Cameron Sullivan - 17 - Alex Fitzalan - High School student, Zachary and Heather’s son, Wyatt and Maya’s brother, Norman and Colleen‘s grandson.
Zachary Sullivan - Deceased - Tom Welling - Cameron, Wyatt and Maya’s father, Heather’s husband. He was a fun and dorky dad who managed a construction company.
Heather Sullivan - 42 - Piper Perabo - Cameron, Wyatt and Maya’s mother, Zachary’s wife, Norman and Colleen’s daughter. Organised almost to the point of claiming OCD, Heather is a paralegal who loves to be involved in her children’s lives.
Wyatt Sullivan - 19 - Cody Christian - Cameron and Maya’s brother, Zachary and Heather’s son, Norman and Colleen’s grandson. A human whirlwind, Wyatt can be a bit of a slob, and lacks motivation and drive.
Maya Sullivan - 14 - Malina Weissman - Cameron and Wyatt’s sister, Zachary and Heather’s daughter. A sarcastic prankster and neat freak, Maya is most often found teasing her brothers.
Colleen Markey - 72 - Glenn Close - Cameron, Wyatt and Maya’s grandmother, Heather’s mother and Norman’s wife. A very posh retired high school teacher, Colleen can be both controlling and overbearing.
Norman Markey - 72 - Ted Danson - Cameron, Wyatt and Maya’s grandfather, Heather’s father and Colleen’s husband. Much more relaxed than both his wife and daughter, Norman is often the voice of reason in conflicts between the two.
Welcome (back) to Among Us, TILLY! MAYA SULLIVAN ( with the faceclaim of LUCA HOLLESTELLE ) has found shelter in CAMP JUPITER, where we hope SHE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!
It’s obvious Maya has a well thought-out background: the details about her family tree on her mother’s side, as well as her father’s situation, show us that much. You didn’t sweep the repercussions of Gabriel’s life choices under the rug, but it’s nice to see Maya isn’t shy or ashamed to claim him as her dad all the same. Family and the Legion mean a lot to her, which makes her an ideal soldier, if only she could master some powers. We will certainly be looking forward to her maybe figuring out how to hone her skills, and what they will be if new ones arise. This seemingly gentle character seems hellbent on giving the mole a piece of her mind, and that’s quite promising, too.
AND YOU ARE…?
What is your full name, and when were you born?
After the short introductions and some polite nodding, Maya sat down in the chair opposing the interviewer. The ordeal felt a little strange to her, but her centurion had told her to do whatever these people said, and that they were to be trusted, so she had no choice but to go along with it. It seemed like they were simply composing an inventory of all the demigods, as they all exited the little room within fifteen minutes. It wouldn’t take long for her either, if she kept a little information to herself. They didn’t care, probably, not really. All of the Legion and New Rome knew her by her shorter name, too, so it wasn’t really lying. ”My name is Maya Sullivan. I was born on the 28th of December in 1998, so I’m turning nineteen this year.” Who could pronounce Mathilde Victoria Jasmijn Cornelissen-Sullivan anyways? It was all just a mouthful and a general inconvenience.
Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.
Maya descended from a long line of Dutch merchants on her mother’s side, but the one people really knew, or were supposed to know about, was her father. She would summarize her mother’s part of her complicated family tree into a single sentence, because she expected the interviewer to be bored with his job and the interviews. She would have been, at least. “I was claimed a long time ago, actually, as a legacy of Juventas when I was fourteen, and as Chione’s when I turned sixteen, the traditional way, with a nice little flurry. My father is Gabriel Sullivan, son of Chione, of the First Cohort. He’s that guy that got bored and left without the Praetor’s permission.” Her stepmother was also well-known around New Rome, but in a good way, because her reputation kept the kids from egging their house or leaving death threats for her father. “My stepmother is Kiana Sullivan, daughter of Ceres, of the Second Cohort.”
Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?
She looked around, a confused expression on her face. Were they interviewing every single resident of Camp and the city? What a ridiculous job. She shot the employees a pitying look, shaking her head slowly. “I’m attending Camp Jupiter; I’m currently in my fourth year of service in the Third Cohort. My parents wrote me a recommendation letter. Seeing as they live in New Rome with my little sister Julia, I spend as much of my free time as possible helping them out around the house. But I’m a camper, first and foremost.”
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)
Just like that, all her efforts to keep it brief and simple had vanished. She’d never been good at describing her personality, but her background was something she loved to explore and explain, again and again. Many hours had been spent in the library and archives of New Rome, digging up family trees, records and birth certificates.
“Like I said, my father is that one guy from the First. He served the Legion for five years. Then he got bored. Or, well, he actually got the travelling bug, because he went on a road trip to Europe when he was 21 years old. He settled in the Netherlands for a while, where he met my mother, Madelief. Isn’t that pretty? It means ‘daisy’. Anyway. she descends from a long line of traders, all the way back to the Dutch golden age.” Maya looked around nervously, because the golden age wasn’t exactly that golden for a lot of people. But they didn’t seem to notice her fiddling or general nervosity, so she calmed down. She was all good for now. “One of her ancestors, well, our ancestors I guess, had a slip-up with Juventas, but since she’s a minor goddess and there was no camp for demigods in Europe, they weren’t really that bothered by monsters, I guess. I haven’t figured out that part yet. They survived and their children did too, and a good amount of merchants and stuck-up aristocracy later, here I am. My mom was supposed to marry some rich guy, but when she met my father, I came along and she was shunned and banned from the family or something, for having a child outside of marriage.” Maya waved her hand dismissively. “She married my dad, they had a lovely winter wedding apparently, but they got divorced as soon as the honeymoon phase vanished. Dad travelled around Europe for another while with me, but when the monsters came, we returned to New Rome. I was around seven years old by then. Even though I didn’t go to Lupa’s training at the wolf house, I still insisted on joining the Camp.” She smiled fondly at the memories. “So my dad trained me himself. He preferred that to delivering me into the hand of a vicious she-wolf. Every single day, until I turned sixteen and I got to join the Legion. By then, he’d married my stepmom and and had a child with her, and I was practically begging Saturn to make the clocks turn faster, that’s how excited I was to start. Little did I know that Saturn was the enemy then.” She shrugged, and a semi-nervous chuckle escaped her lips. Even though she didn’t get to help defend the city back then, she was still eager to do so right now, with the mole lurking. “Anyway. Now I’m in my fourth year of service, I belong to a good cohort, we have a dog and a baby back home…. Life is good, and a mole isn’t going to change that. We’ve been training for a reason.”
There was still so much she hadn’t mentioned about herself. How she barely had any powers. How the only special things about her were some sort of complicated heat-detection thing she didn’t know how to use and her being able to freeze liquids, which she hadn’t been able to master. How her cohort mates were still expecting her to figure it out so she’d be a valuable asset to the legion at last. How it had affected her when her Greek half-brother had died. How her appearance and personality changed a little with the seasons, but not drastically, what she liked to do, where she liked to go, who she hung out with. A various amount of little details about her family and its history. But hey, if they didn’t ask, they didn’t care or mind. Right?
What were you doing prior to The Recall?
What a silly question. She was a camper, wasn’t she? She was a soldier, not the best one around, but an adequate and motivated one. What else was she going to do at camp but train? “I’m in the Third Cohort. Didn’t I mention that before?” She had, Maya was very sure of that. “So other than being a decent legionnaire and training my butt off for an inevitable war against this traitor, you mean?” Maya let out a little huff. It was quite unlike her to be so sarcastic, but this interview was feeling a lot like she was being judged for something she wasn’t aware of. “I’m a gardener, I tend to Bacchus’ garden. And I was helping my dad out in New Rome. That’s about it. May I please be excused now?”
