General Information

Full Name
Ronan Greenberry Wycliffe
Meaning of Name
Ronan means little seal
Greenberry means Green Hill
Wycliffe means white cliff
Nicknames
Cliff (shortened version of his last name, often by his teammates)
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Homosexual
Date of Birth
December 20
Age
Twenty
Zodiac
Sagittarius
Nationality
British
Language(s)
English
Russian (Learned)
Hometown
Stockport, Greater Manchester, England
Current Location
Oakhaven, Massachusett
Education
Alexandra Park Primary School (Reception - Year 6 / 4 - 11)
Marple Hall School (Year 7 - Year 11 / 11 - 16)
Cheadle and Marple Sixth Form College (Year 12 - Year 13 / 17 - 18)
Eastwood University (Currently)

Hockey Information
Team
Nottingham Lions Juniors (Youth Team - Formerly)
Eastwood Timberwolves (Currently)
League Level
England Ice Hockey (EIH) Junior Leagues (Formerly)
NCAA Division I (Hockey East Association) (Currently)
Position
Center
Team Position
Captain
Jersey Number
#12
Background
Ronan has always shown a intense interest in hockey, since he was a young kid. His father played in hockey clubs before his passing, and he taught Ronan how to play hockey. As soon as Ronan could at age 5, his parents entered him into the nearby hockey youth club, Nottingham's Lions juniors. Ronan remained there until he graduated Sixth Form College.

Ronan was going to remain in the UK for college and to play hockey. However Eastwood University in Massachusetts' offered him a complete free athletic ride. He did accept, and moved to Massachusetts for college, where he has played as a Timberwolf for two years. He just recently got Captain, going into his third year of college. He has gone to the Olympics, during his second year of college, representing team Great Britain in hockey, where he became popular as one of the youngest players on the team. Team Great Britain did make it to the finals, and barely pulled off a win by a point, but it did skyrocket Ronan and the rest of the team into the spotlight.

Physical Appearance
Ronan stands at a decent 6'0 and weighs around 197 pounds and is considered quite lean and muscular. His build is quite athletic and well-proportioned. He has a solid frame, but is not too bulky. He is built for explosiveness and stamina mostly, with strong shoulders and chest. His forearms are also quite muscular for great grip strength, where he has also developed a powerful core stability for balance. His lower body is powerful, with decently muscular thighs and calves. He is right hair dominant, and can sort of do things with his left.

He has jet black hair that is in a low taper fade style. His hair is slightly curly, with it being short/smooth on the sides and fading near the ears and neck, while there are thick curls left a little longer near the top. He usually attempts to keep it somewhat neat for formal events, but for the most part it remains messy from his helmet and him running a hand through it. He has startling ice blue eyes that can be compared to the color of the winter sky just before snowfall. When he is angry or even trying to intimdate somebody, they are ice cold, a cutting blue like frozen steel. However, whenever he is being soft and happy, they are a gentler blue that brightens and even seems to thaw when he smiles.

Ronan sports an sun-warmed olive skin tone. Furthermore, he seems to be evenly tanned acros his whole body, probably from nude tanning. He most often likes to remain pretty much clean-shaven, however he does sport a very subtle hint of stubble. Like a faint shadow, just enough to add definition to his face. One of his most distinguishing features are his freckles and his dimple. His freckles are hard to see sometimes, and they usually only pop in the sunlight. They are a smattering of light freckles across his cheekbones, and there is a slight dimple in his right cheek when he gives a genuine smile.

He does have his fair of scars from hockey and childhood shenanigans. Such as a thin scar that starts on his jaw and stretches down towards his chin, it is not very long, and on his right side of his face. He also has a shoulder scar that bothers him more. It is a faint, pale, slightly puckered scar over his left shoulder from a previous hockey collision that nearly ended his career. It still twinges sometimes, especially if he overstretches himself. He also has a tattoo, just one, that is a medium size. It is located on his right upper chest, almost near his collarbone. It is phoenix wings that are partially extended with his father's initals just underneath the right wing.

Ronan is always seen wearing a silver necklace that sports a small silver cross on it, which is a family heirloom that he wears as memory to his father and good luck on the ice.

He has a couple of outfits that people can find him in. Such as his on ice appearance, which is one of his most common ones. When he is in uniform, he is in his standard hockey uniform. Which sports shoulder pads, elbow guards, hockey pants, shin guards, gloves, skates, and the jersey. He also has his helmet with the visor, which usually has a few of his curls peeking out from underneath. He often fidgets with his mouthguard a lot, so if he is not in action, it can be seen sticking out of his mouth as he chews on it.

Whenever he is in a casual fit, he prefers jeans and joggers. However he is typically in sports wear since he likes to work out, such as t-shirts or tank tops. However, whenever it gets chilly, he'll pop a hoodie (in neutral colors) on. His go-to shoes are typically sneakers.

Whenever he has a social/formal event to go to such as a social gathering for hockey, he can be found in a dark-colored tailored, slim-fit suit paired with dress shoes. He usually likes to leave the first few buttons of the white dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing a little bit of his chest. If he doesn't have to wear the suit jacket, he takes it off, and his sleeves are usualy rolled up to reveal his forearms. Then finally, he has what people call the gameday fit. Which is what he wears on gamedays before and after he gets into/out of the jersey. It is usually a nice top of some kind (like a button up) that sports the team's color and/or logo. He pairs them with nice jeans or athletic pants and a team hat, which he likes to wear backwards.
Voice
His voice is slightly deep, yet smooth with a tint of richness. He usually remains very calm and authoritative. It lightens when he is teasing or being playful, and gets deathly intimating when he gets angry. His accent is heavy enough to tell he’s from Great Britain, but not so much you cannot understand him. Short, crisp vowels, clear consonants, and a friendly Northern lilt

Personality
On an outward appearance, Ronan is always quite charismatic and composed. As Captain, he usually ends up in interviews, and he has mastered how to stay calm and collected during them. Although the paparazzi and media often try to rattle him during interviews or even public appearances, it is almost impossible to do. He is typically polished and professional, keeping his responses thoughtful and careful without opening up. He can be slightly playful and witty, as he knows how to entertain, amuse, and charm. The media considers him the ideal athlete, mostly humble and kind, but a little bit on the cocky side.

His team typically sees that same side of him that he shows the media. However, they do get a little bit more of Ronan's real personality. He is fiercely loyal to his team and even quite protective of them. While he is not the bestest of friends with everybody on his team, he gets along well enough with them. He still doesn't open up very much and there is only a couple of people on the team that can claim that they are close friends with Ronan. He kind of just likes to keep to himself if he can. However, he is a fantastic Captain. He encourages everybody on his team, makes sure that everybody is doing good. He can get a little stern and strict during practices and games, but always does his best to go back, slow down, and help if there was a mess up.

He does have a much more vulnerable side. He is undoubtly loyal to a fault and incredibly protective, going as far as even starting (or finishing) a fight on ice for his teammates. This more vulnerable side of him is much more playful and teasing and is more likely to be emotional open. Although he still struggles to open up, he'll express himself much better. His rare smiles become more common and much more genuine, and so does his laughter.

Furthermore he is a very resilient and persistent person. He isn't somebody who backs down easy, not even the career threatening injury he took to his shoulder. Ronan is also quite intelligent and a strategic, making him a quick thinker on the ice. He is also a very observant person on and off the ice, but that is because he is a quiet person, he just kind of watches. His instincts and reflexives are highly developed which is very beneifical for hockey.
Weaknesses/Flaws
Ronan is a terrible overthinker, especially when it comes to hockey, and even more so as Captain. He worries that he is not living up to the Captain role and wonders on a daily if he even deserves to be Captain. Furthermore, he has a bad habit of keeping things to him self and just bottle it up. It is hard for him to open up emotional. For example, he tells anybody who asks, that he is happy that his father is no longer in pain. However, in reality, his father's death crushed him, and he never properly/healthly dealt with it.

Anxiety is also a big flaw of his, as it leads to him getting incredibly antsy and even tempermental. His old injury bothers him more often than he likes to admit, and anytime the same situation (that led to the incident) starts to arise, it freaks him out and the anxiety can make him balk or freeze. Although it is brief and hard to see, sometimes it is just enough to mess with Ronan. Usually, he tries to cope by fidgeting, a lot, usually with his hands or his mouthguard. He also becomes much more tenser and aggressive on the ice. This also ties into his isolation, since he struggles opening up emotional, he just kind of isolates himself. If things start to get to much (if he can), he usually just isolates himself.

He also has a decently bad physical limitation, which is his old shoulder injury. It healed and he went to PT, but sometimes he can overextend it which causes a powerful flash of pain that causes him to miss shots or passes. Sometimes it is so bad, he can't move it.
Fears/Insecurities/Mental Health
Ronan is deeply afraid of losing people due to the unexpected passing of his father and the fact he rarely gets to see his mother anymore. So, he avoids the risk by avoiding emotional connections. He will make friends and be friendly and playful with his teammates, but he still keeps them at a certain distance.

He is also afraid of injuries and becoming unable to play hockey. Hockey is his life, he loves it so much. It was something that he and his father loved to do together, and he is good at it. It is the only thing he's ever been certain about, so he fears that one day he will become unable to play anymore.
Strengths
Ronan has incredible mental resilience. Even though he has all these fears, stress, and anxiety, he pushes himself past it as hard as he can. It is not a good coping method, but he handles pressure and criticism well, and it is incredibly hard to unnerve him. He deals with his stress and anxiety by pushing it as far back as he can, and giving it all he can.

He is a phenomenal strategic thinker with expectional awareness on and off the ice. This is one of his greatest strengths on the ice, along with making quick decisions on the ice for his team. He also has very good leadership skills and is an incredible motivator, and even though he is closed off, he knows the perfect things to say to help soothe, reassure, and motivate his teammates.

He also has an incredible build and physical skills. He was built to be a center, and he does it phenomenally. He also works hard to remain in shape, and he spends a lot of his free time on the ice to hone and build his skills. He knows there is always room to improve and continues to strive for growth.
Relationships
Connor Wycliffe
Father. Dead. He and Ronan were incredibly close, his father was the one who taught him to play hockey. The unexpected death of his father hit him hard.
Amelia Wycliffe
Mother. Alive. She and Ronan are incredibly close, and unfortunately they do not get to see each other very often. Typically once a year during the off-season. Making it harder on both of them whenever his father passed
Blake Austin
Best Friend. Alive. Blake is also a junior, and is not only Ronan's best friend but his teammate and lives with Ronan and Tucker in a nice three bed/three and a half bath townhouse about ten minutes away from campus. Blake, Ronan, and Tucker became close friends in camp before they even officially started college, and have been best friends ever since. Especially since they are all on the same line.
Tucker Callahan
Best Friend. Alive. Also a junior, Ronan's teammate and roommate (with Blake). Like Blake, he is quite close to Ronan. The three are never far from each other (maybe except for classes), and are a powerhouse when on the same line as each other.

Name:

Beau Rockwell

“Rocky”

Age:

21

Gender:

Male

Birthday:

October 11th

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Year:

Junior

Position:

Left Wing

Jersey Number:

#3

Appearance:

Beau stands at 6’1 in height, weighing just over 200 pounds. He has an athletic build, with wide shoulders and long legs. Extensive training and weightlifting has toned his muscles, although his body still holds softness in places.

His hair is a soft coffee brown, just long enough to get into his eyes and brush the tops of his ears without looking unkempt. It falls in loose curls that usually go wherever they please unless he actually takes time to style it (he doesn’t). His eyes are a deep hazel, a thick ring of green around the outside of his iris that fades into a deep brown near his pupil.

His skin is light, usually tanned during the summer from the time he spends outside. His left arm has a full sleeve of tattoos, mostly thanks to the one impulsive tattoo he got on his forearm as soon as he turned eighteen. It didn’t take him long to realize that he very much liked them, and then proceeded to fill his entire arm. He also has a tattoo on his back, between his shoulder blades. A snake coiled around a sword. It was one of his first tattoos,one that he had gotten before his frontal lobe was fully developed. Was it a little cheesy? Yes. Was it still mildly badass? Also yes. Beau prefers to keep his face completely devoid of a beard or mustache. Not because he can’t grow one, but because when he tries he wants to crawl out of his skin from how much it itches. He simply can’t stand the feeling of having hair on his face, so he avoids trying all together. The beard ages him anyway.

When he’s not on the ice or at some sort of social event, Beau can almost exclusively be found wearing whatever he swiped off the floor of his dormitory that morning. Somehow he swipes clothes from the floor and is able to turn it into a decent looking outfit. Usually it’s some loose fitting jeans and a t-shirt or a jacket, but somehow he still manages to look like he has style. Except he doesn’t. He just grabs whatever he thinks will look mostly presentable and throws it on with some hopes and prayers.

When Beau has to attend a formal event, he has to force himself into a suit. He hates every second of it, but he does it anyway. Usually as soon as the formalities are over, the tie is loosened and the jacket comes off. During some of the wilder events, the shirt comes off too. Usually if alcohol is involved. Some days he can’t be bothered to try with his wardrobe at all, opting for a sweatshirt and joggers.

Personality:

Beau is most well known as the hothead of the team. He’s not angry necessarily, he just feels his emotions…strongly. If you ask him, there is a difference. Beau has always felt every emotion deeply, even when he was a child. Every media encounter is a nightmare, since he speaks without a filter at all times. Lots have begun to wonder if he ever had one in the first place. He will tell you how it is, all the time. There’s not beating around the bush or sparing feelings with Beau.

His temper is both a strength and a weakness on the ice. His anger fuels him, pushes him to be better, move faster, think harder. It also results in lots of time in the penalty box. He is notorious for starting fights, and is even known for getting into arguments with his teammates occasionally. The media has lovingly dubbed him the bad boy of the team, the one who can’t seem to keep his actions or his mouth in line. He doesn’t necessarily mean too, but push comes to shove and before you know it, he’s punched someone.

Despite his quickness to anger, Beau is relatively mellow. He isn’t very fond of conversation with people he doesn’t know, another reason why he despises anything to do with the media. How could anyone enjoy being surrounded by strangers who are shouting at you and shoving microphones in your face? When he is with his teammates he keeps up with the conversation and jokes, but he doesn’t go out of his way to make himself noticed or heard. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said when alcohol is involved. That introduces a completely different side of Beau that he usually regrets the next day.

Beau is rather untrustworthy of people he doesn’t know or doesn’t know well, so being a friend of his is a rare thing. Sure, he gets along with everyone on his team (mostly), but few can actually call themselves his friends. Most of the team doesn’t know much about him, just that he’s easy to piss off and also always down for a good time. Media events? No way. But a party with his team? Who could resist?

If you get close enough to Beau and dig deep enough to get past his tough exterior, he really is a sweet guy. He just isn’t sure how to show it without the entire world laughing at him. He came to Eastwood with his entire personality locked in a box, and it didn’t take long for him to create a new one to disguise it. Now that he’s been here for three years, he isn’t sure how to actually be himself without looking fake.

Beau isn’t necessarily that sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to academics. But Eastwood wanted him for his hockey skills, not his academic excellence. He tries to keep up with his classes as best as he can, but he doesn’t excel by any means. Where his brain really thrives is on the ice. The strategy and anticipation needed feels right, he’s good at it. He might not have a 4.0 GPA, but he knows his way around the ice.

Backstory:

Beau was never extremely close with any of his family. Unlike many of the kids that go to Eastwood, he didn’t come from money. His family wasn’t poor, but they weren’t well off either. His parents were distant. The type of parents that probably hadn’t wanted children, but got them anyway. His father was almost always working, and when he was home, he felt more like a ghost. His mother tried, she really did. But with three kids to feed and a full time job to work, that didn’t leave much time for family bonding.

Beau was never attached to either of them. His older brother practically raised him and his younger sister, but the three of them usually argued more than they got along. The Rockwell house was quiet and tense, housing a disjointed family that didn’t seem like a family at all.

When Beau was seven, he discovered hockey. He learned quickly that he liked it. Learned even more quickly that he was good. After that, everything was about hockey. It was the one thing he had that truly belonged to him, the thing he could do to escape the quiet house. He loved it, even when his family never bothered to show up to a game, he loved it more than anything.

He set his sights on Eastwood when he was ten. Beau knew you only went to Eastwood if you were rich, or really good. He opted for really good. After that, hockey was his life. He ate, slept and breathed hockey. Beau trained constantly, rigorously, always aiming for the top, and when he reached it, he aimed higher. He got offers from many different colleges, but none of them mattered because they weren’t Eastwood. Finally, Eastwood offered him a scholarship. He cried when he read the letter, and by the time the next semester came around, he had moved into his dormitory. He found quickly that he didn’t miss his family.

Beau tried not to feel like he didn’t belong, but it was difficult sometimes. It was obvious many of the kids in attendance came from money, that their parents were sending weekly allowances straight to their bank accounts. Beau didn’t have that. While some of his teammates could afford going out for every meal, he often ate from the cafeteria so he didn’t have to spend any of the money he had saved from his job in high school. The first few months were hard, but once he made a few friends, it was easier to pretend that he belonged here, that he was one of them.

Relationships:

Arthur Rockwell:

Father, alive. Hardly speaks to him anymore and barely knows him. Doesn’t particularly care to know him.

Lizzie Rockwell:

Mother, alive. The same as his father, although he’s always had a soft spot for her.

Cole Rockwell:

Older brother, alive. Hasn’t spoken to him since he left for college. Beau thinks he might be married now, but he’s not sure.

Rose Rockwell:

Younger sister, alive. Hasn’t spoken to her for about a year. Keeps hoping that she might reach out someday.

Sebastian Vale:

Roommate and best friend, alive. Also a junior. Beau and Sebastian bonded quickly, and have been best friends since. Sebastian is the closest friend Beau has had in his entire life, and he isn’t sure what he would do without him. The two compliment each other well, and Sebastian is relatively well known among the team because of how often he accompanies Beau to different places.

Other:

No idea why he took so long to make :,)

At Ronan’s instruction, Beau and Sebastian split up with Mason Rourke, one of Beau’s closer friends on the team and the resident party animal. Mason seemed to know everyone, and everyone seemed to know Mason. Usually Beau never got along with such outgoing people, but it was hard not to like Rourke. The three were in the middle of some drills, lax enough to hold a conversation without loosing what little focus they had.

“So,” Mason said in the middle of a pass to Sebastian, “you two coming to my place tonight? We’re having a little get-together with the team.”

Mason was almost always having parties or celebrations, since he lived in a apartment off campus, the entire team had pretty much decided that his place was home base. The perks of having rich parents, right?

Beau glanced at Sebastian, mulling over his answer. The semester had started a few weeks ago, but he was already up to his eyeballs in assignments. The logical thing to do would be to stay home and get some work done, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of a little hang out with the team before the season started up. The school year was just starting, he had next semester to be responsible.

“I’m down,” Beau replied, “Sebastian?”

His friend nodded, although he never needed much convincing to escape the dorms, “I’ll be there.”

“It’s just the rest of the team?” Beau asked.

Mason nodded, “Yeah. I didn’t invite any of the rookies, since we haven’t got a chance to know them yet. Kind of wanted a chill night with all of us before the newbies get thrown in.”

Sebastian opened his mouth like he was going to say something before the captain’s voice echoed across the ice. Beau barely refrained from rolling his eyes as he and the others skated over. Despite the interruption, he was excited for some scrimmaging.

He skated over just as they were talking about what kind of punishment Coach would have for them if they interrupted. The mere thought made him queasy. No one interrupted Whitmore for anything unless someone was bleeding, dying, or dead.

“I hope you guys aren’t serious. We haven’t even had one official practice yet, and I don’t have a death wish.” Beau chimed in, his tone light. The funny thing was that he wasn’t joking.

After the joke passed he spoke up again, itching to play some actual hockey, “What are the teams?”

(ugh, short post. Brain is sleep deprived and has forgotten how to write :,)

Beau had been wide awake since five that morning. He never slept well the night before a game, especially not before the first game of the season.

He was stretching with Sebastian, blood already racing with adrenaline. Of course he was excited, but he was also nervous. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. This was the first game of his junior year. The press would be watching the team’s every move, and on top of that, Whitmore had switched up the lines, putting him with Ronan and Tucker and switching Austin to second line. Beau wasn’t necessarily mad about it, but he was certainly less than thrilled. He enjoyed being on the same line with Sebastian, and even if he understood the coach’s reasons for switching the lines, he was not looking forward to being on the same line as Wycliffe. Tucker wasn’t any better, since it was pretty obvious how close the two were to each other.

Sebastian spoke up then, “Ready for this?”

Beau looked up at his friend, stretching out his calves, “Yeah. Just have to hope that Whitty's line changes don't fuck up the entire game.”

“I think it'll be fine. Practices have been going okay. You and Ronan just need to learn to…work together.” Sebastian said carefully.

“Tell that to the captain. I've been working my ass off, he's the one that doesn't want to share.” Beau argued.

Sebastian gave him a warning look, “Save the anger for the ice, Rocky. We definitely won’t win if you and Wycliffe are at each other’s throats the whole time.”

Beau rolled his eyes, knowing that Sebastian was right but not wanting to admit it, “Yeah, I know. I’m not going to start anything. Not with Ronan at least.”

“Just don’t get too carried away. Whitty will loose his shit if you start a fight during the first game.” Sebastian warned.

Soon after, Whitmore calls for Beau’s line to start warm up drills. He rolls his shoulders as he skates over, trying to dispel the last of his nervous energy before the game.

Beau skated to the right of Tucker, watching as Gallagher raced up behind him. Tucker fired the puck at Beau at the last second, barely missing Gallagher’s stick. The puck skidded across the ice, and Beau had to surge forward to attempt to grab it. The puck slid past the end of his stick, barely missing it. In the blink of an eye, Carlisle had intercepted the puck. A rookie mistake. The types of mistakes he couldn’t afford to make this year, or at all.

He tried to block out Whitmore’s booming voice as he scolded Beau for the missed pass, still trying to get his head in the game when they go back to the bench. The game was minutes away from starting, and suddenly Beau felt very unprepared.