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Full Name |
Ignatius Spirit Sullivan
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Nickname |
Ig, Iggy, Sullivan/Sully, anything but his full name
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Age |
32
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Gender |
Male
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Sexuality |
Hetero
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Religion |
Atheist
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Relationship Status |
Single
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Relatives |
Donna “Gypsy” Sullivan-Mother (Deceased)
Sage Fleetwood Sullivan-Brother (Prison)
Tranquil Rayne Sullivan-Sister (Lives in Phoenix, estranged)
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Rank |
Patch
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Main Racket |
Drugs, Racketeering, Protection
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Occupation |
Tattoo Artist
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Ink |
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Bike | Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob
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Patches |
Ig’s leather vest consists of a 3 piece back piece; the Iron Tribe rocker on the top, the club emblem in the center with an Asada Nevada rocker underneath the emblem. The emblem is flanked on the left with a diamond shaped 1% patch and on the right with a MC patch. The front of his cut also sports the numbers 13 and 22 signifying his affinity with drugs and his time in prison. US Army Combat Veteran patch on the left breast, with the club emblem and name on the left front breast as well.
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History |
Ig is the youngest son of Donna Sullivan, a woman who earned the nickname Gypsy due to her free-spirited lifestyle. His mother, a new age wiccan, saddled all three children with what many would describe as “hippie names,” and ever since Ig can remember he has hated being called “Ignatius.” His siblings and him were all fathered by different sire’s but Ig being the youngest never met his older sibling’s fathers and his own father was out of the picture before Ig was old enough to remember anything about him. His early childhood was spent on a commune, raised by a community of “free spirited hippie throw backs”, he had very few rules to follow as a child, but was frequently punished with “mediation time” whenever he expressed any form of anger.
His mom left the commune when it started getting a little too cult-like and they ended up living in Las Vegas. It wasn’t long before they were living with his mom’s new boyfriend, a Hell’s Angel who went by Roark, and became a surrogate father to Ig and his siblings. Ig would happily run back and forth to the fridge bringing the old biker beers as he told Ig and his older brother stories of his time in the army, of his adventures with the Hell’s Angels, or even just watching old movies. Ig especially loved the movie Easy Rider, a favorite of Roark’s, and one that sparked his love of motorcycles. Eventually Roark ended up in prison and they ended up moving around again.
With the exception of Vegas, they rarely stayed in one city for very long. Sometimes they went to traditional school and other times they were homeschooled, neither Ig nor his siblings ever graduated high school. Sometimes they lived in run down houses or cheap apartments and other times homeless, his mom struggled to support them. His eldest brother left at sixteen, ended up joining a street gang, and most recently ended up in prison for attempted murder. His sister worked as a waitress and spent a lot of time trying to get her GED and then went on to nursing school. At sixteen Ig started working under the table at a tattoo shop to save up for a bike, something he had wanted since he was a child. Eventually one of the artists took him on as an apprentice and after a few years he became a tattoo artist himself.
Eventually he grew restless with his almost normal life and at twenty Ig joined the army. He’s proud of service, wouldn’t take it back for anything but all in all he eventually realized it was too constricting for him. Ig needed freedom, craved it, so after six years he left, went back to riding and doing tattoo’s, moving around a lot trying to find a place that was interesting enough to become a home. It wasn’t too long after his time in the army that he settled in Asada, Nevada. He started tattooing there and ended up getting a lot of work from a biker gang, The Iron Tribe, and it wasn’t long before he was prospecting. It wasn’t long after becoming a fully patched member that he was convicted of assault charges after getting into it with a rival club encroaching on their territory. Ig did three years in prison for the Iron Tribe, proving his loyalty to the club. While in prison he found out his mother died of a heroin overdose. Now having been released a few months ago, he’s more than ready to whatever needs done for the tribe.
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Extra Information |
Smokes Marlboro reds, loves bourbon and a good fight, adrenalin junkie, and more than willing to do what needs to be done for his new family, Iron Tribe. He has a soft spot for dogs and recently took in an old black lab, with a gray around its eyes and muzzle, that he found hanging around a bar he frequents.
