(also known as "Sully", "Snart", or "Snartivan")

• 26
• 5'11"
• stern
• will follow through with a goal once it's made
• far-sighted but dislikes wearing glasses
• hunts and travels together with Percival/Percy
• an odd love for anti-jokes
• knows how to cook
• built
  • handsome muscle boy
    • chubby muscle boy

A young Executioner who wishes to live.

Sullivan was a former hunter for the Healing Church, and he had joined in on the Yharnam hunts until gaining an interest in the Executioners. Regardless of the group's end being nigh, he learned all that he could and partook in what training was available.

Unlike Alfred, he had no major desire to go to Cainhurst for the wish of sending Master Logarius off to Martyrdom. It would be too dangerous to go alone to such a place, and something did not sit right with him anyway. Were there truly no other Vilebloods?

Is commonly seen with his hunting partner Percy. Trusts and cares very much for him.

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(i'm not the best at describing a character's personality forgive me)

• Not the most talkative unless he knows you fairly well.
  • If you let him, or if he really needs to, he will ramble for a little while.
  • This is sort of rare but it happens!
• Can be very stern.
  • Is used to reminding others of things (like what to do, what they should do, etc)
• Can also get stressed a bit easily.
• If needed, he will take charge of something.
• Easy to see if he genuinely cares for someone by the little things he does for them.
  • Will never admit it.
• Doesn't know how to handle some compliments very well.
• Despite likely looking intimidating in his Executioner attire, he can be an (almost) approachable fellow.
  • Still not really a man to be messed with though...

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Sullivan had met Percy in Old Yharnam- within one of the burnt and abandoned buildings. The Executioner was attempting to read one of the many scattered letters found throughout the small town, but without his glasses it was impossible.

He grumbled and hmph'd over this until there was a faint sound behind him. Turning around with his weapon at the ready, the letter dropping, and hearing another noise, he asked for whoever might be there to come out.

It was Percival who stepped out from hiding. There was no visibly hostility, no hands gripped tightly onto a weapon, and now no reason to assume this was a beast or adversary. They even seemed extremely nervous as well.

Relaxing and picking up the letter, he looked at the hunter. "Can you read this?" As silly as this was, he very much wished to know the contents of the paper!

Percival blinked.

"You...er, can you not read it?"

"It's a bit embarrassing, but I cannot."

Luckily enough, the hunter agreed to read the letter out loud for him.

Hmm...hmm. So that's what happened..?

"Is that all?" Sullivan asked and got a nod in return.

"Thank you...." He was hoping for a name now. "Percival- well, uhm, Percy."

Now he lent out his hand. "Sullivan."

The both of them shook hands and left the building, together.

No one knows why they hadn't separated after their little meeting, and Sullivan won't ever say it easily, but he's thankful they didn't.