Post by Raphael Bishop on Jul 19, 2020 18:11:44 GMT -5
. Well the taller they s t a n d .
.: Well the h a r d e r they fall :.
.: Well the h a r d e r they fall :.
FULL NAME :: Raphael Bishop
BIRTH DATE :: 13th February
AGE :: Thirty
HEIGHT :: 6'3''
WEIGHT :: 170Ibs
EYE COLOR :: Bluish hazel
AIR COLOR :: Light, dusty brown
HOMELAND :: Aralore
MARITAL STATUS :: Unattached and prefers it this way
FAMILY TIES :: Father | Deceased || Mother | --- Bishop || Older brother | Deceased || Younger brother | Deceased || Uncle | --- Surname (nee Bishop)
CHILDREN :: None that he knows of.
TITLES :: Captain Bishop
OCCUPATION :: Captain of the Rangers
MARKINGS :: Of average height and build, Raphael keeps himself in good shape through training. However he has slacked in his training as of late, and his metabolism is not as quick as it once was. so those who knew him three or four years ago may consider him to be 'getting soft' around the middle somewhat. This aside, Raphael is still every bit the image of a capable soldier.
LIKES :: Whisky, the feel of dirt beneath his boots, the smell of the forest after rainfall, a soft bed after a long day, women who speak their mind, money, long rides for no reason, camping, and tobacco.
DISLIKES :: Men who take advantage of women, orders he deems stupid, politicians meddling in military affairs, cats, numbers, reading (it takes too long for it to be even remotely relaxing), and being cold.
GRAMARYE :: None.
. . : Look to the h e a v e n s : . .
.: Y o u can look to the skies :.
. You can f i n d r e d e m p t i o n .
PERSONALITY :: Gruff and standoffish, approachable is not a word many would use to describe Raphael Bishop. He is protective in nature, particularly of the vulnerable, but he is not the most emotionally mature of men- and this concern often escapes from him in the form of scolding.
HISTORY :: Raph was seventeen before he felt true loss. His childhood was fine, standard by anyone’s standards. His parents’ marriage was strong, and the couple loved each other and their four children with each and every fibre of their being. Living on a small farm, they kept a couple of horses and dogs, but the farm was as much of a home as a working environment. Raph’s father was part of the infantry, a captain, and the family missed him when he was away- it made them all appreciate the time they did get to spend together when he was with them rather than his men. It was idyllic, it was quaint, but most importantly: it was home.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
The teenage years brought rebellion: the teenage years saw Raphael spending hours riding to nowhere in particular; saw him climbing through whichever girl he was seeing at the time’s window, and just generally doing his utmost to upset his parents. They weren’t too concerned though, for his older brother had been through the same phase and he had grown out of it, and so would Raph. But then came the incident, an ambush as the family (Raph excluded) role home from a visiting their cousins in the capital. At least casualties, Raph’s father, his two brothers, and His mother and sister miraculously survived, though her injuries left his mother unable to walk without crutches or a cane. She managed, she battled through with all the grace anyone expected her to. As much as her heart had shattered that day, Marie held it together for the sake of her two remaining children.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
Raph didn’t. He fell apart inside and out, and even today he hasn’t fully recovered. The aimless rides to nowhere, he stopped courting and started to sleep around… burying his pain in sweat and forged intimacy. At nineteen, he joined the military, wishing to follow in his father’s footsteps and claim control over his life once again.
A man can die but once
And for a while it helped, he rose up the ranks to become a captain like his father, but the more time he spent on the out on patrol or in training: the more disillusioned Raph became. He wasn’t helping anyone, he came to realise, he was just working day to day with as little effort and care as humanly possible.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
That was the precise moment when he changed. When bribes didn’t seem quite so off the table, when connections with the underground bred better rewards than honour ever could. He grew disinterested in the job itself, but intrigued by what the position could allow him to do.
I am one who loved not wisely but too well
Now, Raph has a reputation as a noble figure amongst the rangers… though he also has a reputation of being ill tempered and difficult to speak to. Beneath all the bitterness and gruff nature, there’s still kindness if not a heart of gold.
FACTS ::
HISTORY :: Raph was seventeen before he felt true loss. His childhood was fine, standard by anyone’s standards. His parents’ marriage was strong, and the couple loved each other and their four children with each and every fibre of their being. Living on a small farm, they kept a couple of horses and dogs, but the farm was as much of a home as a working environment. Raph’s father was part of the infantry, a captain, and the family missed him when he was away- it made them all appreciate the time they did get to spend together when he was with them rather than his men. It was idyllic, it was quaint, but most importantly: it was home.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows
The teenage years brought rebellion: the teenage years saw Raphael spending hours riding to nowhere in particular; saw him climbing through whichever girl he was seeing at the time’s window, and just generally doing his utmost to upset his parents. They weren’t too concerned though, for his older brother had been through the same phase and he had grown out of it, and so would Raph. But then came the incident, an ambush as the family (Raph excluded) role home from a visiting their cousins in the capital. At least casualties, Raph’s father, his two brothers, and His mother and sister miraculously survived, though her injuries left his mother unable to walk without crutches or a cane. She managed, she battled through with all the grace anyone expected her to. As much as her heart had shattered that day, Marie held it together for the sake of her two remaining children.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
Raph didn’t. He fell apart inside and out, and even today he hasn’t fully recovered. The aimless rides to nowhere, he stopped courting and started to sleep around… burying his pain in sweat and forged intimacy. At nineteen, he joined the military, wishing to follow in his father’s footsteps and claim control over his life once again.
A man can die but once
And for a while it helped, he rose up the ranks to become a captain like his father, but the more time he spent on the out on patrol or in training: the more disillusioned Raph became. He wasn’t helping anyone, he came to realise, he was just working day to day with as little effort and care as humanly possible.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
That was the precise moment when he changed. When bribes didn’t seem quite so off the table, when connections with the underground bred better rewards than honour ever could. He grew disinterested in the job itself, but intrigued by what the position could allow him to do.
I am one who loved not wisely but too well
Now, Raph has a reputation as a noble figure amongst the rangers… though he also has a reputation of being ill tempered and difficult to speak to. Beneath all the bitterness and gruff nature, there’s still kindness if not a heart of gold.
FACTS ::
- Hates his brother in law and knows his sister can do better.
- Has a soft spot for 'damsels in distress'.
- Overprotective in general.
- The gruff thing is 97% an act.
- Blames himself for what happened to his family, thinks that he should have been there and that things would have been different if they had.
. . : This never ending story, paid for with p r i d e and f a t e : . .
.:We all f a l l short of glory:.
. Lost in o u r s e l v e s .
