and then a face comes into frame. The man looking out is older, on the far side of greying, and his moustache is impressive but not as impressive as the frown it does nothing to hide.] Ah, there we go. Who said I can't work with techology? Just takes a gentle touch.
[There's a quiet snort and Victor taps the screen gazing up at him.] Could be worse. Could be a iPad. Jesus Christ, the crap I gotta hear about the iPad. Get out and ride a bike. [He stops there and looks across the landscape as if noticing it for the first time. Or chosing to notice it for the first time. The wry expression slides off his face to reveal something a little more telling. A little more worried.]
Shit. [The pad jostles slightly as Victor raises a hand to rub the back of his neck.] Anybody know where the hell I am? [He glances back down to the screen.] Cause I'm getting the feeling this ain't Kansas anymore, and I'm fresh out of red shoes.
[The tablet drops completely to the side, showing the dock and the lapping water.] Or maybe I'm just talking to myself.
Third Person Sample:
He gets the kid out of that Boys Home that tries to pass itself off as something less than institutional by saying it’s all in the name of the Lord. Victor doesn’t buy that crap and even though he may not be Nate’s family, it’s easy enough to forge documents. Victor tells himself that it’s because the kid has potential and he can use him, so he sets up a mattress in the corner of his one bedroom and it is what it is. He starts teaching Nate the ropes.
The first time the kid lands in jail, Victor posts the bail. Maybe it’s half his fault anyway but there’s far more guilt over it than he knows is necessary. There’s a part of him that feels like he should be protecting Nate from the bars he pulled him out of-not leading him into more. Then all of that goes out the window when he shows up to the shithole Peruvian jailhouse to find Nate’s cellmates teaching him how to throw a good punch. Victor puts him in a light headlock down the stairs and lets Nate struggle.
Victor buys a bar and then lets the kid open a tab. He’s not twenty-one yet but he just got laid and the morning after he’s still blushing like a school girl behind his shit-eating grin. Victor gets him drunk on whiskey, the cheap kind, to make sure it hurts. It’s the first time he looks at Nate and thinks that maybe he had a hand in it, maybe he affected the outcome. And that maybe he’s proud of it.
When the kid actually does reach legal age, Victor doesn’t buy him a beer. He doesn’t take him to a strip club. What he does do is give him an envelope, just plain white, blank on the outside. Inside are all the forms he needs to change his name, to do it the right way. The legal way. He sits there as Nate painstakingly fills out all the correct places in his still-messy scrawl. It’s not Victor’s last name but it doesn’t make a difference. Still feels official.
“Well… shall we?” Victor looks over at the kid, though he’s not a kid anymore. Bullets clip away pieces of the dirt against their shoulders. Nate smiles, “after you, Butch,” and Victor loves him for that, loves him for making a goddamn joke at a time like this. He can’t help but smile back even though they’re looking at a three story drop into freezing water and Victor’s bones ain’t what they used to be.
“See ya in hell, kid,” he says, and steps off the cliff.