Post by Wilder Ezra Bishop on Dec 18, 2013 15:40:45 GMT -5
WILDER EZRA BISHOP
FULL NAME: Wilder Ezra Bishop
NICKNAMES: Bishop
AGE: twenty seven
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Stunt man.
HAIR: dark brown, almost black looking in certain lighting, just long enough to run his fingers through it he normally styles it with a bit product and goes..
EYES: Brown
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Too many to count from racing
TATTOOS: He’s a cross on his left shoulder blade, usually hidden by his shirt, the number 137 on the inside of his right wrist; his official racing number.
PIERCINGS: None
PLAY-BY: Drew Roy
LIKES: Motorcycles, racing, cars, bandanas, combat boots, crosses, travelling, big cities, a track before a race, movies, leather jackets, weight lifting, law books, shows about criminals, going for drinks, cooking, big open spaces
DISLIKES: being stuck inside for too long, having to sit in the makeup chair, dumb girls, most social networking, snakes, fishing, being unable to concentrate, ignorant people, Henry’s ex-girlfriend, people thinking he’s stupid just because of his profession, forgetting where he set his phone down to, chocolate ice cream, having to take his bike, or car into a mechanic.
FEARS: Snakes, something happening to his siblings, Big animals
SECRETS: Wilder is actually an attorney, taking the bar both Massachusetts where he went to law school and New York where he now lives.
PERSONALITY: At first glance, Wilder looks like he would be on the arrogant side with his lopsided grin. But really, he’s far from it. Down to Earth, he knows he’s a little fish in a big pond. He’s a confident man with plenty of life experience under his belt at twenty-seven. Wilder is a daredevil, racing through the city streets on his motorcycle, dark helmet hiding his identity. He’s a smart, having gotten himself a law degree that he doesn’t talk about. Racing has been his life from the time he was born, it’s in his blood and the only thing he really wanted to do with his life. He basically got the law degree to keep his parents happy. Not afraid to get down and dirty, Wilder is the first to get under the hood of his car and tinker around, fixing it himself. He’s athletic, needing to be with his profession. A stunt driver for a local film studio, Wilder knows how to take direction and work with it. Outside of work, he’s as stubborn as they come, often getting into fights because he believes, or knows he’s right and can’t give up until he’s proven it. He’s a great guy to have on your side in any situation, being able to stay calm. Wilder would rather use words over fists but he’s been known to throw a few punches if the situation called for it. Loyal to the core, Wilder will do anything at all for his friends, but getting that title means something to him. He doesn’t have many because he just doesn’t like the way some people treat him after they find out what he does exactly.
MOTHER: Melissa Rae Bishop & 57.
FATHER: Calvin Markus Bishop & 61.
SIBLINGS: Mark Bishop & 32
Taylor Bishop & 29
Henry Bishop & 27
Ryan Bishop & 24.
OTHERS: Maria Bishop & 31 & Mark’s wife
PETS: None currently!
HOMETOWN: Cape Coral, Florida.
HISTORY: Calvin Bishop was one the best racers on three circuits. His team had good backing companies; they had the best equipment and the top techs and mechanics on their payroll. Like any racer, he had his fair share of accidents and broken bones, but it had never stopped him from getting behind the wheel again and again. Melissa Adams was by all accounts growing up a girly girl. She wore skirts, had tea parties with her dolls, but the thirst for adrenaline hit her when she was eight and was forced to watch her older brothers and father run laps around the track they’d built in their backyard. From then, she was a contradiction. She wore dresses, looked soft but was far tougher than she let on. She kept her own racing as her double life, knowing even when she was eight that her friends wouldn’t understand. She never raced a circuit but she was the best damn mechanic her family’s team ever had. The pair met the weekend of Melissa’s eighteenth birthday. Both teams were in Tennessee for a weekend of races. The pair got along well enough but since they hardly ran the same circuits, they barely ran into each other. Calvin will say the first time he ever saw Melissa she was on the practice track running laps with her brothers, testing out the backup. She stopped her bike and waved her hands to draw the attention of the other two. At first, Calvin was simply drawn because the racer was good, too good to not be registered. And then she took off her helmet to talk to her brothers. Calvin still says after all these years she owned him from that moment.
Melissa will say she was alone with her brothers on that track, running the prerace procedures she enjoyed. And that the first time she saw Calvin was on the track, he’d come out on top in the qualifiers and went on to just barely beat out her own brother in the final race for the gold medal. And even then it was the bike she saw first, the man second. Since Calvin was from Florida and Melissa Tennessee, meeting up was difficult, but after a couple more run-ins and more conversations between the pair, the two teams started meeting up on purpose knowing where one would be, the other followed suit, so they could be closer. Eventually Cal one Melissa over and the rest was history. Fast forward some years and the pair continued the racing legend of both their teams with five children of their own. All of which were taught from a very young age about racing and every aspect of it. The two oldest boys took to it quickly enough, while one half of the twin, Henry and Wilder, took a little more time to get there. Wilder was right on the ball though, wanting to fix the bikes and then race them, while Henry wasn’t sure what he wanted. Ryan, the youngest and the only girl of the brood was just like one of the guys, getting in there and getting her hands dirty.
But the Bishop parents were big on education. And the kids all had to attend the top schools of the area, keeping their grades up if any of them wanted to even look at their bikes and cars; since the family raced both as well as boats and pretty much anything at all that they could get their hands on. Attending college was a must if any of them wanted to stay on the team, even if it was something small like a local community thing. Wilder, Taylor and Ryan took a bigger path, all going to excellent schools and getting degrees in Law, Biomechanics and Engineering, respectively. While Wilder was in Massachusetts, he landed himself a job, thanks mostly in part to his name, working as a stunt driver for a local studio. He liked it well enough and when he was finished in Boston, Wilder didn’t know where he wanted to go. He could do either jobs anywhere, but he was finding it difficult to choose exactly where. So, he made a list of everywhere in the country he could take the bar and work as an attorney if he chose and where he could do the stunt work he enjoyed. After he was done, he ripped the list up and tossed the pieces into a hat, pulling a single piece out; New York. He packed up a moving truck, said goodbye to his friends and hopped onto his motorcycle and drove off. And though he took the bar when he was able to in New York, Wilder had offers from several different studios looking for his expertise and never actually put his law degree to good use.
YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: KimmieStoleThem.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the back of a deceptively little blue box.
SAMPLE:I think not!!
