Post by Shane Bishop on Sept 3, 2007 14:15:16 GMT -5
{ BISHOP, C, SHANE.[/color][/size]
GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Jordan
Your Age: 16
How You Found Us: Magic! Or a board on Neopets... Magic!
Other Characters?: None, hopefully Shaney here?
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Shane Chastin Bishop
Nicknames: Shaney >.>'' Never say that to him, never
Age: Sixteen candles, baby
Birthday: December 31
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unsure.
You Are A: Runaway
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Amber brown, consisting of golden lines mixed in with chocolate hues.
Hair Color: Some kind of rusty brown. How the hell would he know? He's not a ginger though, don't say he's a damn ginger. It makes him angry.
Skin Tone: Pale, rather ill looking most of the time.
Body Build: Slender, bony.
Height & Weight: Short and small. Shane hasn't grown an inch since he turned 13, back when that incredible 'growth spurt' happened. Applaud him for reaching a mere five feet and five inches in height. Weight? Pathetic, he should be dead. Cocaine has rendered his body to only be a small vessel for bones and organs, and incredible weight loss has taken Shane down to barely 110 pounds. Food makes him sick and he thinks he's a little veg head (a nice turkey drumstick being the exception), then in addition all he drinks is apple juice or water. How the hell will he get that weight back up?
Other: Shane has the look of a battered up doll that hasn't seen proper care in years. Bags under his eyes signify lack of sleep in who knows how long, yet still he's the boy in the corner alwasy keeping an eye on you. The only peircings he has are a nice set of hips done, though Shane doesn't even remember when the hell that happened. He could have been handsome if it weren't for the nights spent trying to get hooked on crack, could have been gorgeous if he took care of himself and gave life a chance, but obviously it didn't happen. A broken beauty is all he has left, a screwed up, distorted sense of beauty.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Janice A. Louise Bishop
Fathers Name: Ronald K. Bishop
Siblings: None
Family History: The woman was happy at first, happy beyond words, description. The feeling was estacic. The man did it for her, a passion dwelling so deep in the marrow of his bones not even Chuck Norris could work it out. They came from different families, one a broken down trailer in a beaten over park then the other in a rich neighborhood were money wasn't an issue. The girl had nothing, the man gave her everything. A year after high school they eloped and tied the knot, where there their new life began.
College for the man wasn't a problem. He worked on getting the highest degrees to become sussessful and make it big. A year later the couple had a son, and after that things turned around. The child seemed like a curse for the woman. She was too young, too inexperianced, her family was gone and the man was too busy. She took a turn for the worse in getting into evil habits, the devil by her side each night as she took her troubles away with a joint and a line. The man had no idea, no perception at all judging by the merry laughter of both wife and son over phone calls. The woman got addicted quick, however, until one night she was found dead in her home, cocaine poured on the floor and a screaming child only wanting a bottle of milk.
The crime scene was a mess. Child services had the boy taken away and sent where no harm could be done. Who would've known it would mess the kid up so bad, but that's another story. The man, the father was left with nothing but a small memory of his true love, not a crack addicted whore found in a body bag. He had his mind set, he'd get his son back, the part of his wife that was still living. He went back to school, fought the feelings of hate, became a lawyer, eleven years after the fateful accident acquiring his goal. The man had a family again, but he lost it just as fast.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
<3 Drugs
<3Sex
<3Girls?
<3Boys?
<3Turkey
<3Bubble baths
<3People playing with his hair
<3Cuddling, kissing, affection in general
<3People like him
<3Idiots
<3Pushovers
<3Spiderman
<3Anyone who will listen to him
</3The word 'no'
</3Giving advice
</3Families
</3People who think they're better than him
</3Feeling inferior
</3Being alone
</3Girls named Betty
</3Wise-asses
</3Old men
</3You most likely
</3Most meats
</3Most drinks
</3Exercise
Fears & Habits:
Shane's main fear is getting too close to someone. He likes to be a whiney little bitch to keep people far away, even if he always needs someone to be around him. He's scared of becoming too attached like he was when he was younger. He's scared of growing up, terrified of growing old.
Habits would include his nervous twiches that happen constantly. He can't sit still for more than two minues, and he's always looking around. At night or when he's alone he needs to sing to himself for comfort, some can find it annoying for when he gets scared he'll sing louder before freaking out.
Addictions: Cocaine. He needs it, he craves it, he'll do anything for it. He also has a cleanliness fetish at times. If you look dirty, he will scrub you until you're clean
Personality:
There isn't any set word to sum Shane Bishop up in whole. He's confusing, arrogant, and half the time he won't even realize it. Past history with family and 'friends' have sculpted the boy into a numb, hollow shell to most, and even when you have 'touched' his soul, enlightened his mind, you can bet that he'll forget about you after a week. Shane isn't nice, the innocent boy he used to be, tryed to be was lost back when he turned fourteen, and lord has two years done a lot. He won't give pity, comfort, he won't tell you what's right and what's wrong. The kid is a screw ball with no set purpose in life. Shane changes colors like a mood ring, he'll be kind and loving one second or pissy and rude the next. The teenager is constantly paranoid, always watching his back and sometimes even others. The mind is a terrible thing to waste, but in Shane's case loosing some creativity would be a good thing. He hallucinates constantly and fantasizes way too much, a day when he's normal would be the day the world would come to an end. Anger managment would be a good suggestion for him, the smallest things could send him into a full raged tantrum on the floor or attacking whoever he happens to be mad at. Shane is always demanding no matter what, a good thing being he's not capable of half the damage he would like to do. All I can say is to watch yourself when you're around him, there's no telling what he'll try pulling off.
Personal Character History: He wasn't going to remember his mom and dad after only a year of being with them. Blurred images, unsure dreams of what it might have been like were all he had to live off of. No one would tell Shane about his mother or father, and no one would even say how he ended up at St. Riddle. Imagination took part and he started to think he was a child of the school, of the building itself. Everyone became his family despite their messed up pasts. The child grew to be kind and caring, confused all the time but nonetheless satisfied with his life. It lasted for nine years until a man showed up at the main enterance of the school. A demon, a stranger, a man Shane, by now, wanted nothing to do with. His father.
A bitter dislike was there from the start. Shane pleaded, begged, cryed at the time to stay in the school. The man's persuasive words and cunning style were of strong mind and spirit, winning the fight to gain custody of his son. Shane's years at his real home proved to be a living hell. After learning of his mother's death he wanted to die himself. He had enough of it, this wasn't the family his obscured dreams were offering.
The boy put up with it all until he was fourteen, at school meeting with 'friends', using birthday money to buy possibly the worst and best gift in his life, cocaine. It was to spite his dad, to make the man suffer. Selfish thoughts threw the kid into a world of hate and depression, about ready to take the same path as his mother did until he thought of a horribly wonderful idea. The dinner was simple and plain as usual, the father hadn't knoticed the changes occuring in his son recently, oblivious again that he was losing his family. Shane's smile was devestating to the mind when the matter was brought up, the answer being disbelief. The next morning Shane's father found the bag of white powder by his nightstand.
Shane was gone by then.
He booked it out of that house, running like hell to come back to his real family. The boy literally sold himself for money, rides, and drugs. His mind was warped and twisted by then, the old Shane gone and new monster breaking loose. The beast and Shane had only one desire though, to return to St. Riddles. In the end he made it, completely changed, different. To this day he fights his constantly increasing drug addiction, he's become like everyone else.
Sample RP: Crazies were what he called them- The whole lot of patients and whoever happened to be associated with them. Of course, that would have included Talan Summers, but never would he include himself among others. The nurse took his time today in walking down the white tiled and white walled hallways of the asylum; orders had been given the day previous that a patient was to be put under his care, something about split personalities.
And shockingly enough, Talan had smiled upon being informed of such a case. Why? There was no exact reason; most of the staff and Talan alike had their fair share of what this patient named Luke had, and it wasn’t exactly enjoyable. Normally the cure wasn’t too hard to reach, mere sessions involving physiological studies and an ever going dosage of medication proved many a time to help people with these sorts of problems. The chance of their hard work /failing/, however, well there was no telling when the patient would relapse and all attempts starting back at ground zero once more.
So, why was Talan more than happy to take in the troubled youth? It was for personal enjoyment, of course. All patients who had been assigned to Talan would have admitted of his strange ways. He never referred to patients by their real names after first meetings; he instead chose to give them little pet names. After a meeting with Talan one might as well as marked him as a little strange, a little touchy in some matters and even more so after the meetings went on. But, no one seemed to do a thing about it.
After all, such benefits were the joy of working in such a place.
He would have admitted to being a bit strange, but not so much as others were within these bleached walls and confines of the institute. Hazel green eyes stayed focused on looking ahead while the young adult of nineteen dragged himself along. Yes, he would normally take his time when it came to new subjects. Subjects, another name he gave. These patients were not people; they were toys with a flaw, play things that were broken. Talan tried doing his ultimate best in fixing these problems.
The door to the room was swung open with ease and grace as Summers entered, hand gripping some form of papers and the other worked at pushing auburn brown hair out of his eyes. He always did try to look professional upon fist meetings, but a male nurse who barely had the looks to scare off a squirrel proved to be a downfall. Around average height, Talan could have easily blended in with the rest of the crazies, possibly pulling off as a patient himself if it weren’t for his small little nametag. He depended on his words, his actions and ideas to stay in command.
“Luke, if I’m correct,” He greeted, not so much as taking a look at the papers to know the others name. Talan was instead looking the actual person over, pale rose lips tugging at a small smile. New patients, you had to love them. “I’m Talan Summers, you should have been informed that you are under my studies now. Any questions?”
GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Jordan
Your Age: 16
How You Found Us: Magic! Or a board on Neopets... Magic!
Other Characters?: None, hopefully Shaney here?
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Shane Chastin Bishop
Nicknames: Shaney >.>'' Never say that to him, never
Age: Sixteen candles, baby
Birthday: December 31
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unsure.
You Are A: Runaway
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Amber brown, consisting of golden lines mixed in with chocolate hues.
Hair Color: Some kind of rusty brown. How the hell would he know? He's not a ginger though, don't say he's a damn ginger. It makes him angry.
Skin Tone: Pale, rather ill looking most of the time.
Body Build: Slender, bony.
Height & Weight: Short and small. Shane hasn't grown an inch since he turned 13, back when that incredible 'growth spurt' happened. Applaud him for reaching a mere five feet and five inches in height. Weight? Pathetic, he should be dead. Cocaine has rendered his body to only be a small vessel for bones and organs, and incredible weight loss has taken Shane down to barely 110 pounds. Food makes him sick and he thinks he's a little veg head (a nice turkey drumstick being the exception), then in addition all he drinks is apple juice or water. How the hell will he get that weight back up?
Other: Shane has the look of a battered up doll that hasn't seen proper care in years. Bags under his eyes signify lack of sleep in who knows how long, yet still he's the boy in the corner alwasy keeping an eye on you. The only peircings he has are a nice set of hips done, though Shane doesn't even remember when the hell that happened. He could have been handsome if it weren't for the nights spent trying to get hooked on crack, could have been gorgeous if he took care of himself and gave life a chance, but obviously it didn't happen. A broken beauty is all he has left, a screwed up, distorted sense of beauty.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Janice A. Louise Bishop
Fathers Name: Ronald K. Bishop
Siblings: None
Family History: The woman was happy at first, happy beyond words, description. The feeling was estacic. The man did it for her, a passion dwelling so deep in the marrow of his bones not even Chuck Norris could work it out. They came from different families, one a broken down trailer in a beaten over park then the other in a rich neighborhood were money wasn't an issue. The girl had nothing, the man gave her everything. A year after high school they eloped and tied the knot, where there their new life began.
College for the man wasn't a problem. He worked on getting the highest degrees to become sussessful and make it big. A year later the couple had a son, and after that things turned around. The child seemed like a curse for the woman. She was too young, too inexperianced, her family was gone and the man was too busy. She took a turn for the worse in getting into evil habits, the devil by her side each night as she took her troubles away with a joint and a line. The man had no idea, no perception at all judging by the merry laughter of both wife and son over phone calls. The woman got addicted quick, however, until one night she was found dead in her home, cocaine poured on the floor and a screaming child only wanting a bottle of milk.
The crime scene was a mess. Child services had the boy taken away and sent where no harm could be done. Who would've known it would mess the kid up so bad, but that's another story. The man, the father was left with nothing but a small memory of his true love, not a crack addicted whore found in a body bag. He had his mind set, he'd get his son back, the part of his wife that was still living. He went back to school, fought the feelings of hate, became a lawyer, eleven years after the fateful accident acquiring his goal. The man had a family again, but he lost it just as fast.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
<3 Drugs
<3Sex
<3Girls?
<3Boys?
<3Turkey
<3Bubble baths
<3People playing with his hair
<3Cuddling, kissing, affection in general
<3People like him
<3Idiots
<3Pushovers
<3Spiderman
<3Anyone who will listen to him
</3The word 'no'
</3Giving advice
</3Families
</3People who think they're better than him
</3Feeling inferior
</3Being alone
</3Girls named Betty
</3Wise-asses
</3Old men
</3You most likely
</3Most meats
</3Most drinks
</3Exercise
Fears & Habits:
Shane's main fear is getting too close to someone. He likes to be a whiney little bitch to keep people far away, even if he always needs someone to be around him. He's scared of becoming too attached like he was when he was younger. He's scared of growing up, terrified of growing old.
Habits would include his nervous twiches that happen constantly. He can't sit still for more than two minues, and he's always looking around. At night or when he's alone he needs to sing to himself for comfort, some can find it annoying for when he gets scared he'll sing louder before freaking out.
Addictions: Cocaine. He needs it, he craves it, he'll do anything for it. He also has a cleanliness fetish at times. If you look dirty, he will scrub you until you're clean
Personality:
There isn't any set word to sum Shane Bishop up in whole. He's confusing, arrogant, and half the time he won't even realize it. Past history with family and 'friends' have sculpted the boy into a numb, hollow shell to most, and even when you have 'touched' his soul, enlightened his mind, you can bet that he'll forget about you after a week. Shane isn't nice, the innocent boy he used to be, tryed to be was lost back when he turned fourteen, and lord has two years done a lot. He won't give pity, comfort, he won't tell you what's right and what's wrong. The kid is a screw ball with no set purpose in life. Shane changes colors like a mood ring, he'll be kind and loving one second or pissy and rude the next. The teenager is constantly paranoid, always watching his back and sometimes even others. The mind is a terrible thing to waste, but in Shane's case loosing some creativity would be a good thing. He hallucinates constantly and fantasizes way too much, a day when he's normal would be the day the world would come to an end. Anger managment would be a good suggestion for him, the smallest things could send him into a full raged tantrum on the floor or attacking whoever he happens to be mad at. Shane is always demanding no matter what, a good thing being he's not capable of half the damage he would like to do. All I can say is to watch yourself when you're around him, there's no telling what he'll try pulling off.
Personal Character History: He wasn't going to remember his mom and dad after only a year of being with them. Blurred images, unsure dreams of what it might have been like were all he had to live off of. No one would tell Shane about his mother or father, and no one would even say how he ended up at St. Riddle. Imagination took part and he started to think he was a child of the school, of the building itself. Everyone became his family despite their messed up pasts. The child grew to be kind and caring, confused all the time but nonetheless satisfied with his life. It lasted for nine years until a man showed up at the main enterance of the school. A demon, a stranger, a man Shane, by now, wanted nothing to do with. His father.
A bitter dislike was there from the start. Shane pleaded, begged, cryed at the time to stay in the school. The man's persuasive words and cunning style were of strong mind and spirit, winning the fight to gain custody of his son. Shane's years at his real home proved to be a living hell. After learning of his mother's death he wanted to die himself. He had enough of it, this wasn't the family his obscured dreams were offering.
The boy put up with it all until he was fourteen, at school meeting with 'friends', using birthday money to buy possibly the worst and best gift in his life, cocaine. It was to spite his dad, to make the man suffer. Selfish thoughts threw the kid into a world of hate and depression, about ready to take the same path as his mother did until he thought of a horribly wonderful idea. The dinner was simple and plain as usual, the father hadn't knoticed the changes occuring in his son recently, oblivious again that he was losing his family. Shane's smile was devestating to the mind when the matter was brought up, the answer being disbelief. The next morning Shane's father found the bag of white powder by his nightstand.
Shane was gone by then.
He booked it out of that house, running like hell to come back to his real family. The boy literally sold himself for money, rides, and drugs. His mind was warped and twisted by then, the old Shane gone and new monster breaking loose. The beast and Shane had only one desire though, to return to St. Riddles. In the end he made it, completely changed, different. To this day he fights his constantly increasing drug addiction, he's become like everyone else.
Sample RP: Crazies were what he called them- The whole lot of patients and whoever happened to be associated with them. Of course, that would have included Talan Summers, but never would he include himself among others. The nurse took his time today in walking down the white tiled and white walled hallways of the asylum; orders had been given the day previous that a patient was to be put under his care, something about split personalities.
And shockingly enough, Talan had smiled upon being informed of such a case. Why? There was no exact reason; most of the staff and Talan alike had their fair share of what this patient named Luke had, and it wasn’t exactly enjoyable. Normally the cure wasn’t too hard to reach, mere sessions involving physiological studies and an ever going dosage of medication proved many a time to help people with these sorts of problems. The chance of their hard work /failing/, however, well there was no telling when the patient would relapse and all attempts starting back at ground zero once more.
So, why was Talan more than happy to take in the troubled youth? It was for personal enjoyment, of course. All patients who had been assigned to Talan would have admitted of his strange ways. He never referred to patients by their real names after first meetings; he instead chose to give them little pet names. After a meeting with Talan one might as well as marked him as a little strange, a little touchy in some matters and even more so after the meetings went on. But, no one seemed to do a thing about it.
After all, such benefits were the joy of working in such a place.
He would have admitted to being a bit strange, but not so much as others were within these bleached walls and confines of the institute. Hazel green eyes stayed focused on looking ahead while the young adult of nineteen dragged himself along. Yes, he would normally take his time when it came to new subjects. Subjects, another name he gave. These patients were not people; they were toys with a flaw, play things that were broken. Talan tried doing his ultimate best in fixing these problems.
The door to the room was swung open with ease and grace as Summers entered, hand gripping some form of papers and the other worked at pushing auburn brown hair out of his eyes. He always did try to look professional upon fist meetings, but a male nurse who barely had the looks to scare off a squirrel proved to be a downfall. Around average height, Talan could have easily blended in with the rest of the crazies, possibly pulling off as a patient himself if it weren’t for his small little nametag. He depended on his words, his actions and ideas to stay in command.
“Luke, if I’m correct,” He greeted, not so much as taking a look at the papers to know the others name. Talan was instead looking the actual person over, pale rose lips tugging at a small smile. New patients, you had to love them. “I’m Talan Summers, you should have been informed that you are under my studies now. Any questions?”
