NeoAJ

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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It was weird. It was like hugging a long-lost relative or picking up a puppy for the first time. That feeling so unfamiliar, yet instantly comforting. Something that one didn't know they were looking for, but are much better off having found it anyway. It was so warm.

That's the best way Shawna could describe how she felt when she took Sunshine's hand. Even after her newly-christened girlfriend departed to prepare for classes, that feeling remained, even when Shawna was left by herself. It felt like the void didn't have the upper hand for once.

And there wasn't the fluctuating doubt that was there with Kellie. That sense that were things were fine but always teetering on an edge. Sunshine wasn't playing coy. Sunshine seemed to be all in on this. Hell, she was the one who pushed the issue. She was as committed as Shawna wanted to be, and that was something to be treasured. She got something she didn't know she needed. In the tempest that her life had become, she had suddenly found a rock to cling onto.

It's why Shawna was in a surprisingly good mood for a change. At least without the help of various pills or plants or concoctions. There was a lightness to her step that had been vacant for quite some time. There was an actual desire to go into school, and there wasn't anything that could really bring her down at the moment.

"Yo! What up? Hanging out or just making your way somewhere?"

Nope. Not even that. A quick glance confirmed the speaker. It was hard not to recognize one of the alpha jocks of King's Academy. Jack Goff. Even the name sounded way too appropriate for someone of his stature, but Shawna used to be above such crude jokes. That wasn't the case anymore. It was hard not to have contempt for a boy who got to where he was just by having vast amounts of quick-twitch muscle fibers that allowed him to speed around arenas and fields faster than it should be possible at his age. She certainly had it before.

Yet now, in this midst of one of the purest highs of her life, Shawna couldn't work up the annoyance for someone who literally never spoke to her. There was confusion, sure. Why is he speaking to me? Boredom? Outdated mockery? Do women give off a special pheromone when they are coming off a sapphic moment that just attracts guys hoping for a spectacle? It was enough to get her to stop moving. There was another boy. Chad... something. She couldn't remember him from anywhere. But Jack clearly commanded the lion's share of attention.

Shawna pivoted with an eyebrow raised at the brunette. "Well, I thought about going somewhere else today, but I guess I ended up here anyway, so that failed. So yeah, probably heading to class at some point. Why?" Might as well get an answer to her question.

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

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Or stop Emi from going wherever her dearest Brandon might be.

@Altered Tundra

That is a short trip to San Jose just to kick him in the nuts.

...Although there are plenty of other FBS schools that would take a washout like him...

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

Walking was not Lilith's favorite manner of exercise. Granted her top choice for exercise was "nothing" but still, walking was low. It was a necessary evil though as she headed uphill towards the Professor's lab. It was tough to gauge how much further she needed to go, but it looked like she was closing in. Sia seemed optimistic, even in the light of the sun. The little Candle Pokemon was content to remain rooted to Lilith's shoulder, taking in the sights as the two climbed up towards the starting line.

As Lilith approached the gateway to the lab, it was clear she wasn't the only one attempting to kickstart her league challenge today. A woman sat on a bench near the entrance, seemingly content to live in her own world. There was a Pokemon with her as well, although Lilith couldn't place it immediately. The sharp hands seemed to identify it as a Steel-type, but the little creature attacked its food with a level of aggression that didn't seem to fit the narrative. I'll have to ask about just what that Pokemon is later. I mean, it has to be a Pokemon, right?

Upon approach, Lilith cleared her throat as softly as she could and proceeded to the benches. She had an image to maintain and it wasn't going to be blown on day one. "So, is this the line-up to see the great and powerful Professor?" she asked the woman. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a peasant bus stop instead. Rather disappointing."

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

@BrutalBx @Dirty Pretty Lies @Plank Sinatra @Amore @BeastofDestiny @Bee @NeoAJ @Legion02 @spooner

New people interested: @Ejected @HaleyTheRandom @Aewin

In PBR chat, we've been discussing rebooting this. If I reboot this, I'd combine the groups, making one friend group because I do think that made it hard for inspo and interactions. The gearheads will sacrifice their rides by traveling via two story RV - paid by AJ, of course. I might allow one gearhead to bring their car because it doesn't hurt to have one car. I'd also make it a two week deadline posting cycle because I would love to get the story SOMEWHERE, so if you cannot commit, I understand and please do NOT join. By the end of two weeks, I need a post out of you or I will give the boot. I don't need flakes or people that ghost. I would make discord required. You don't need to show your face every hour of the day, or even every single day, but you need to talk to us from time to time. A few times during the week. Discord and canon idea discussing is what helps keep a RP thriving.

I'd love to see my roleplay thrive.

This time around I will only allow people to make someone in this friend group. It'll be the same stick. Gearheads/Misfits. But this time around, they are all one big ass happy family. That way those rejoining don't have to change their stick. No outside people we meet on our travels. We will NPC anyone else we decide to introduce. When we have a flow going, and I am confidant in it, then I will happily allow people to consider making important long-term NPCs that come and go from every city we visit. But for now, just our ONE character that is IN THIS FRIEND GROUP. So just out of highschool age and face claim that attended Beverly Hills High, Los Angeles.

I will be bringing back, AJ. I would like to see if the original male characters are coming back this time around, just for the sake of ratio. I don't mind a little imbalance, because it's a given people love making females, but ideally i don't want it to be so out of whack where it's like three boys and eight girls. or something.

So please let me know how you're feeling. If you're up for this. And if you have the TIME for it.

@TootsiePop

I believe you know where I stand on this. Emilia needs to find that happy ending, and damn it, I will die trying to give it to her. So let's freaking ride.

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

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As the sun rose high in the sky above the idyllic little buildings that made up Pallet Town, the sea breeze seemed to carry a fresh scent on it. A familiar scent, but also the scent of a new beginning. The sound of waves lapping at the beach was calming, as if to soothe anxious nerves that may be unready to take such a bold step on a brand new journey. A journey that was sure to be filled with ups and downs. New friends, new adventures, and a ton more cliches that could be spat out by a random bot.

One such person had seen them all through his many years in Pokemon research, and yet the day of handing out Pokedexes and Pokemon trainers always excited him. He straightened himself up in a long mirror, and smiled confidently. "Ah Pokemon League registration day!" Professor Samuel Oak exclaimed to no one in particular. "How I love it so! Getting see all those youngsters with their bright eyes and fresh faces ready to take on the world of Pokemon! Then I send them off with nothing but tiny creatures to protect them from forests and caves full of things that want to eat them alive! It's times like this that keep me young!" He brushed off his jacket for a third time before he stopped at the sound of footsteps clomping up the stairs.

A young man of 22 emerged from the ground floor, looking slightly irritated. He carried his bomber jacket a lot easily than Professor Oak wore his lab coat, which had the sleeves rolled up for some reason. As he brushed his hand through his sharply-spiked brown hair, Gary Oak let out a sigh. "Gramps?" the Viridian City Gym Leader asked. "Who are you talking to up here? Yourself?"

"No, my boy, I'm talking to the Pokemon! They always listen to me! Or at least they will until I give them to their trainers!" Oak didn't turn from the mirror for a second while answering his grandson.

Which means he didn't see how irked Gary was becoming. "You don't have any more Pokemon to give away, Gramps. Not since you gave that Bulbasaur to that homeless guy 10 years ago and he went on a spore-fueled rampage through Celadon City. The cops were asking what you were going to do about all the property damage, remember?"

"Ah yes, I know Johnny was very thrilled to get his Bulbasaur. But, if there are no Pokemon here, how will the new trainers get their first partners?"

"Pretty sure they all caught their own."

Professor Oak shook his head. "Kids these days with their smartphones and their zero-calorie colas. They think they are invicible! Well these 10-year-olds will learn soon enough how harsh the world of Pokemon can be."

This drew a facepalm out of Gary. "They definitely aren't 10-year-olds, Gramps. Pretty sure they are all my age at least. I think half of them were out at the Green Bull last night drinking!"

Another shake of the head came from the professor. "They grow up so fast." As he moved though, it was clear that his hair wasn't moving at the same rate at he was.

Gary looked at the professor skeptically. "What is going on with your head? ...Are you wearing a mop?!?

"How dare you! This is my natural hair!" Oak asserted as he finally turned around to address his grandson. "I grew it myself!"

"You were buzzcut and balding last week!" Gary exclaimed. Now that he could see Oak's face, it appeared the mop wasn't the only cosmetic adjustment made. "...Did you glue Mareep wool to your chin?" There was definitely something stuck there in an attempt at a soul patch.

"This is my hip new facial hair that all the kids respect!" Oak seemed to be having trouble with the main facial accessory he was sporting as he was now holding it onto his face. "Plus it goes great with my new glasses!"

"Those aren't glasses!" Gary asserted. A quick look around at Oak's workbench revealed what it actually was on the professor's face. "You cut arrows out of a Mountain Dew bottle and stuck them over your eyes, Grandpa!"

"Don't call me Grandpa! I am the mighty Grand! Grand Oak! the professor stated triumphantly. "And you're just jealous because I have the only pair in the world!" He pounded his fist into his palm. "Now come on, we got to get those new trainers their Pokedexes! I made them myself you know!"

Gary was well beyond irritated with his older relative at this point. "No you didn't. We had to start getting them shipped in from Kalos five years ago. Because the last one you built didn't contain Pokemon info. It was just a bunch of grocery lists and crude drawings of Pokemon made to look like humans. And I immediately had my Arcanine burn the hell out of that one, even if it couldn't burn that sight from my eyes." Gary shuddered. "Now let's go get this over with.

"Yes, it's time for those trainers to get on their way! Let's go get them started... uh..." Professor Oak looked very confused all of a sudden as he stared at his grandson. "What was your name again?"

A visible vein bulged above the Viridian Gym Leader's left eye. "GARY! SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, OLD MAN? GARY MOTHERFUCKIN' OAK! WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS A THOUSAND TIMES! IT'S GARY!"

Clarity reached Oak's face. "Ah yes! I remember now! Your name is Gary! Well, come along Gary! No time to dilly-dally! We have trainers to christen!" The elder gentleman marched towards the stairs, everything falling off his face aside from the wool soul patch as he left his grandson to seethe.

"I can't believe I have to put up with this shit. I'm a gym leader. The best one. Make that loser Brock do this. Or that Tracey guy. Asshole must be off scarfing donuts or something. Definitely not doing his damn job! Gonna have Arcanine flame-broiled that douche..." Gary tromped down the steps after his grandfather, hoping he remembered the way to the main portion of the lab.

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The door swung open on one of those picturesque homes along the beachfront, allowing a young woman to enter the sunlight for the first time today. She appeared dressed for colder weather, with a black-and-gray striped zip-up hoodie covering a black lace tank-top and a pair of black jean shorts. Her legs were protected from the sun by a pair of orange stockings that poked out of her combat boots. Still, the woman squinted as her eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Ugh. Kanto is way too shiny," Lilith complained to something in particular, even if it didn't want to show itself yet. "Still, can't beat the price on that FlyB&B, huh Sia?"

A purple light flickered next to Lilith's black-and-orange locks as the rest of her companion materialized on her shoulder. Sia flicked the wax from her eye before it immediately settled back into place. "Lit...wick?"

"Ah, you don't care about trivial living matters like that. You just liked that giant dark closet."

This got a smile out of the Ghost/Fire type. "Lit! Litwicklit!"

Lilith smiled her usual sly grin. "Yeah, it was more than suitable. All right, let's go see this Professor and begin this quest," she stated, trying to work herself into character. There would surely be other trainers there, and they would need to know they were dealing with someone who commanded the souls of the damned. "Sooner we get out of this depressingly cheerful town, the better." Sia nodded in approval as the pair shut the door behind them. With a wheeled duffel bag in tow, they headed towards the giant hilltop laboratory that overlooked the town.

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

@WriterRaven @MichiCommander @Lambi @Mictlan93

All your sheets are accepted and may be moved over to the character tab. The intro post will be up within the next day.

@KiwiTime

Just because I'm posting an intro doesn't mean I'm closing off applications either, so feel free to keep me posted on what you are working on, and your character can come in at pretty much any time.

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

The Mistress of Lost Souls

Name: Karen Anne Rose, aka Lilith, Mistress of Lost Souls
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Hometown: Icirrus City, Unova

Appearance: Karen is 5'4", with an slightly below-average build and pale skin. Her natural hair color is light brown, but it has been dyed so many times no one but her remembers that. Her eyes are a deep blue.

Lilith's hair is currently black but the last inch was bleached afterwards to give it an orange glow that starts just above her shoulders. There are some faint streaks of purple visible from her previous dye job, but the darkness is dominant. She has two piercings in each of her ears, with simple onyx rings in them, as well as a purple stud in the right side of her nose and a silver ring in her right eyebrow. She favors dark eyeshadow and lipstick for makeup, but will usually avoid foundation. Her nails are usually painted in a combination of purple, black and reddish-orange shades.

The preferred wardrobe of the self-proclaimed "Mistress of Lost Souls" keeps to the dark themes. She uses black tank tops underneath a series of black mesh tops and jackets, usually paired with black skirts or torn jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. She wears a garnet pendant that glows orange under the light, as well as a bracelet on each hand, black leather with silver circles lining them in the center.

Personality: Lilith is rather emotionless, choosing to look at the darker side of life. She is rather melancholic and quick to express pessimism at a situation. She does enjoy discussing her research, primarily the legends and lore that make up the rich tapestry of Ghost Pokémon in the world. However, her social interactions are usually limited to nods and sarcastic remarks. This has been easier to maintain due to her delving into her studies at Mistralton University, with the ultimate goal of replacing that hack Shauntal as an Elite Four member.

It is an act though, born from an isolated childhood. The truth is, Karen does long to be a part of the cool kids, to be someone who can contribute to a group and be accepted. However, who would accept a happy member of the shadowy cabal of Ghost and Dark users? Phoebe was the exception, and she was a little creepy even for Karen's tastes. So, convinced the act is necessary, she keeps up the Lilith facade. She may let it slip under the right conditions though.

Profession: Trainer/Researcher
Talents: Being a university student, Lilith has had plenty of time to do her research on the land she is visiting, and is very familiar with the landscape because of it, even if this is her first time in Kanto. She is very good at making fire, and has some experience cooking given her time away from home.
Inventory:

• One week's worth of clothes, one formal-looking black dress, one jacket and one set of boots
• Six Dusk Balls
• Four Pokéballs
• Two Potions
• One Burn Heal (she always has one after what happened when she fell asleep next to Sia that one time)
• Reusable metal water bottle (she's goth, not an asshole)
• Laptop and waterproof carrying case (to work on her thesis paper while on the road)
• Wallet containing her IDs, her debit card, some on-hand Pokedollars (roughly $20 worth), and her lucky signed Allister trainer card. No one else knows she has this.
• Pup tent + sleeping bag

Starter Pokémon:

A level 5 Litwick, named Sia. First met when Karen was spending some quality time by herself at the Celestial Tower, Sia has become something of a counterbalance to Lilith's super-serious dark personality. The young Ghost/Fire type is less in your face and more likely to be a calm beacon in the pitch black. She keeps her trainer centered, especially when Lilith becomes too engrossed in her act and starts going completely gothic. Her Mild nature lets her see things that maybe her trainer doesn't in the midst of Karen's performance.

Biography: Karen Anne Rose was born in Icirrus City to parents Derek, a gym trainer under Brycen, and Ruby, an actress who worked with the Gym Leader on some of his movies. They lived on the outskirts of the city, closer to Celestial Tower than anything in town. Derek preferred his privacy. By all accounts, Karen had a normal upbringing. Her parents encouraged studying and family life given their relative isolation. Karen did very well, but it was a lonely life.

The Tower, though. The tower was where her friends lived. It was her home away from home. She could feel presences there that gave her comfort while her father was battling and losing to challengers and her mother was off in Virbank making motion pictures. They didn't show themselves, but she could feel the spirits every time she went. They weren't shunning her. They were embracing her, and she embraced them back.

She wanted to train ghosts when she got old enough, but her father was dead-set on Ice types. So she started to rebel, taking in the dark nature and making it a part of her identity. It seemed like the ghosts of the tower accepted her new outlook on life, because finally, one of the spirits materialized in front of her during an exploration of an upper floor. A purple light flickered into being before before flipping its wax back and offering a sweet smile. Karen was leery at first but the little Litwick followed her towards the stairs, so the teenager had herself a partner. With the now-christened Sia in tow, she officially started going by Lilith, because who ever heard of a masterful dark Ghost trainer named Karen?

Lilith built her new image before her grades got her accepted with a full ride to Mistralton U. She specialized in her chosen Ghost type and was very good at it. Enough to get noticed by Shauntal, but the Elite Four member totally blew Lilith off in her visit to the university, dismissing Sia as too mellow to ever be a true champion Pokémon. Stuck-up writer type. When the time came for her graduate thesis, she didn't want to go back home. Instead she got interested in the story of the Radio Tower, which seemed like a pretty deliberate desecration of a Ghost Pokemon resting place. She intends to make her way to Lavender and try to study what happened to the spirits residing there. Plus, she can gather up a team to kick Shauntal's pretentiously-collared ass and take her spot as the Ghost member of the Elite Four.

Notes/Other: Color code is cc5500 and Sia's color is a187be
Favorite game is White, because that's where the Legend of the Dancing Queen began.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇs

Well shoot, I was gonna indicate some interest, but it looks like everything is full up. I'll join Spooner and just lurk then!

Meadow University

The Romeo of the Rock

Name

Kieran David O'Connor

Nicknames

K.O (on the ice), Kiki (to VERY close friends)

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior year, still draft-eligible

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for Hockey

Major

Journalism, with a focus on sports / Communications

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Heartthrob Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long | Usually worn down, but he claims to have brought the manbun to Newfoundland, so he will wear it up in that style from time to time.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Athletic build, especially in the legs thanks to a lifetime of skating.
• Clothing Style: As an athlete, Kieran is expected to maintain a sense of style at the rink, so he has a couple of fine suits that he will wear on game days to look presentable. However, his preferred casual clothes consist primarily of jeans, both torn and untorn, open button-up shirts with t-shirts on underneath and a toque (wool cap) that will be worn to protect his hair from the elements. He wears a pair of dogtags in honor of his childhood friend and neighbor.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nothing can mark that perfect body. Not yet, anyway.

Personality Traits

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he is usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he plays as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Meadow after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first-ever scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board. It's a trait he carries with him off the eye, usually willing to stick up for anyone he considers a friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Kieran O'Connor born in Harbour Grace, Newfoundland and Labrador, and it was clear from an early age the kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

He was head and shoulders above the other kids in Harbour Grace and was a stand out even in the larger St. John's league. However, that still didn't amount to much and he wasn't drafted until the 10th round of the 2016 QMJHL draft by Blainville-Boisbriand. Not content to move to Quebec, Kieran didn't report to camp and instead decided the NCAA route would be the best way to reach then pros. His grades were so good that he had multiple offers from the States, but his parents insisted on education first and Kieran made his way to the top-tier Meadow University in 2018.

Kieran maintained an open-dorm policy when he got to university and it served him well, landing some solid friends and a couple eventual future roommates. He still is dreaming of that NHL contract so he can put the Rock back on the professional hockey map given the dearth of talent that has managed to stay in the big leagues.

Family

Father: Patrick O'Connor - 52 - Fisherman - FC: Alan Doyle
Mother: Maryse O'Connor - 48 - Director, Harbour Grace Tourism Board - FC: Natasha Henstridge
Oldest Sister: Caitlin O'Connor - 27 - Manager, Hertz Rent-A-Car, Toronto Bloor Street location - FC: Nicole Power
Older Sister: Hannah O'Connor - 24 - Junior Crime Reporter, The St. John's Telegram - FC: Sara Canning

Misc.

Brock O'Hurn | 87b5eb
- So I need another rom-com? Um... Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist?

Meadow University

The Romeo of the Rock

Name

Kieran David O'Connor

Nicknames

K.O (on the ice), Kiki (to VERY close friends)

Age

21

Gender

Male

Year

Junior year, still draft-eligible

Reason of Admission

Athletic Scholarship for Hockey

Major

Journalism, with a focus on sports / Communications

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Heartthrob Jock

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Long | Usually worn down, but he claims to have brought the manbun to Newfoundland, so he will wear it up in that style from time to time.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'3"
• Body Type: Athletic build, especially in the legs thanks to a lifetime of skating.
• Clothing Style: As an athlete, Kieran is expected to maintain a sense of style at the rink, so he has a couple of fine suits that he will wear on game days to look presentable. However, his preferred casual clothes consist primarily of jeans, both torn and untorn, open button-up shirts with t-shirts on underneath and a toque (wool cap) that will be worn to protect his hair from the elements. He wears a pair of dogtags in honor of his childhood friend and neighbor.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nothing can mark that perfect body. Not yet, anyway.

Personality Traits

Growing up in the rural part of Newfoundland has given Kieran an appreciation for taking things slow, but in the end it wasn't really for him. He likes the ability to do any number of things in one day, which was only possible after a long car ride back home. He likes to be out with people, doing things. He had enough hanging out alone back home.

Kieran has always been an easygoing person. Growing up constantly surrounded by a team atmosphere, he is usually the calm presence among his fellow athletes. On the ice, he plays as ferociously as anyone. He earned his nickname in his freshman season with Meadow after taking down junior enforcer J.P. Smolinski of Robert Morris in his first-ever scrap. He will fight for his team tooth and nail, he's that loyal once on board. It's a trait he carries with him off the eye, usually willing to stick up for anyone he considers a friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Kieran O'Connor born in Harbour Grace, Newfoundland and Labrador, and it was clear from an early age the kid was as Canadian as a Tim Horton's donut covered in maple syrup. From the second Patrick and Maryse O'Connor brought their youngest to Harbour Grace Arena for his first skate, Kieran showed he had a natural talent for gliding along the ice. As such, his parents invested all their spare cash in letting their boy pursue his dream of following Danny Cleary from the island to the NHL.

He was head and shoulders above the other kids in Harbour Grace and was a stand out even in the larger St. John's league. However, that still didn't amount to much and he wasn't drafted until the 10th round of the 2016 QMJHL draft by Blainville-Boisbriand. Not content to move to Quebec, Kieran didn't report to camp and instead decided the NCAA route would be the best way to reach then pros. His grades were so good that he had multiple offers from the States, but his parents insisted on education first and Kieran made his way to the top-tier Meadow University in 2018.

Kieran maintained an open-dorm policy when he got to university and it served him well, landing some solid friends and a couple eventual future roommates. He still is dreaming of that NHL contract so he can put the Rock back on the professional hockey map given the dearth of talent that has managed to stay in the big leagues.

Family

Father: Patrick O'Connor - 52 - Fisherman - FC: Alan Doyle
Mother: Maryse O'Connor - 48 - Director, Harbour Grace Tourism Board - FC: Natasha Henstridge
Oldest Sister: Caitlin O'Connor - 27 - Manager, Hertz Rent-A-Car, Toronto Bloor Street location - FC: Nicole Power
Older Sister: Hannah O'Connor - 24 - Junior Crime Reporter, The St. John's Telegram - FC: Sara Canning

Misc.

Brock O'Hurn | 87b5eb
- So I need another rom-com? Um... Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist?