Name: Sullivan Hugo Quartet
Alias: Su, Suhq, Sully
Gender: Male
Age: 21
DOB: Exact date unknown
Height: 5'8
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair: Dark Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Rank: n/a

► Memo and Important Notes

Role: Communications Expert, Sniper/Sharpshooter

Special Talent(s): Sullivan's expert cat-like hunting skills and hawk-eye precision teamed with an eternal patience make him the cream when needed for any type of missions involving any sort of long range weapons. His weapon of choice is the M40 sniper rifle. Su's past training involved the learning of the 10 most used languages in the world and he can speak each fluently with relatively no accent. He is also trained in hand to hand combat, but prefers to avoid such situations.

Previous Occupation: Sniper / Communications decoder / Translator for hire.

Motives: No one really knows why Suhq joined the Revolution. It's not something he talks about but most say the death of his younger brother got the ball rolling. Though perhaps Su also saw something more in the Revolution. It's just cause, the liberty it promised. Perhaps a bit of all three. Whatever the main reason, he has pledged his undying loyalty and expert skills into the heart of the Revolution and it's movement.

► Physical Description

Though with a basic rebellious appearance, there's something about his air that appears clean and sophisticated regardless of his apparel; A black canvas jacket, faded blue jeans, blood red hoodie, hiking boots and army cap. He wears his brother's cross on a chain around his neck and has three piercings in one ear. Though not very tall, Suhq holds his size well, slim but obviously well built.

Quad Ref: (Anthro ref coming soon!)

► Personality and Demeanor

Personality: Intelligent, loyal, determined and sure of himself, there isn't much he isn't willing to try. A perfectionist, he gets the job done to exact specifications, though he is quick to find alternatives himself if all doesn't go according to plan.

Interactions: Quiet and solitary, Sullivan prefers to keep to himself and observe. He remains calm and detached when speaking and is slow to anger. His emotions rarely show though his voice or actions, and on the occasion they do it can only be read by someone trained in non-verbal communication.

► Brief History

Born on the streets, with a mother not worth much more than the rags she wore Sullivan found himself looking after his half-brother Hector from a very young age. With no father he knew of, his survival and that of Hector depended entirely of himself. He was 7 and Hector was almost 5 when their mother was hit by a carriage and killed. Su welcomed the chance to start a new life in a new place, neither boys had cared very little for such an insane parent. For a long time he kept Hector hidden while working as a simple errand boy for members of a secret organization called The Voice. His skills were quickly recognized and he was eventually recruited at age 13 and trained as a first class sniper with a major in communications. When the Community finally took down The Voice, who they had been carefully observing for several years, Su was spared and put in their service. They had discovered Hector, who was now 15 and promised Suhq they'd keep his little brother safe if he did everything they asked. Seeing the chance to keep Hector out of harm's way, he readily agreed.

A Million Miles Away ★

Though he was only 5 at the time, Sullivan was well versed in the art of concealment. The shabby apartment he lived in wasn't very large, with one bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a sad excuse for a living room, but Sully knew where the best hiding places were, and used them often. From his point under the bed in his mothers room he could hear the voices in the other room. His mother was entertaining a few of her "friends" and Su knew what a beating he'd get should he make himself known. Glancing over to his side, between himself and the wall, his little brother Hector slept peacefully. He was only two, and didn't really understand why they spent so much time behind the couch, at the back of the closet and under the bed but he was always happy to play "the silent" game with his brother. Sully was glad Hector was such a good sport about everything. It made life a bit easier to handle.

To be continued...

Viva La Revolution ★

► Sullivan fumbled with the Colt M1911 he'd taken from a Community building. It wasn't like him to steal, thievery was beneath his morals, but there was something about this item in particular. Something that set it apart from the rest. It had belonged to his brother, who'd been killed by the Community only a few days before. Hector had spoken of a group of revolutionaries fighting for their liberty. Sullivan hadn't wanted anything to do with it at the time, though he had admired his brother's fascination with them. It had been a while since his kid brother had such a shine on his face.

Now it was different, though Sullivan had often been given as task by the Community to eliminate rebellious peoples, they had gone too far this time. Sullivan, though loyal to no organization, had formed a pact with the Community. Let Hector be, in exchange for any service Su could offer them. But they'd doubled on their word and now the only person in the world he cared for was dead. They hadn't kept their side of the bargain, though they swore it was an accident, and they would pay for it with their lives. But he would make sure they suffered a blow first. It wasn't like they could expect him to keep his side of the bargain after what had happened to Hector. Turning the Colt in his hands he noticed a small red star engraved on the base of the pistol, under the star, barely legible were the words VIVA LA REVOLUTION. It was time to find out what Hector had been talking about.

For most, seeking out the members of the Revolution would seem an impossible task, but for Sullivan, it was child's play. Not to mention that Hector, who'd always been rather sloppy, had left a mine-shaft of clues. It took him only a few hours to locate the small seemingly abandoned building. Sullivan knew this couldn't be the main headquarters, but he wasn't surprised. Hector had most likely not been of high enough rank to possess such information. This wasn't the place he was after, but it would have to do. After all, though he had kept his activities carefully concealed there was no doubt in his mind that the higher members of the Revolution would have a pretty good idea of what he'd done to quite a few of their members. They wouldn't like him popping up at their main place at all, and they'd probably shoot him before he had time to prove himself. No, presenting himself at this lower hideout would work out much to his advantage. There would be plenty of time to figure everything else out later.

Sullivan settled in his hideout to observe the shack from a distance, he'd have to know the exact schedules of everyone who showed up here before making his move. He wasn't in a hurry though. After all, good things come to those who wait. He didn't have to watch the place more than a week to figure things out. It appeared to be a package exchange of some sort. Someone came with a parcel, hid it inside and a few hours later another would come pick it up. There was never more than one person at a time in the building. There wasn't really a mystery as to what the packages contained but it made little difference to him and he decided not to let on what he knew when he would present himself. Once satisfied with the information he gathered, Sullivan quietly entered the empty shack and located the hidden package. He then sat down to wait. Someone would be there any minute.

Sullivan was careful not to disturb anything, he'd never actually been inside the tiny building before and he was a bit surprised by what he saw. The furniture was not far from crumbling into dust and the kitchenware was so old and rusty it could have easily belonged to his great grandmother. An old frame hung on the wall, but the portrait had long since faded. Dried blood stains decorated one of the walls, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened here and it was hard to believe anyone could have ever lived here at all. By the look of the place the revolutionaries sure didn't look like they had much budget, though the shack probably had for purpose to look abandoned. Perhaps budget was something he could help them with to prove his worth. Money was something he knew how to get, though chances were slim that they'd hand over trust for that alone. He'd keep it in mind.



The kougra in charge of transfers arrived right on time. Sullivan sat calmly on the couch with the package another member had left there only hours before. Taken by surprise, the panicked kougra drew his weapon and pointed it at Suhq, ready to fire; Who the heck are you?! Sullivan refrained from answering right away. he got up slowly and held out the package. Smiling slightly he replied: I believe this is what you're looking for. After a moment's hesitation the kougra snatched the package from Sullivan's outstretched hand. Su continued; I'm Sullivan Quartet, I want to join the Revolution. A flicker of emotion showed on the kougra's face for a moment before quietly replying: You're Hector's brother aren't you? You'd best come with me. No more words were necessary and Sullivan quickly followed the speeding kougra down the empty street.

To be continued...

Old Friends and New Discoveries ★

► I'm to deliver this to you the mynci whispered. It was dark, about 01:30am and there were Community officials everywhere. Sullivan didn't reply, he took the package from Vargul and disappeared silently into the darkness.

► VUHLGAR! GET UP HERE YOU SWIVLING STOAT! I called for you over an hour ago! WHERE IN FRITH'S NAME HAVE YOU BEEN!? You better have a good explanation for this! Vuhlgar rolled his eyes, it wasn't like Svithin to get angry at him, It wasn't like Svithin ever got angry at all. Besides, it wasn't like they had any ties. Vuhlgar was loyal to the highest bidder and everyone knew it. Something catastrophic must have happened, something he was most likely going to have to fix... They've done it again Vuh, they've done it again. The 50-some year old xweetok dabbed at his sweating brow with a tidy white handkerchief. One of their men has something that belongs to us, something very important. I can't understand how he got away. He is such a thin sickly looking Ogrin. HOW DID HE GET AWAY?!!?! Vuh waited for the storm to pass. Svith was usually not a man of many words, though he had a voice smooth as cold molasses and could con a bee into handing over honey. We've got him now of course, but it's too late. The package he stole is gone and the beggar won't talk. You see Vuh, what they took... what they took, it contains vital information regarding the Community, if it were to fall into the wrong hands... if it were to fall into the wrong hands, the results could be devastating. It could set us back several months, years even. We'd have to change everything, but it might be too late and the Revolutionaries might have time to gain an upper hand. No, you must find the package before it reaches the Revolutionary officials. He's in the 4th basement, in room 34. Here's a pass for you. Without a word Vuh took the slim plastic card and headed out the door.

► Sullivan didn't waste any time making it to his hideout. There was no doubt that the entire Community's best hunters were out to find this package. He didn't even know what was in it yet, but he was about to find out. As he carefully opened the package Vargul had taped up he realized how quickly he'd come to be important in the Revolution. He was glad though, Hector would be proud. And so was he, he hadn't really done anything that did a great service to the world and it felt good to be on the right side for once. Shaking the bits of tape off his fingers, he opened the flaps of the slim package. Su prided himself on his ability to remain cool and collected, but seeing the contents of this package almost sent him into a panic. Something had to be done about this, and fast.

There was no time to waste. He slipped in front of the mirror and painted his face. he would be more difficult to recognize now. His face was a well known sight within the Community and it was a known fact he'd switched sides. Pocketing the items in the pouch on his belt, he burnt all other traces of the package. Other than what he had on him, it was like the package had never existed.

He ran for what seemed like hours. Sometimes waiting at corners for a sliver of chance to pass unnoticed, sometimes climbing on rooftops to through any dogs off his trail. At last, at the very edge of the city, too tired to go a step farther he found a safe and quiet hideout to examine more closely the contents of the mysterious package.

It was a Maapallo, the Finnish word for "Globe", signifying Global Knowledge. When set up properly, it could reveal anything the asker needed to know. Names, locations, plans.... anything. It was the most incredible object known in the history of Neopia. Legend said only 5 of them were made in history and he knew that only 2 had ever been discovered. One was owned by the Community, he'd seen it once before by accident, but it was damaged and did not function properly, and the other was owned by a private collector in another world. The one in his hands must be the third to ever be discovered. It was a wonder Ferris had intercepted this package.

He knew now why they'd chosen him for this mission, not just anyone could assemble these, even the wisest Maapallo readers couldn't always assemble them, or so he'd read from stories in an old history book he and Hector had dug out from an abandoned barn. Probably no one that couldn't read minds in the way he could would be able to take on such a task. And even then, you needed to have seen one before, something that didn't happen every day, the study of Maapallo's were banned and their pictures could not be found in any legal books. The Maapallo functioned by speaking to the reader using vibrations and humming noises. You had to read its mind to find out where the next piece should fit. It was like a 3D puzzle, but much deeper, Su had never read the mind of an object before. There was a particular order to it and he had to be incredibly careful, one misplaced piece and it could be damaged forever. Fumbling the pieces in his palm, he carefully started assembling them together one by one. The farther he got in the assembly, the more the item shone. So much that he was afraid to be discovered because of its bright light. Unwilling to put it down he continued and at last, the Maapallo was back together.

It was a small one, but still incredibly powerful. Though he didn't know how it worked exactly he knew he had to deliver it to headquarters. His job was done, he was probably the only member of the Revolution to have ever seen one and understand the mechanical and mental functioning required for it to be installed. Now it would have to be transferred over to those well versed in reading it. Sullivan wondered how the Revolution had acquired such people. From what he'd heard while serving the Community not more than a small handful of mages could actually read them, and most of them were loyal to the Community. Shaking the thought Sullivan tucked the item in his coat and curled up for a short shut eye moment. In a few short hours he had to deliver the goods.

► Vuh poked the tied up ogrin with the blunt end of a heavy walking stick. You'll talk yellow dog. I always find out what I want, one way or another. Flashing a smile that could freeze boiling water, Vuh glanced at his trembling victim. The ogrin would be no good to him dead, and he knew it wouldn't take long before fear made him spill the beans. You know my favourite thing to do Ferris? That is your name isn't it? At least, it was written on the inside of your jacket. Unless you stole the jacket. It isn't nice to steal Ferris, you know the Community loaths thieves. The ogrin didn't reply but Vuh heard him mumble something about the Community stealing away from the population under his breath. My favourite thing Ferris, is pain. Lots of pain. Pain and I, we are good friends you see. We just have this long history. He took a step toward the ogrin who let out a frightful scream, a scream in the form of a word: "Quartet". Vuh froze in his tracks for an instant, turned on his heel and left the room without another word.

The name Quartet wasn't new to Vuh. He'd actually been the one to come up with it. It was a long story, and he didn't wish to think of it. But if Quartet was who he thought he was then he was in for a load of complications. Vuh was a professional; he had no ties and lived for the kill. He was proud to have no one that could get in the way and this new situation was crossing this line. Vuhlgar knew Sullivan Quartet, and he didn't like what he was assigned to do.

If it was indeed Sullivan, he'd have to act fast. Last he'd heard of his long-lost childhood friend he'd been rapidly advancing though Community ranks. But that was years ago, the last time he'd seen Sullivan was when little Sully had joined The Voice and the boys had went their separate ways after a heated argument. Vuh had never liked The Voice for specific reasons. Sullivan would never be a match for him though, but he would most likely be more difficult than most. That and Vuh wasn't sure he had the heart to get rid of his old friend in such a way. He shook the thoughts from his mind; he'd have to take it one step at a time.

They'd been close as brothers once and Vuh still remembered every nook Sullivan had ever called his own. He knew Sully would be taking the package into the Never Never, a black forest so dark and filled with fog that the Community limited the excursions within its perimeter even though it was rumored the Revolutionaries had a hideout there. It wasn't called the Never Never for nothing; it was the only known place that the Community feared. At the edge of the city where the looming forest began, Vuh selected a large tree and approached closely. Sullivan would detect his movement any minute. Sure enough, a flash of red escaped from beneath the roots of the tree and started running. Vuh didn't waste any time. Any doubt that it wasn't his old Sully vanished from his mind. He'd always been faster and time hadn't changed things. Taking a leap, he tackled Su to the ground. Hey Sully, remember me?

Suhq moaned, How could I forget... now get off me you oaf. Vuh got up and helped Su get to his feet. There was an awkward moment before Vuh replied: I heard about Hector... I'm sorry. He was always the best one of us you know. Sullivan nodded and showed a painful smile: Yeah, I guess he was. The silence continued before Vuh broke it once again asking quietly: We both know why I'm here Sully. You'd better hand it over. Su feigned ignorance: hand what over? Vuh shook his head, Don't play stupid with me bro, the ogrin said you had it, and he sure as hype wasn't lying, way he screamed out your name like that. Suhq frowned, so one of their guys had been caught, and if he was talking it couldn't be good. The tension between Sully and Vuh was only growing as neither was willing to make the first move. Neither was looking forward for what was going to happen. I have to deliver this Vuh, I have no choice, it could mean such a difference to the Revolution, to the people... to everyone. I used to be like you, blindly siding with those who could give me what I needed, but now I'm fighting for a cause. You don't have anything personal in this conflict anyways. What's this package to you? Truth was, the package wasn't just another paycheck to him. He had his professional pride and spotless reputation. He was one of the best hired trackers and hunters in the entire community circle. His record was perfect, "failing" just wasn't in his vocabulary. It was a completely foreign principle to him. Struggling with an inner and personal conflict, something he hadn't done in years, he pushed his own needs aside and nodded at Suhq; You got yourself ten minutes Sully. Ten minutes wasn't more than Su needed, he slapped Vuh on the back and ran straight into the Never Never.

A few hours later he finally arrived at the designated trade area. Waiting for him were the highest members of the Revolution. He'd never met them before, but recognized them immediately by the description Vargul had given him in a coded note. Approaching slowly, he asked them for the code word. Once satisfied, he removed the Maapallo from his sweater and held it out. Eyes shining with excitement, the one Suhq assumed to be the mage, reached out and took it from him. The Maapallo hummed loudly as soon as touched by the mage. It sounded almost happy to be whole again. The mage smiled; We've got them now!



End Mission 4.

Splashes of Color ★

^{A few doodles of Su's new design till I get some actual art done for him ;3}

Go forth and spread the word! ★

Rules:
You know the drill. Don't edit, remove credits, use in the BC etc. Always link back!

Requests: Open to REVOLUTION members only.
Trades: Open

Other:
I can do simple line art edits and add simple accessories, but I will not draw any sort of clothing (bandanas, coats, scarfs etc). I may or may not shade adoptables with lineart add-ons or edits. The choice remains at my discretion.



And since Suhq's neopet form is a uni, here are some uni adoptables for you to take home! Just remember to link back.
Customs are closed.

Currently working on uploading all of these. I won't be adding Su's many many adoptables from his old designs, but if you made one of Su in the past, worry not. I have them all saved in a folder and I still love them all ;3