``BISHOP, cole liam

VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA

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the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?




I believe in you, I can show you that
I can see right through all your empty lies
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye,
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WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]

FULL NAME: Cole Liam Bishop
NICKNAMES: sometimes people just call him Bishop
GENDER: Male
AGE: 17
GRADE: Senior
ART INTEREST: Politics, World Government, Foreign Policy
PLAYBY: Jay Baruchel aka my future husband

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YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]

ETHNICITY: Scottish/German dad, Scottish/Spanish mom
HAIR COLOR: So dark brown, might as well be called black
EYE COLOR: golden brown
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 165
BODY TYPE: tall, lanky, skinny
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: He has a tattoo on his right forearm that is his mother's maiden name in calligraphy letters "Rodell." As well as a celtic cross on the back of his shoulder. He has a pretty bad burn scar on his right ankle from when he set the brewery on fire.
PERSONAL STYLE: He doesn't really have much of a personal style. He's never been the wealthiest of kids he pretty much wears whatever he finds. He doesn't really do the whole goes out shopping thing. His clothes tend to be worn down. A lot of jeans, t-shirts and sweatshirts.
OTHER: He usually has a bruise or burn or broken bone, something hurt on him, whether you can always see it or not. It's a trait he picked up from his mother who was never seen around the neighborhood without some sort of damage. Everyone knew what was going on, and most still know what's going on. But yeah, he's rarely seen without a bruise or two.

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IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]

STRENGTHS:
- political debates
- humor
- sarcasm and wit
- loyal
- can name any capital in any world country
WEAKNESSES:
- risk, any gamble
- smoking
- drinking
- certain girls
- his past
- his mother
LIKES: smokes, girls, gambling, horse races, poker, black jack, sex, fire, cold nights, nighttime, warm fires, camping, the dream of Santa Fe, or Phoenix. parties, the Outsiders, Politics, Debating, sarcasm, star wars, USA History, Foreign policies, Jon Stewart, Stephan Colbert, The Daily Show, reading, Bad Seeds, the Shaks, the southwest, old western movies, and old war movies, Clint Eastwood
DISLIKES: popular rich kids, stuck up snobs, cops, Hannah Montana, being at home, his father, his middle name, CiCi's Brewery, the Valks, SNL, people who betray their friends,
FLAWS:
- closed off, major walls
- smokes and drinks way too much
- reckless gambler, in a lot of debt and trouble
HABITS:
- shakes bad when nervous
- says "uhh" and "ummm" a lot
SECRETS:
- misses his mother
- stays because he's concerned about his dad
- only pretends to not know that everyone knows
BEST MEMORY:
- there really isn't one specific one. Probably seeing the Clint Eastwood movie, Unforgiven for the first time and watching The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. Hanging out with friends, and while this experience caused a lot of trouble with him and took place after his worst memory, he enjoyed watching CiCi's in flames. It was strangely therapeutic for him.
WORST MEMORY:
- When his mother died, hands down. He's lived with the abuse but living without his mother has proved to be the hardest thing he has ever had to do.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Cole is a hard personality to pin down. But the one thing he isn't, is the pretty, all american jock-type. You won't see him wearing any polo shirts or playing golf. You won't see him driving a ferrari or anything really, he may have his license but he can't afford a car. Even a crappy one. He wants one though, saving up. And when he finally gets that baby, zoom, its off to Santa Fe, New Mexico baby. Or Canada. Or New York. Or perhaps all of them. He'll figure it out.

Cole is a good kid. He really is. He is nice to those who are nice to him in general. He can be a bit bitter towards the "haves" in the world. The kids who seem to have everything, including good parents. He resents them since his own world can be so screwed up. But to his friends, Cole is, not exactly a sweetheart, but he's definitely the kind of guy to have your back. He will always be by your side when you really need him to be. He tends to not have to get all mushy about it though. He would rather you just know. He'll prove it to you when the time comes but all the emotional sharing time? No, he is not a fan because whenever that happens, some of his friends start getting sentimental and offering him places to stay if he wants to leave his dad, things like that but Cole hated talking about home. In casual conversation, his friends didn't really blink much because around his neighborhood a bit of abuse was not un-common. The thing that made Cole's different was that his dad didn't care if people knew because everyone was too scared to piss off a cop to say anything. His home life is his problem, he hates that people know about it but he's glad its not the topic of conversation too often.

In conversation, if he's allowed to direct it, it will be about Star Wars, Politics, History, Philosophy or gambling. He's a bit of dork, not really the timid, straight A's kind of dork, more the quiet, nonchalant dork. He's sarcastic and witty. Talking with him tends to be fun. Despite that, he has never been popular. And he's never been the studious type. The only reason he goes to the academy is because his father is a cop and he got the chief of police to make it happen. But to most of his peers, the rich Valk ones, he's just known as the kid who set CC's on fire. Long Story. Gambling is a big problem for him right now and it's only getting worse. Okay or not, Cole has been slightly in a dead daze ever since his mom died and the gambling makes him feel a rush you know? It makes him feel alive. Makes him feel lucky, even though he's usually unlucky, like most people with a gambling addiction. As if he didn't have enough working against him, he is also stubborn and needless to say closed off. He doesn't like accepting help from anyone and the reason he keeps going back home after everything is because its where he lived with his mom and the man is still his dad. Strange that sort of unconditional attachment to ones parents, no matter the level of douche bag. Cole has a hard time seeing the line of where to cut your losses in gambling, he smokes like chimney, he's rough around the edges.

Cole has a lot of potential though. He's incredibly smart, not so much in the mathematical sense but seriously, put this kid on Jeopardy. He reads world war history books for fun. He reads National Geographic Magazine and newspapers from all over the world in his spare time. He always knows who's running for any local offices or the bigger ones around the world. He memorized his capital cities in a second. In fact its a fun game with him, name any state in the US, or any country around the world and he can tell you the capital city. Argentina = Buenes Aires. Grenada = St. Georges. Indonesia = Jakarta. And more, all of them. He knows them all.

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AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]

HOMETOWN: Valkyrie, California
PARENTS:
Heather Bishop (maiden name Ropell) - deceased
Russle Bishop - Valkyrie Cop, corrupt, general ass hole - 48
SIBLINGS:
Logan Russle Bishop - 23 - graduate student at VU
OTHER: n/a
LIVING SITUATION: shaks
HISTORY:

Heather Ropell grew up wealthy. Her father was a great business man and her mother the perfect housewife bred out of Stepford. Really her mom kept the house perfectly clean by the means of organizing the maids chores to optimize performance, she cooked dinner by seven every night. And never had a hair out of place. Heather was to grow to be just like her. Perfectly manicured and perfectly subservient. But it worked for her parents because the truth of it was that her dad loved her mother very much. He never cheated, hell, doubt he ever even looked. Heather could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at his wife that she was the only girl in his life. The only one in the world he cared about more than money. Including his daughter. Heather got along well enough with her parents but unless it was the nightly family dinner, they never saw each other. Heather was raised by a nanny. What she learned from her parents was loyalty to your spouse above all else. Even the children. What she learned was that financial stability is important but not as important as the woman knowing her place as the house wife and taking care of her husband. What she gained from her parents was a desperate need to be wanted by someone, anyone. Enter Russle Bishop.

Russle was the hot shot of his highschool. He grew up middle class. His parents were very hands on in his life. Too much so. His mother was a lot like Heather's as in the subservient housewife but while Heather's mother was loved by her father, his father saw his mom as a trophy and that's what a wife is supposed to be. Russle's father had his issues. Anger mostly. Loud, yelling, smashing things, Hitting his wife across the face. He never laid a hand on Russle though. After all, Russle was his boy. He told Russle it was all about power and being the best. Russle was pushed to be the star athlete in high school, have only the type of friends his dad approved of, you know, middle class or upper class white kids only. He grew up in a small town in Louisiana. He moved to California on a football scholarship where he met Heather. He wanted her. She wanted to be wanted. The couple was born. But when his shitty grades couldn't cut it in University he decided the next best thing to corporate power was legal power, and he went into the police academy. Shortly afterwards, him and Heather were married after she announced she was pregnant.

On the police force was not exactly what Russle had expected but he never admitted he had been wrong. He also didn't realize the pay was so low. Soon he had blown all his small amount of savings, He wouldn't allow heather to work, not that she asked. She did everything he said without question, it's why he liked her so much. But since he hid his frustration with failed plans and needed to blame someone, he decided it was heather's fault. If they hadn't been so serious he could've done this, if she wasn't so needy and pathetic, if she hadn't gotten pregnant etc. She believed him, all it did was make her dote on him more. That meant Russle knew he could get away with more, including hitting her. They were at the time living in a small but fairly nice apartment but with a kid? Russle decided they needed to get a house. They moved into the shaks. The neighbors could hear his yelling through the walls. They could see the bruises that tended to adorn the pregnant woman's eyes, even through the cover up she attempted to use. But no one did anything. They either didn't care, had their own issues or were scared to cross a cop. At work Russle seemed to have a fair amount of friends on the force. He wasn't very high up but he was able to use his position to hurt more than just his wife. The man was a racist bastard.

But soon a baby was born one night at 10:10pm, his mother called it "Double Dime Time". He was beautiful and they named him Logan Russle Bishop, his middle name being a name passed down on Russle's side of the family. Things went on pretty much the same. For the next six years, Russle was on the police force, abusing his wife physically and verbally. He was a lot like his father when it came to women but when it came to his baby boy he was different. You see Russle's father loved his boy, pride joy, Russle? He just saw Logan as another reason he was unhappy. He tore the kid into pieces with his screams. Logan was not a happy kid until one day, his mother told them that she was pregnant again. Logan loved the idea of being a big brother. Always had. Cole Liam Bishop was born on a rainy morning at 5:55am, His mother called it "Triple Nickel Time". Despite all the background, this is the moment our story really begins, after all, it is about Cole. Cole was immediately adored by his mother and his brother. The first few years of his life they called themselves the three musketeers. Cole's earliest memory is one of him and his brother playing ball in the back yard when he was four, before his brother, now 6, grabbed him pulling him behind the corner and attempting cover his ears even though Cole could still here every word as their father called their mother a bitch and the sound of breaking glass and a faint woman's crying. This was childhood.

His father focused on his mother, he would hit the younger boys every so often but not that much. It was nothing that their teachers ever noticed. Verbally tore the kids to shreds though. The brothers had each other, and their mother but the older they got, the more Logan seemed to pull away from their mom. He still tried to be there for Cole but he was angry at their mother. Logan was now fourteen years old, a teenager and he was pissed off that she let herself and her children be treated like that. Soon the home was even more split. When their father was home, he was yelling about something. When Logan was home and dad wasn't, he was arguing with mom. Cole was still just eight, and his mother seemed so tired all the time. It felt like the only time they could feel a little calm was when Logan was out with friends, which he left a lot. He was pretty popular it seemed. And their dad was either out or drunk and passed out on the couch. Cole remembered multiple times where he was cuddled up with his mom, trying to hug her enough that she wouldn't cry as she told him how much she loved him. Cole was definitely a momma's boy. But Logan was just so angry at both their parents and as Heather was the only one of the two he wasn't scared of, he took it out on her when he was home but tried his hardest never to be. Until one day, Logan stood up to their father which resulted in a sound beating. And when his 16 year old brother stormed into the bedroom he shared with Cole, with a busted up face and packed some clothes into his falling apart backpack, Cole knew it was the last time he'd see his brother again.

Logan's disappearance nearly destroyed Heather. Less than a week later she was found in a pool of her own vomit and an empty bottle of pills. She was rushed to the hospital but when the doctors showed concern as to why the pills had been taken, Russle assured them it was nothing. It took her a couple days to wake up. Cole was torn apart by it. Now it was his term, if his mother was gone... He tried to run away but his dad caught him packing. Cole got a sound lashing and for the first time in his life saw his own father cry. Russle cried that everyone wanted to leave him, his first son, his wife and now his youngest boy. So Cole apologized for trying to leave out of fear the beating would continue and was almost happy he hadn't gotten away with it when he found out his mother was going to be okay, in a matter of speaking. This were worse at home because now Russle's focus was on Cole. He was the only son he had around, he better teach him not to step out otherwise he'd leave like Logan. His mother would try to speak up but it never did any good. And she never left, saying they needed him, he was a man of respect, etc. Meaning while, Cole was getting good grades in school, not amazing, not exactly mister popular. Hung out with really only other shak kids. It was not really surprising that like his brother, he was smoking my 12 and drinking by 13. Things like that were easy to get in that neighborhood. And everyone in the neighborhood knew about the abuse. Not that him or his mother ever dared to speak but people weren't deaf, they heard the yelling and crashing around. People weren't blind, they could see the young boy leave the house with bruises and cuts, even an arm cast at one point. They all knew, and they all did nothing. One of Cole's teacher's tried, and Russle got him fired showing that the teacher had once been arrested for marijuana and making a case that he was a unfit role model for the kids by planting more weed in the man's desk.

When Cole was 15, his mother fell ill. She stayed ill for exactly 14 weeks two days and 7 hours. I know because Cole counted each second, roughly 8,665,200 seconds. But at the end of it, her liver failed, her kidney's died, and as did she along with them. Cale took care of her the entire 14 weeks. Skipped school, almost failed. His dad did nothing. But Cole wouldn't leave her side. After her death, Cole's father put on a big show for her funeral. The entire police force attended and paid for it. It really was beautiful, lots of people there and all of them so full of shit. It drove Cole nuts. He couldn't handle watching the hypocrites go up and shake his father's hand, saying they're so sorry for his loss and they know how much he loved her and how she was such a lovely woman. Cole had such rage in him for everyone there but his real anger was for the one person who wasn't. Logan. He hadn't come back for their mom's funeral... and at that point, wherever Logan was... he became a dead man to his younger brother.

Cole couldn't stomach to be around the funeral too much longer. He ended up leaving a bit early, his father not even noticing, too busy milking the guests for sympathy. Cole met up with Brett Kennedy and a few other of his shak friends and they went to the old abandoned CiCi's brewery to blow off some steam. It was around eleven at night and there they were, drunk off their asses. His friends were acting like idiots dancing around, falling, all the fun things that usually come with being drunk but Cole's was a much more somber type of calm drunk as he took swigs of straight whiskey. They were on the outside of CiCi's, throwing liquor and beer bottles and rocks and anything they could find at the place. Cole walked up to it and touched one of the broken window's cutting his finger slightly but he didn't even blink. His friends were all leaving, going to either party or pass out somewhere. They kept calling for him to come but he couldn't. Instead, in a small daze from the alcohol, he looked up at them before dropping the whisky bottle on the inside of the broken window, the little bit of whiskey left spilling over the floor. He looked up as he heard his name being called. He reached into the pocket of the cheap and rather trashed suit he was wearing, the one from the funeral and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. He lit up, took a deep breath of smoke into his lungs and smiled a very small tiny, sad smile to his friends as they asked what he was doing. Cole starred back at the building as he took another hit of his smoke before he pulled the cigarette away from his lips and looked at it. He looked at the burning ash and then at the broken down building and the smashed glass inside. It seemed like forever had passed before he casually flicked the cigarette inside, directly into the puddle of whisky.

The old dry wood and random mess inside CiCi's didn't take long to abrupt into flames and while Cole's friends began to yell what the fuck was he doing, talking about how much trouble they'll be in if they didn't get out of there, Cole just stared at the growing fire before one of his friends grabbed his arm saying they had to get out of there. Cole let himself be pulled but his daze wasn't broken until they all heard the screams of a man coming from inside. Against his friends wishes, Cole darted inside to try to help the homeless man who had been squatting inside out, badly burning his ankle making it hard for him to run as the cops and fire department rushed to the scene. He had told his friends to go as the sirens were heard so none of them got into trouble. The building was still standing but that section was scorched black and is especially dangerous to try to walk in. The squatter was badly burnt on his arm but he was going to live. Cole spent the next three weeks in Prison, and when he was taken home by his father, he had the stuffing beaten out of him. In fact he blacked out most of it. He lived though. At school, now instead of being invisible to the popular rich kids, he was known as the freak who set CiCi's on fire. Everyone knew about it, and no one knew exactly why. Even his friends who were there were a little confused on whether or not he had done it on purpose or not.

Since then he's been careful. Sort of. Careful in the sense that he would do things in a less public light show sort of way. He wasn't a pyro, that was a bad night, he didn't shop lift either. But what he decided he needed to do was get some money, a lot of it. Enough to be safe and get him out of Valkryie and far enough away to a place his dad couldn't find him. And to never see his dad again. He began to bet money. Age 16 and the boy had a full fledged gambling addiction. He began to lose more and more. and then having to borrow from some dangerous men, including getting involved in business with the mafia, smart move right? His grades plummeted but if you can get him talking about history, cultures, politics, literature and believe it or not, theology, it's hard not to see how smart he can be. Except math and science, he's totally useless. He used to read in order to try and ignore the sounds of yelling as a kid. And that's been his life for the past year or so since the fire. He has gotten laid but never had a girlfriend, the only girls who he's had sex with are the really really sluttly shak girls and more because he's got an innocent face and they wanted to play with him, not that they were totally wasted and he was able to take advantage. Despite having a lot of issues, he was still a good kid. And he still lives with his dad, who has not changed.

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COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]

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RP EXPERIENCE: no
OTHER CHARACTERS: no
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: no

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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