Post by Theodore Bishop on Aug 17, 2011 17:25:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450,bTable][atrb=style,background: #222222; padding: 20px; text-align: center;] Theodore Johannes Bishop 19 - MALE - 6/22 - ASEXUAL     "I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass. . . " Bound Appearance Faceclaim:: Souji Seta - Persona 4. Height:: 5'10. Weight:: 189 lbs. Special Features:: He does have a mark symbolic of his pact, but it can't be seen because of its magical nature. The Lich carved the letters "E.D." into his arm, and it disappeared after the initial contact. Full Appearance:: Something of a well-kept kid, he has issues with cleanliness and looking anything less than good out in public. (He's got thing about poverty and bad impressions and feeling uncool, if you understand.) His hair—a strange gray shade—lies flat and is done up in very much the clean-cut kind of style. He's always impeccably dressed in what used to be his school uniform but now is one of the three outfits he owns. (Clothes are not important to him. Money, on the other hand, is and clothes cost a pretty penny.) Finally, he owns a most likely ancient pair of glasses that he wears if and when he wants to. His eyesight is only so-so horrible, which leaves wiggle room. His build is fairly average, and he's not quite short yet not quite tall either. Theodore goes straight up and down, with a kind of flat and nearly sticky look to him altogether. Being of the opinion that he shouldn't need to attack anything, what he lacks in muscle can easily be made up by how quick he is to wave off brawn. Attitude Full Personality:: A budding exorcist—at least of a kind—Theodore has lived a significant portion of his life pissing people off and never seeming entirely aware of it. Decidedly something of an eccentric and less-than-agreeable sort, he spends much of his time holed up in his basement refusing to have contact with anyone. The other fifty percent or so is spent completely on his own, because Theodore greatly believes in his independence and/or "space" and can't be bothered to waste precious time entertaining. Or explaining himself. Perhaps fairly, nobody would understand either anyway. This is partially because he tends toward speaking in the most Secondly, his job is a thing of interest—most of us have stable careers, stable lives, stable philosophies and are altogether very habitual creatures. Theodore will refuse to take a job because the weather is wrong, the client signed his name with looped hand-writing, or he just forgot he had a gig to begin with. His idea of logic, punctuality and reason can become very colorful, when put lightly, and his partner—a crotchety old man three times his senior and haunting his headphones out of spite and probably misplaced concern—regularly blasts him with static until he finally goes outside. (Lest he die of starvation.) Yes, this is due in part to the fact he can be lazy and a space cadet. But in an deeper sense, he doesn't particularly like the practical aspects of necromancy or exorcism, and is terrified of actually summoning anything. It isn't rare to see him scream when invisible guests get the best of him, but he recovers artfully. He has a good understanding of spirits, despite usually ignoring them when he can. Finally, his outlook on life isn't necessarily pessimistic. His is a brand of left-handed optimism, which can make for awkward explanations when coupled with his sometimes surly and rarely sunny personality. It's not that he's depressing so much as irritable, which thankfully implies that the dust settles as easily as it is stirred up. He can joke, if perhaps a bit on the brusque side, manage a conversation, almost live with other people and generally be open-minded company. Likes::
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Hobbies:: Listening to music; being perpetually late; over-thinking common occurrences; feeding stray cats and dogs; net surfing; programming; drawing blueprints; keeping to himself; pointing out obscure details; sleeping; being a well-rounded smartass; waving off other people; hanging around outside. Occupation:: Necromancer/freelance “exorcist”; professional lazyass and sorta-kinda homeless kid. Notes of Interest:: Implying he is interesting, what. Ignoring that, obviously Theodore is capable of communicating with dead things. How this comes about can range from wearing the deceased's clothing, to playing with their pets, to insisting there be time frame met. (Say ten to twelves months after passing on.) Contrary to popular belief, Necromancy is a very versatile method, and he is not a freak like they are typically depicted in movies and stories. More like an new age shaman/hippie/ghost hunter with scientific instruments sprinkled on the side, since he can respect and trust in electromagnetic fields. In addition, he does have a pact with an undead creature—a Lich who has coerced a contact out of him. It manifests as a disembodied voice that almost sounds like a child, specifically a mischievous young man, if dormant. Sometimes it speaks in Theodore's head, and other times aloud. When summoned, the form is a burning skeleton—the lich implies there is an alternate and more human form, but says that "I prefer this because I'm amused by how terrified you are of it, Bird. An~d I despise people, from their bones to their smiles." Trigger phrase/word: “I enlist your services.” Terms: Powers: Immortality - because the Lich's soul is imbued in something else, he cannot be killed. This also makes it difficult to stop him with pain or most humanly means. Thankfully after abuse—especially of the host who summoned him (a literal one hit KO) although this can apply to the Lich's skeletal body itself—he will no longer be able to retain his form in the real world. Body/mind control - of zombies. He usually, however, uses them to chase poor Theodore around since he hardly feels that "things below him" deserve to see even glimpses of his full power. This label applies to most everything that is not a fellow lich. (Or: he would rather creatively play tag, and obviously out of the goodness of his big heart.) He can move perhaps five or less at a time, but for long periods. Spells – if he were to get a human body back, he would be able to use the magic that characterizes a Lich. This is impossible as he is now because he “exists” bound to the otherside and doesn't have the proper control of the physical world. For the record, Theodore himself can do none of these things. Most of his strategy involves running and letting the Lich fight his battles while he practices summoning. He can, however, give certain orders that the Lich must abide by and cancel the summoning at will. When put simply, it can't operate without Theodore acting as a catalyst. History Full History:: Theodore Johannes Bishop was born to two very "straight-laced" parents in a location that, as far as he is concerned, is better off forgotten. Life started out with very few roadblocks in that children never quite spend time thinking about roadblocks, and he supposed the fact he was ignored in his own household never particularly mattered. It wasn't that they didn't love their son—they did, in their own way—but that he was always a bit off. (That and their idea of parenthood was more than just a little negligent.) Imaginary friends came to him earlier than most children, and never seemed to have entirely left. There was talk of premature schizophrenia at nine, and—being that Theodore both believed it and didn't—he simply stopped one day. The ghosts were there, and they spoke with him (but they tried to speak with everyone, he knew that) until they became background noise. His parents were always very suspicious of what couldn't be weighed, tested, and proven indefinitely true. Constantly subject to buzzing voices in the back of his skull, he started using music as a means to drown them out. This method only proved half-way successful, because he ended up with a healthy interest in the supernatural either way. This helped to make him seem even more pixelated to most of his peerage, who didn't necessarily discredit theories about ghosts as much as find them pretty freaky. Apparently talking to himself didn't help. He spent quite a bit of his school life being a loner, but never particularly minded that he technically had zero friends. He viewed most of his fellow students as far too stupid/annoying/childish to get closely involved with anyway. (Adults too, of course. Theodore was very fair in his assessments.) Because of this isolated mindset, he ended up running away at sixteen, and being unable to pay his way back while refusing to call his parents for help. Within the same year, he became employed, which oddly is where his story begins. At a loss as to what he could do, he applied for a (shady) job at a strange establishment claiming "to specialize in the supernatural and other such convoluted affairs. Free living space available to potential help willing to do share of housework." Not amused by the implications when he got there, Theodore found it was just as enlightening as it sounded but that he could be paid for doing no real work thanks to the crazy that ran it. This seemed a very natural assumption because the Old Man—going by the title of Sergeant Crowe—codenamed him Mockingbird and ranted about some kind of war between Heaven's Gate and demon spawn. Or whatever he was saying, considering that Theodore was oftentimes too busy tuning him out via inventory checks and wondering if doing this counted as child labor. When he got his first job, he was shocked to find out that the Old Man wasn't quite as crazy as he'd been lead to believe, because he watched as he exorcised a demon haunting a public toilet. (The supernatural is not as glamorous as it seems.) Most of their "adventures" were simple and a bit on the uneventful side, until they disturbed a vampire who did live up to a reputation of madness and delusions of godhood. Unaware that Theodore studied necromancy purely as a side thing to make him look like he was working, Crowe insisted he exorcise it. Unfortunately, Theodore actually had no idea how to do that, and contacted a Lich lingering on the otherside instead of purifying it. Refusing to accept that anyone without training or massive knowledge could do such a thing, the Lich was originally going to let him be turned before deciding on a whim to form a pact. (At least, this is what he calls it, but he actually intends to use his curse mark to "kill" Theodore's soul and magick the remains. Liches are necromancers themselves, after all.) Deciding to mentor him for the next two years—because he wanted to drag his father's perfect demon hunter name through the dirt with his own accomplishments, and the kid seemed like a good means to do that—the Old Man left the building and its business in Theodore's name. (It made sense because the Old Man had been predicting his own death for years now. Smoking did him in, but he never believed that and still thinks it's a conspiracy thought up by the doctors. Theodore part-way wonders if it's half of the reason why he refuses to move on.) Furious when he discovered that he was, in fact, dying of a heart attack, he blatantly made no effort to leave this world. Now he takes a backseat role to ghost-hunting that involves mainly being his self-proclaimed second-in-command's headache, who unfortunately is quite good at the trade and doesn't have a house to go back to. (Yet alone the will to exorcise his admittedly crap guardian. He's not heartless, just asocial.) Theodore simply deals with it, and goes by the name Mockingbird in most official business because this is the name his clientele knows. OOC OOC Alias:: samedi. Other Accounts:: None. Password:: LET ME GUESS, THIS INVOLVES FOOD. I don't have cookies. ): |
