Post by Logan Bishop on Sept 2, 2010 18:57:08 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
i start again
and whatever pain may come
today this ends
i'm forgiving what i've done[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: birth name: logan russle bishop[/font]
current name: logan reese bishop
NICKNAMES: none.
GENDER: male
AGE: twenty three
UNIVERSITY YEAR: freshman
MAJOR: video production
MINOR: creative writing
JOB: singer's autoshop
PLAYBY: ryan reynolds
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY:[/font]
father: german/scottish
mother: spanish/scottish
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
EYE COLOR: light brown
HEIGHT: 6'1''
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
BODY TYPE: tall, built
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: for the most part, logan doesn't have anything specific that sets him apart. he was never one for piercings or anything. he does, however, have a few scars here and there from shooting heroin and various beatings he received in new york. the only significant mark on his body that has a real meaning is the tattoo on his shoulder; a large replica of the japanese symbol for strength that he got after he started going to addicts anonymous. to remind him of what it will take to get better.
PERSONAL STYLE:when he was younger, logan used to not really care what he wore. after all, he was a shaks kid. thrift-store bargains made up most of his closet until he skipped town. however, once he made it to new york and started working, he was allowed to keep some of the clothes he modeled in, which gave him more of a sense of style. he sticks mostly with jeans and a plain shirt of some kind, though, whether it be a tee-shirt or button up.
OTHER: there's not really much else to say about logan's looks. he used to be gangly like his brother, but after he stopped doing heroin, he switched addictions and instead decided to get to working out, bringing him a wonderful body that he enjoys showing off.
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: finding beauty in things most wouldn't, humor, insight, gift for the written word[/font]
WEAKNESSES: ;:his addictions, his ghosts, his past, cole, his father, his temper, his mental stability
LIKES: filming, writing, reading, watching movies, making people laugh, drinking, anything to do with apples, picking fights, working out, smoking
DISLIKES: yelling, loud noises, people who think they're entitled to things, meat, romance novels, cravings, overweight people who don't do anything about it, his father, his father, and have i mentioned his father?
FLAWS:
;:self destructive;:
;:a serious addictive personality:;
;:tears himself down:;
HABITS:
;: rubs his forearm when he's nervous:;
;:keeps a cigarette behind his ear most of the time:;
SECRETS:
;:he's afraid to turn out like his father:;
;:he's never had a girlfriend:;
;:he still loves his dad:;
BEST MEMORY:
;: the day cole was born and he became a big brother:;
WORST MEMORY:
;:leaving his mom and cole:;
;:the phone call telling him his mother died:;
OVERALL PERSONALITY: logan has always been a down-to-earth kind of guy, probably brought to you by his father shooting down every dream he ever had. he's never had a lot of crazy fantasies like being president or going to the moon. instead, he just focused on being happy from day to day. he's still that way, even now. logan has never thought years in advance like most people do. habits from his childhood forced him to instead think hours in advance. he found this to be the best way to not only survive his father, but survive in new york as well.
creativity started blossoming out of logan around the age of eighteen. while he was modeling, he started picking up techniques from various photographers and using them himself to take pictures and start to make films. they were short at first, just clips of his friends put to music. but as he started picking up more things, he started writing his own scripts and doing his own photoshoots. it was then that he really started pursuing his love for this kind of art.
although moving out was probably the best thing for logan, going to new york was probably not. instead of healing, like he set out to do, he just ended up getting caught up in the party scene. he's expirimented with almost every kind of drug you can possibly think of, but the only one that really stuck was heroin. between the ages of eighteen and twenty one, he was a severe addict. it took going to his mother's funeral to push him out of it. since then, he pushed himself into other addictions. mostly working out to try and gain some of the physique he never had as a child. plus, it allows him to work off steam that he normally would have just pushed off with shooting up.
logan, much like his father, has always had an issue with his temper. if the right buttons are pressed, he can snap into a fury. being on drugs definitely didn't help this matter, and he found himself beating someone within an inch of their lives more than once. even in new york, though, he made sure to never be close enough to a woman to hurt her like his father hurt his mother. if he got his way, he'd never be that close to someone, or get that out of control.
living on the streets in new york, along with his past, taught logan to care for himself and only himself. after all, the more you cared for others, the more chance you would have to get burned. so, he watches out for number one. when he left california, logan figured that things would be better for his family, even though a voice in the back of his head told him he was actually doing it to get the hell out of the house. since then, his mindset hasn't changed much; he lives day to day, doing what he can to survive for himself.
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: valkryie, california[/size][/font]
PARENTS:
russle bishop - forty eight - one of valkyrie's "finest"
heather bishop - deceased
SIBLINGS: cole liam bishop - seventeen
OTHER: nada.
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 maid's 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.
Working 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.
Logan Russle Bishop was born in February of 1984 at 10:10 pm. For this bizzare hour, his mother nicknamed this time for her first born "double dime time". The process went off without a hitch and Heather gave birth to what appeared to be the perfect baby boy to a household that couldn't be more imperfect. Logan spent the first six years of his life dodging and ducking his father's insults and accusations of how Logan was the biggest dissapointment that anyone could have bestowed upon his father. Logan tried every sport known to man to try and attempt to be a hot-shot athlete like his father; baseball, basketball, pee-wee football, soccer...anything you could come up with that required even the slightest bit of coordination and athleticism, Logan tried as a kid. But nothing, not being quarterback or shooting almost every basket in a game or making home runs, could make his father look at him and say "son, i'm proud of you." Which, being a child, what more could Logan have wanted? In contrast, his mother gave him all the love she possibly could in order to try and fill the hole. She showered her young son with love and affection. Later in life, Logan would come to the conclusion that she did this because she wanted someoen to love her as much as she loved them. And unlike Russle, Logan loved his mother very much.
Even now, he doesn't think he'll ever forget when his mother told him he would be a big brother. His father had been working late at the station, so the mother and son went out for ice cream as a special treat. It was there that she explained to him how the small cells inside her stomach would grow to be a tiny baby. She also said, as the big brother, it was Logan's job to protect his baby brother from whatever harm might come to him. From the start, Logan took this advice to heart. He tried to shield his mother from some of her beatings and started getting a few for himself. But to him, it didn't matter. As long as Cole was safe, nothing mattered. It finally seemed that Logan had filled up a huge void in his life. So when the baby finally came at 5:55 pm, his mother gave it the nickname "triple nickle time" to create a similarity between the brothers already. But Logan discovered that wasn't really needed. Right away, he loved his brother to the core and knew he would do anything for him.
Logan did his best after that to hide both his mother and his younger brother from the plight of their father. But, unlike before Cole was born, he stopped trying to please his father so much. He finally figured out around the age of eight that it was a hopeless pursuit. It wasn't until the age of ten, however, that he figured something else out. His mother wasn't doing anything to stop these attacks. She never defended herself, never stood up to the terrible things his father was doing. She would just take it and then come bowing and scraping back like it never happened. As Logan got older, this started upsetting him more and more. He spent as much time as he could outside the house, already getting pulled into drugs and partying, but even so he began to feel a sort of hate build up in him. A hate directed not only at his father, but at his mother. Why couldn't she protect them? Why did it have to be up to him, a kid, to take care of the family? As a teen, he found himself confronting his mother about these issues and being met with a solid wall of excuses. She was always talking about how he didn't mean it and he was just trying to do what was best for the family. Every time Logan called bullshit, he was shut down.
It was a miracle that it took him until sixteen to finally get out of the house. He had considered his options for a couple of years before, one day, he just snapped. His father had just given him a particularly sound verbal beating when finally, Logan decided that he just couldn't take it anymore. So, he did what no one had done before. He fought back. He started calling his father every name he could possibly think of and was putting up a good fight when his father crossed a very delicate line and finally gave his first born the beating of his life. So Logan, nursing a bruises, cuts, and a broken arm, packed his bag and left. In this state of mind, he somehow convinced himself that his mom and brother would be just fine without him. He told himself that his mother would finally stand up to his father. Things would get better, he promised himself. For him, and for them.
The next phase of Logan's life is a huge haze of parties, drinking, working and drugs. After he left California, he made his way east and ended up in the Big Apple. He stayed with some friends there that he knew in the city and set himself to finding a job. It was on his way to an interview that a scout stopped him and asked if he would model for an inter-city photoshoot he was doing as a portfolio. Logan, pretty well desperate for any job, agreed. Although he found the prospect of modeling to be weird and way too feminine for his tastes, he soon found himself picking up techniques from different photographers. It wasn't long before he bought himself a camera. From then on, it was like a plague had caught him. He took pictures of everything. Big things, small things, his friends, various animals...Everything. But being in New York wasn't all fun and games.
Logan was losing himself, and he knew it. He was waist-deep in debts from his dealers and was almost constantly high. But it wasn't until he was twenty-one that something would shake him out of his stupor. He'd kept in touch with one of his cousins who was back in California and got a call one day that his mother had died. He went to the funeral, of course, but couldn't get himself to face Cole there. He stood in the background and watched the ceremony, scruitinizing his father and brother. It didn't take much to notice that Cole was covered in bruises. Logan, who was coming down from a particularly large high, finally saw what had happened to his family after he left. Nothing had gotten better. It had gotten worse. Even back in New York, Logan couldn't shake the feeling that he should be back home in Valkyrie. There had to be something he could do.
Logan spent four months in rehab before he finally thought he could make it on his own. He wanted to go back to Valkyrie right away and see Cole, but his therapist said he should wait. After all, if he wanted this reuinion to go right, he needed to make sure he was completely healthy first. He stayed in New York for a year and a half more, attending support groups and addicts anonymous meetings until he finally thought he was ready. So now, he's making his way back to Valkyrie to face his demons as he hopes to make a new life for himself.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: leslie[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female-ish
AGE: adult-ish
RP EXPERIENCE: v-side4life.
OTHER CHARACTERS: a plethura
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: nothnx. :]credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
