roganhighlander

[roganhighlander]

sage-adler​:

The sound the bottles had made as they crashed to the floor caused her ears and cheeks to burn red, knowing that if the sound had startled her it definitely would have drawn the attention of every other customer and store clerk in the small shop. Sage tried not to look around to see, feeling slightly better off not knowing exactly how many eyes were on her at that given moment. Of course, she felt one gaze linger even after the shop returned to it’s normal activities and soon a man dressed in a clearly tailored suit bent down to help her. If there were any moment in her life that she wanted to be swallowed whole into the earth, it was this one. “Oh please, you don’t have to,” She began to protest, shaking her head even though the man started to help her anyway, despite her feeble objections. “Thank you.” Her pride finally gave in to the stranger’s help and with it, the bottles were back on the shelf within no time and Sage no longer had to worry about being in anyone’s way or attracting the unwanted attention of other shoppers. 

She wasn’t sure what it was about this particular month, these particular weeks leading up to that one, very particular day that made her so self-aware, so self-conscious in ways that she had never been before. It was as though her grief were seeping outward and she felt like her entire soul was bared for anyone to see it, the open book in her otherwise closed off life just begging to be borrowed, to be read. A part of herself on display. Still, the man didn’t seem to even notice as he brushed off her apology and they picked up the last of the bottles from the floor, setting them back onto the shelf. Without anything in her hands, Sage felt underdressed in her grey tee and jeans next to the neatly put together man and she let her hands settle in the front pockets of her jeans with an awkward shrug. “I- uh, sorry again for getting in your way. I hope my clumsiness didn’t cause you to be late for something important.”

x

Rogan wavered her off after the woman tried to tell him he didn’t need to be of help, they’d all be in situations in which they had became embarrased or put in a position in which they didn’t want to in and this, right here, was her time. So he didn’t stop, instead he continued to help collecting every last item from the floor until he stood and placed them on the side. When they finally stood, there seemed to be a moment of silence before she was thanking him. He peered up from the thick of his lashess, she was a pretty woman with locks of golden blonde hair and a sweet shaped face; she reminded him of someone, however, he couldn’t place his finger on it. Rogan was sure it would come to mind in the future as he watched her shrug. She still looked embarrased, however, it wasn’t something he’d really touch upon, instead he’s fly over it like a feathered bird.

‘‘Don’t let it get too you too much, sweet heart.’‘ Rogan offered the best words of widsom he could muster, he knew he’d been in this position, however, she was taking it different from how he would of reacted. Rogan was the kind of man to make a joke out of it, garner the laughter of others in those moments of awakwardness. 

‘‘Me? Nah.’‘ Rogan laughed lightly ‘‘I dress like this all the time.’‘ He really didn’t, but he didn’t want the girl to feel bad. He dressed like this about seventy percent of the time, people often said though that when he wore normal clothes they looked odd on him because he wore the suits so well, his best friend always asked them to stop saying it would go to his head if they carried on --- he was right, it did. 

‘‘What about you? Are you in a rush?’‘ He asked, stepping out the way in case he was blocking her from leaving.’’However, if you know this store and have a few minutes to spare, maybe you could help me find a gif?’‘ He asked now with a sheepish smile. it hadn’t been his plan when he helped her, but if she had the time maybe he could use it. 

[roganhighlander]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Rogan Highlander . Type of Connection: His Daughter . Connection Name: Rosie Highlander (First name can be changed) . Connection Age: 24. Suggested FCs: Zoey Deutch, Sophie Turner, Kathryn Newton, Maisie Williams, Olivia Holt, Abigail Breslin, Lili Reinhart, Madeline Petsch or UTP

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Rosie and Rogan are extremely close, being a single father he always provided what he could with what he had. She knows of his involvement within the mafia world and his business, however, he keeps her out of it as best as he can; she however, has a darker streak and wants to be involved. She craves to be like her father, and knows little to nothing about her birth mother, always feeling like anyone that could abandon her deserves no place in their world.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? Yes, please!

[roganhighlander]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Rogan Highlander. Type of Connection: Mother Of His Child. Connection Name: UTP. Connection Age: 44-47. Suggested FCs: Reese Witherspoon, Madchen Amick, Rachel Weisz, Rachel Mcadams, Melissa Mccarthy, Sofia Vergara, Tina Fey, Hilarie Burton, Bethany Joy Lenz, Daneel Ackles, Marsha Thomason, Shantel VanSanten — UTP. .

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

They met young and before they knew it, she was pregnant. His involvement within the crime family was nothing new to her, she was involved via. her own family and had been her entire life. Together they were a modern day Bonnie & Clyde. He loved her with everything he had and yet she bolted just after she gave birth to Rosie and left Rogan behind, feeling the pressure was too much. It’s been twenty four years and she’s finally back in town after having no contact with either of them in all that time.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? Yes, please!

[roganhighlander]

Even when he was based in the auto shop, he never took part in actually fixing things anymore. Instead he adorned his pin stripped suit, one of the most expensive ones he owned as he oversaw what his team were doing. It had been a practically busy day, cars and bikes in and out all day. He'd managed to get a short phone call in with his daughter, Rosie and all in all, he felt it to be a success. However, the looming meeting he had later that day did have a stressor on his mind; he knew it wouldn't be pleasant, Rogan always tried to sit on the back burner a little, however, somehow managed to get dragged in deeper every time --- he did try and get away, but it wasn't always possible.

It really wasn't.

However, the familiar voice cut through the thicket of his thought process as he looked up from the paper work in hand; some invoices he needed to process and kept procrastinating over. Eyes of oak peered at her before placing the files upon the reception desk and offering a sweet yet firm smile; his go too. 

‘‘Azra, a pleasure as always.’‘ He greeted charmingly, he was a smooth man who often made everything look effortless. But don’t get him wrong, it took a lot of effort to be that way. It was about precision for him, about the perfection of who he was on the outside. It was all for his daughter, it always had been. 

‘‘OK’‘ Rogan hummed as he reached over the desk picking up the schedule as he scanned over the names quickly, humming every few seconds before he looked up at her and furrowed his brows, mockingly tutting. ‘‘You’re gonna be a pain in my ass, but sure thing sweet heart.’‘ Rogan stated as he looked to the receptionist.

‘‘Bump Jackson and place my friend here in first, we can’t have her missing her trip now, can we?’‘ He asked, the receptionist practically squeaked back as she scurried back to working. Rogan looked rather amused at the response, as he turned back to Azra.

‘‘How about you follow me and make yourself comfortable in my office? It’s better than the waiting room, I promise.’‘ He paused as he gestured in the direction of the stairs ‘‘And there maybe whiskey--- but you never heard that.’‘

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Azra walked up to the auto shop in a state of desperation once her bike had stalled on the side of the highway, leaving her no choice but to call a tow truck which had picked her up and brought her here. A demand of hers given that she needed her mechanic to take a look at the bike. “Get me Rogan, please.” The brunette told the receptionist only for her to catch the man’s figure in her peripheral vision. “Rogan,” she called after him and darted into the Auto Shop. “Bertha stalled by the road and I have no idea what’s wrong with her but I need her for tomorrow.” She had planned a bike trip with a friend and needed it more than she wanted to admit. “Do you think you or someone else can take a look and maybe bump me up the line a little bit? I’ll pay extra.” She said with a wide grin, batting her lashes at him.

[roganhighlander]

ROGAN HIGHLANDER

age: 45.

gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him.

neighborhood: summit lake.

occupation: owner of highlander & sons auto shop.

fc: gabriel macht.

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings: military, depression, crime, abandonment, single parenting.

The beginning of Rogan’s life was practically perfect, a happy boy with a cheeky smile plastered across his lips. Often called on in school for being bright, well-mannered and smart; he was off to a great start the moment he walked into the world with a family whom loved him and adored the ground he walked on. Rogan excelled in all aspects of school, girls never really bothering him as he hadn’t really grown into his looks. He was just seen as the comedian, someone people wanted to be best friends with but never wanted too date.  

But it wasn’t until he was old enough, the mere age of 15 that his family revealed to him the life they actually led. Rogan Highlander was brought up in the life of crime, a family of mobsters and drug dealer. But as a young teen he never really thought too much into it, not wanting to be forced to see his family any differently than he already did; perfect.

His father, Grady was a gangster, living a double life as Ronan imagined. Wanting him to learn so that one day he could take over the family business of the Auto Shop, Highlander & Sons eventually. Rogan had always wanted that, a quiet life working under his dad until it was time for him to take over the business.

Underneath that he had a desire to play music, often tucked away in his room strumming his guitar and writing music. Rogan knew his father would never agree with his love for music, so instead of pursing his real dream Ronan placed it on the back burner never wanting to disappoint his family. All he wanted was to be the perfect son and be happy.

As Rogan hit his older teen years many things in his life changed, the young boy who had been naïve to what his family were involved with changed. His first love went by the name of Lettie, a small blonde who threw him through a hurricane of emotions, like all first loves it ended in heart break for him and after that it changed his perception and women, not wanting to settle down or be tied to anyone.

After that Rogan became part of the very thing he’d once tried to ignore, joining his father and taking part in things he’d never expected he’d allow himself to be. After his father had got Rogan to really immerse himself in the life style, his son began to fall in to the lifestyle without much regard to his previous dreams. A need for thrill only grew as his age did, and something inside the boy changed him into his father. The two would have been mistaken for each other if looked at closely enough.

Rogan was a very complex minded character in compared to most of those he associated himself with, many faces to his personality but loyal to a fault. With a gift behind for a life of crime, something he’d harnessed as timed progressed, he began to garner the attention of females and as he grew into his own looks he seemed to fall more and more into the life of a gang member.

By the time he hit eighteen he did something that surprised his entire family and enlisted in the army. It had been something he’d thought about for a while; Rogan felt stagnant and wanted to experience life outside of his usual place.. The way he wanted to do that was by serving his country after everything he’d done to disobey the law. He wanted to get on the straight and narrow much to his father’s disappointment but still proud of his son for spreading his wings.

One year in the army, that was all Rogan got.

His dream was cut short when a simple night run ended in an explosion and an honorable discharge and after being free of his old life he had to quickly return home. He’d thought he’d finally found his place. But he had not. Depression was something that crept in time to time, feeling trapped and alone. Away from all his brothers that he’d met while he was over there. It was stuck in his room back at his parents’ house that he found his music again, and would later meet a woman that changed his life forever. Falling for someone who you believed walked on water, would die or kill for. That was exactly what Rogan found when he fell for the dark haired female.

It wasn’t long before he was down on one knee proposing and falling back into his family’s life of being in the gang. Wanting to provide for everything she wanted and needed, but of course at the time Rogan didn’t see that she was playing him; getting what she could out of him and making him do all the work for the relationship. When the pregnancy came around he was ecstatic and she was not, although he didn’t see it. Everything was through rose tinted glasses when it came to her.

And thus a beautiful baby girl by the name of Rosie was born.

Instantly Rogan knew what real love was when he saw his baby girl, something inside of him changed and he vowed he’d do anything in his life to keep her safe but the biggest heart break of all was waking up to an emptied house and realizing she’d left him with their daughter.

Twenty One years old and now Being a single father meant he had responsibilities he’d never known before like providing meals, making sure she had everything needed. Rogan finally saw his parent’s in a different light— everything cost money and that’s how they’d provided for him.

That was all it took for him to finally fall in with the lifestyle, a full mobster who did this for his family, his daughter. Rosie had needs and he would make sure she’d never want for nothing. He had never wanted to get as deep as he did, but as time went on and he grew older; it was what he knew and needed to keep the lifestyle he’d created for him and his daughter.

written by: pickles.

[roganhighlander]

A billow of smoke appeared before him as the cigarette seemed to mollify Rogan to some extend. The pent up anger obvious in his rigid muscle and tense jaw, as he chucked it to the cracked pavement, crushing it with his Italian leather shoes; a huff leaving his lips. He was in a mood, a man who was more often than not a calm fellow had a face of thunder and he wasn’t sure when the departure was scheduled for, but for the better of everyone, he hoped it was soon. As he looked up to the greying sky, he squints eyes of aging oak wood. 

He was someone who preferred Winter or Summer; he hated Autumn; the in between when it couldn’t decide if it wanted to be warm or cold. Where in the day he could go out in a T-Shirt and be fine, however, three hours later he shuddering from the nipping cold.

After all the smoke had left his lungs his feet began to carry him along the street, eyes wandering effortlessly to the sights before him. There was nothing much to see, in all honesty, he didn’t care much for the town; hadn’t for a long time. It felt old and weary too him, something that would fall under any pressure should it fall upon his desecrate town. But as Old West Soap Co, came into view, a small sigh of relief washed over him. 

His daughter. 

She was the light of his life, the reason he tried so hard to fit in with some normality, even if he was far from the word itself. And she loved this place. A small gift wouldn’t hurt, he thought as he ventured inside. He was a Sauvé man, walked with elegance and was eloquent. He was always dressed to the high heavens, currently adorning a pin stripped suit, tugging at his lapels as he entered. It took only seconds for a store clerk to be stood before him, offering the latest goods.

But he knew what he wanted. He offered a polite hand to indicate he needed no help as he sauntered off to look around her favorites, she wasn’t a woman of many tastes, she was picky much like her father, yet free, like her mother. Mother. The word wasn’t even spoken but he felt sick at the thought; the woman that had abandoned them both. He was quick to shy away from the thought as he carried on with his venture. 

The clatter caught his attention in the quiet-ish shop, as he turned to see the bottles tumbling. It was the first thing of the day that caused the corner of his lip to tug into some what of a smile. He was a polite man, after all. Leaning down he began to help.

‘‘Don’t worry about it darlin’, we all have those days.’‘ He chuckled himself.

sage-adler​:

location: Old West Soap Co., Claret Park. status: open @providencepeakstarters

Sage had lived in Claret Park almost her entire life, save for a few years after she turned eighteen and moved into her first apartment in University Heights that she could afford on her meager salary as a new EMT. Her entire life had been spent in that neighborhood, in the same house that had belonged to her parents once upon a time. It was a place she had planned to live in for the rest of her life. A place she planned to raise a family and grow old in. It was also a place that housed the one and only Old West Soap Company - a soap shop that technically didn’t make up for the loss of everything she had dreamed of doing in that neighborhood, but walking through the doorway and being greeted by dozens of fresh scents certainly was a close second.

Or third. Honestly, it was a bad comparison from the start and all Sage knew is that Old West Soap Company smelled like what she could only assume Heaven would smell like if it indeed existed. She could spend hours perusing the small aisles filled with handmade soap and she usually did, except this trip was to find something in particular; a collection of soap samplers for a gift that supposedly smelled exactly like the most popular Halloween candies. Her feet moved forward and her gaze darted from shelf to shelf, as though she were racing from the very thought that Ruby would have loved this soap set. Sage was so caught up in her skilled avoidance that she didn’t even notice her shoulder bumped against a shelf, knocking a slew of lotion bottles to the floor. A shadow cast over her as she started to pick the bottles up and she groaned, realizing her mess was effectively blocking someone from getting past. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m apparently a walking disaster today, surprise,” Sage chuckled ironically, doing her best to pick up the bottles so the person could step around and continue with their shopping.

[roganhighlander]

IN CHARACTER

Name: Rogan Highlander

Faceclaim: Gabriel Macht

Gender & Pronouns: Male. He/Him

Age: Forty Five

Occupation: Owner of Highlander & Sons Auto Shop

Neighborhood: Summit Lake

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGERS: military, depression, crime, abandonment, single parenting.

The beginning of Rogan’s life was practically perfect, a happy boy with a cheeky smile plastered across his lips. Often called on in school for being bright, well-mannered and smart; he was off to a great start the moment he walked into the world with a family whom loved him and adored the ground he walked on. Rogan excelled in all aspects of school, girls never really bothering him as he hadn’t really grown into his looks. He was just seen as the comedian, someone people wanted to be best friends with but never wanted too date.  

But it wasn’t until he was old enough, the mere age of 15 that his family revealed to him the life they actually led. Rogan Highlander was brought up in the life of crime, a family of mobsters and drug dealer. But as a young teen he never really thought too much into it, not wanting to be forced to see his family any differently than he already did; perfect.

His father, Grady was a gangster, living a double life as Ronan imagined. Wanting him to learn so that one day he could take over the family business of the Auto Shop, Highlander & Sons eventually. Rogan had always wanted that, a quiet life working under his dad until it was time for him to take over the business.

Underneath that he had a desire to play music, often tucked away in his room strumming his guitar and writing music. Rogan knew his father would never agree with his love for music, so instead of pursing his real dream Ronan placed it on the back burner never wanting to disappoint his family. All he wanted was to be the perfect son and be happy.

As Rogan hit his older teen years many things in his life changed, the young boy who had been naïve to what his family were involved with changed. His first love went by the name of Lettie, a small blonde who threw him through a hurricane of emotions, like all first loves it ended in heart break for him and after that it changed his perception and women, not wanting to settle down or be tied to anyone.

After that Rogan became part of the very thing he’d once tried to ignore, joining his father and taking part in things he’d never expected he’d allow himself to be. After his father had got Rogan to really immerse himself in the life style, his son began to fall in to the lifestyle without much regard to his previous dreams. A need for thrill only grew as his age did, and something inside the boy changed him into his father. The two would have been mistaken for each other if looked at closely enough.

Rogan was a very complex minded character in compared to most of those he associated himself with, many faces to his personality but loyal to a fault. With a gift behind for a life of crime, something he’d harnessed as timed progressed, he began to garner the attention of females and as he grew into his own looks he seemed to fall more and more into the life of a gang member.

By the time he hit eighteen he did something that surprised his entire family and enlisted in the army. It had been something he’d thought about for a while; Rogan felt stagnant and wanted to experience life outside of his usual place.. The way he wanted to do that was by serving his country after everything he’d done to disobey the law. He wanted to get on the straight and narrow much to his father’s disappointment but still proud of his son for spreading his wings.

One year in the army, that was all Rogan got.

His dream was cut short when a simple night run ended in an explosion and an honorable discharge and after being free of his old life he had to quickly return home. He’d thought he’d finally found his place. But he had not. Depression was something that crept in time to time, feeling trapped and alone. Away from all his brothers that he’d met while he was over there. It was stuck in his room back at his parents’ house that he found his music again, and would later meet a woman that changed his life forever. Falling for someone who you believed walked on water, would die or kill for. That was exactly what Rogan found when he fell for the dark haired female.

It wasn’t long before he was down on one knee proposing and falling back into his family’s life of being in the gang. Wanting to provide for everything she wanted and needed, but of course at the time Rogan didn’t see that she was playing him; getting what she could out of him and making him do all the work for the relationship. When the pregnancy came around he was ecstatic and she was not, although he didn’t see it. Everything was through rose tinted glasses when it came to her.

And thus a beautiful baby girl by the name of Rosie was born.

Instantly Rogan knew what real love was when he saw his baby girl, something inside of him changed and he vowed he’d do anything in his life to keep her safe but the biggest heart break of all was waking up to an emptied house and realizing she’d left him with their daughter.

Twenty One years old and now Being a single father meant he had responsibilities he’d never known before like providing meals, making sure she had everything needed. Rogan finally saw his parent’s in a different light--- everything cost money and that’s how they’d provided for him.

That was all it took for him to finally fall in with the lifestyle, a full mobster who did this for his family, his daughter. Rosie had needs and he would make sure she’d never want for nothing. He had never wanted to get as deep as he did, but as time went on and he grew older; it was what he knew and needed to keep the lifestyle he’d created for him and his daughter.

MODERN DAY

Now aged forty five years old, with a twenty four year old daughter and his position within the gang as a Consigliere. Rogan lives for the job with the kind of power he’d always wanted, a need for power he’d never really understood until he’d gained the title. Rogan isn’t short on money and his like for the finer tastes of luxury were evident in his suits, constant need to look perfect and the car’s he drove. The auto shop was just the disguise he used to hide the business he did in it’s back rooms.

Rogan Highlander was a man to be friend but never somebody you should double cross. A smooth talker with the perfect answer for any question you had but a violent streak that had been nurtured over time. Women were something he used like a rag doll since his ex had left him, never settling down; many flings with women, married or not.

Three (3) Positive Traits:  Respectful, Comradeships & Attentive.

Three (3) Negative Traits: Sly, Explosive & Detached.

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