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Bishop ; Richard ; Human
Name: Richard Bishop
Nickname: Ricky, Bishop (preferred)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Meister
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: N/A
A Strong Body
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Appearance: The first thing people notice about Bishop is his imposing size, he generally towers over his fellow students. Additionally he has a large, wide muscular build from years of training that adds to the size difference. With muscles that are well toned it isn't hard to guess the level of strength training Bishop has gone through. His hair is kept at shoulder length, formed into thick brown dreadlocks that are normally held back with a bandanna or head band. The dreadlocks are pulled back into a pony tail for training and formal events. He holds himself with an air of unspoken confidence, very sure in his movements. This along with his stature gives him a the appearance of a sentinel, looking over the people around him.
Bishop tends to favor earthy tones, often wearing various shades of green, brown and white. During normal school hours he wears a green bandanna over his hair, a plain white t-shirt and baggie jeans. While on missions he wears a black uniform with a white headband in his hair, more often than not he will wear a regular pair of tennis shoes. At formal events Bishop enjoys getting dressed up and tends to go all out. A three piece fitted white suit with a black tie is his favorite fancy get-up. This suit is augmented with gold cuff links, a gold tie clip and black handkerchief folded in the pocket to match the tie.
A fan of piercings Bishop has both lobes slightly gauged, a lip ring and a tongue ring. It isn't uncommon for him to be wearing a large pair of red head phones playing music so loud the people around him can hear the heavy metal vibes coming from them.
Height: 6' 4”
Weight: 205 lbs
Fighting Style: Boxing has was the focal point of Bishops studies before coming to the academy. Having spent the majority of his childhood around a gym with his father he picked up on the sport quickly. Bishops father taught him several different styles of boxing, swarming and out-boxing. But by far his specialty is brawling. Using his size and reach to his advantage he moves quickly and pushes to aim as many blows as he can as hard as he can. While fighting Bishop dances on his toes, hands up in a generic boxing fighting stance. Years of sparring has honed his reflexes and abilities to dodge a punch. It the boxing community he would be referred to as a south paw, favoring his left hand while in the ring.
Personality: Outside of the ring Bishop is a gentle giant. He is a kind soul who shows respect to anyone without hesitation. Quick to help anyone he is normally the first to jump forward when someone needs help whether it's something big or small. There isn't a time of day where he isn't looking for some way he can lend a hand in other's lives. He carries a good nature about him. Loving to laugh and enjoying the company of those around him should they be kindred spirits. He makes a habit of suggesting movies he believes people would like though few can level with his taste.
Bishop is a mild neat freak, always keeping his apartment and belongings neat and organized. In his mind it is good discipline to keep one's things nice, and good discipline is the trait of a good boxer. This also ties into his obsession with keeping his home cobweb free. He has full fledged arachnophobia, the very site of a spider will make the large man want to turn tail and run.
A humble man, Bishop doesn't like to boast much about his achievements. He likes to let his results speak for themselves. Aside from battle he likes to appear normal, often playing off his hearing loss though mishearing those around him and responding incorrectly. This may appear as him being daft or not paying attention but half the time he has no idea he's doing it.
One thing Bishop will not ignore is bullies. He makes a habit of standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves. Being teased as a child has made a soft spot in his heart for those who fall victim to such cruel acts. He see's it as his own personal duty to protect those who can't protect themselves. This has earned him a reputation as a guardian for the weak that he takes great pride in.
When it comes to fighting and training you will never see this guy slacking. Years of training has taught him to take all attempts at improvement seriously. Bishop works hard at learning any new fighting style or technique he can get his hands on, this has continued over into his work as a meister. There is nothing he loves more than to push himself past his limits and often encourages those around him to do the same.
Inside the Soul
Abilities: Soul Purge: Bishop has shown a natural affinity to the Soul Purge technique. By focusing his soul wavelength Bishop can deliver a devastating punch. This is generally released with his famous south paw hook and is capable of knocking the victim off their feet while delivering a nasty shock. He has spent much time perfecting this technique, using it as his trump card in many hand to hand fights.
Bishop's Soul: Bishops soul takes on a light green hue with long dreads that cover all but the face.
Resonances:N/A
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
-Physically fit and built
-Strategic
-High Endurance
Weaknesses:
-Lacks agility
-Poor hearing
-Psychologically Weak
Hobbies:
-Filmography
-Listening to loud metal music
-Training/Weight Lifting
-Jogging
Likes:
-Working up a sweat
-Heavy Metal
-Watching cheesy old movies
-Helping others
-Beating up bullies
-Microwave burritos
Dislikes:
-Being made to look weak
-People pointing out his hearing loss
-Others being afraid of him
-Not being able to keep something safe
Aspirations: As a child Bishop wanted to grow up to be a prized boxer like his father was. However, since joining Shibusen he has taken a liking to being a meister and wants to become a three star meister like his mother was. There is still a part of him that would like to gain a boxing title.
History: Bishop was born in New York City, the city of sloppy makeouts. The only son to a former Heavy Weight boxing champion and his wife his parent's didn't know what to expect. There were complications that had come to cause his mother's death during child birth. While Bishops father was saddened by this the two had always known it would be a possibility, so he did his best to push past it and not let it dwell on his son. Bishop himself was healthy, save a nasty ear infection. After years of seeing specialists as a baby and toddler it eventually lead to the permanent partial hearing loss in both ears.
As he reached school age Bishop had to wear bulky hearing aids in order to hear properly. While he was young he was much smaller in stature, this combined with his hearing aids made him the target for bullies. Having been pushed around too much Bishop ran to his father crying for help, his father responded the only way he could think to: teaching the boy to box.
At first the sport seemed tedious to Bishop, more like homework than anything. But as he reached puberty early, growing rapidly and muscles hardening with the hard work, he began to take a liking to the sport. Before long he began to gain height on the bullies who enjoyed pushing him around. This gave him a whole new edge, rather than pushing around those who once instigated him Bishop took to protecting the other students who were pushed around.
As the young boxer reached the age of 13 he was preparing to enter in a tournament, training his heart out like his father had thought him. During a sparring match with his father he swung with a heavy left hook only to get an unexpected result. Subconsciously he had unleashed a Soul Purge technique, knocking his father clear from the boxing ring. Only then had his father seen fit to reveal the history of Bishop's mother. She had been a renowned meister, many years retired before the boy had been born. Bishop had been shocked by the news but took it upon himself as a new goal. Reaching out through his mothers old contacts in Shibusen to register as a student.
Extra Notes: Bishop suffers from a significant hearing loss. Unless you speak loudly chances are he will mishear you.
Behind the strings
Alias: Ego
Other characters: None...yet
Face Claim: Bob Makihara from Tenjho Tenge
RP Sample:
Thud...thud...thud...BOOM!
Thud...thud...thud...BOOM!
The familiar rhythm rocked through Bishops trained body. The muscle performed the familiar act of beating his fists against the sand bag strictly on memory. Jab, jab, jab. Hook! His large fist pounded into the punching bag once more. He always liked to get to his work out after classes. It gave his mind time to wander and contemplate while his body went through the motions on auto pilot. The loud music helped clear the ringing in his ears. A pesky side effect of his hearing loss. Heavy metal was his preferred choice when it came to clearing his head.
Thud...thud...
The rhythm came to a halt as the music was cut short. Snapping his head towards the boom box.
"Boy, I don't know how you listen to that crap." The faint gruff voice caught his attention as it always did. His father, the tall well built man was an imposing figure. Ripped muscles a busted face and a cauliflower ear shone like battle scars and badges to past fights. Bishop stood straight, flexing and stretching his muscles as he did so.
"I wasn't setting a trap Pop. You know I like my music when I'm training."He thought he had gotten the basic idea of what his father said. It was hard to tell some times but he preferred it over those bulky hearing aids. Looking away from his father he began peeling off the layers of tape he had wrapped around his knuckles. Bishop's father crossed the room and spoke louder when he spoke again. Making sure his son could hear him this time.
"Got into another fight at school today I hear." The old boxer came to sit on a stack of padded mats next to Bishop. "I didn't teach you how to box so you can pick on others. Just because they picked on y-..."
"That was different." Bishop defended himself before his father could finish the sentence. "They we're beating on this little kid. They had it coming." The large boy continued working on his wraps. There was nothing he could have done about it. The second he heard the kid crying out for help he just reacted. Before he knew it the bully was laid out in front of him. Sprawled in a state of shock. It was a good minute before his father responded, the silence brought back the familiar ringing that he spent most of his time listening to.
"Can't say I don't agree with you son...but they don't want you to come back. Your expelled." The news sunk in for a second. He had never really liked that school. Especially since the day he first discovered that ability and his father told him who his mother really was.
"What about the school Mom went to?"
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