Viran Bishop

[viranbishop]

001. NAME• viran bishop
002. NICKNAME• Bishop, V
003. AGE• 27
004. BIRTHDATE• 4-27
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Cheffield, England

001. YOUR FACE• collin Farrell is taken so i must suffer and find another one.
002. HAIR• viran keeps his hair askew. Messy almost all the time as if he had just rolled out of bed. He doesn't really care about his own appearance, but because of his job, it makes things a little harder to be sloven.
003. EYES• viran's eyes are hazel and often an abnormal green when his wilds are piqued with intrigue.
004. HIEGHT• 5'8
005. WEIGHT• 167
006. BODY MODS• tattoo's, you name it, he's got it. Viran isn't so in depth with his tattoos, but he has a few around the arms and back. You would only see them if he was either nude, or at the gym in a tank top.
007. FASHION/STYLE• whatever. Casual comfort. Jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, boots. You know, that kind of fellow you would often look at and think, damn he's sexy in those jeans, but you'd never have the guts to say it out loud.

001. LIKES•

• scented candles and incense
  
• chinese food
  
• long baths
  
• working out
  
• guns
  
• booze
  
• women
  

002. DISLIKES•

• bad jokes
  
• criminals
  
• getting vested
  
• french people
  
• being yelled at
  
• being ignored
  
• the silence
  

003. FEARS•

• becoming a criminal
  
• getting sucked back into gambling
  
• going to AA
  
• his secrets coming out
  
• falling or being pushed off a bridge
  
• heights
  

004. STRENGTHS•

• shooting
  
• knowledge of guns and armor
  
• knowing about things normal people wouldn't know about
  
• morality
  
• common sense
  

005. WEAKNESSES•

• liquor
  
• beautiful women
  
• cards
  
• a woman's bare shoulder
  
• accepting there is an end to everything
  

006. ODDITIES•

• smoking
  
• coffee
  
• chews lip
  
• spitting
  

007. ORIENTATION• Viran loooooves the ladies, and the ladies only
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• Viran has gobs of morals. Not really. He believes that crime doesn't pay, and if you're on the wrong arm of the law, then your ass his his to do with whatever he wants. He's not crooked, he just hates bastards that think they can get away with anything.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Viran isn't hostile. He likes things done his way or no way, which is why he hasn't been given a permanent partner. He's highly ambitious, enthused about his essential job tasks and always thinks a step ahead of the game. He's lovable on his own, alone with someone he cares about, but he has a high wall around him that is pretty hard to reach.

He doesn't like to take bullshit from anyone, and always expects the worst and hopes for the best, which in turn allows him to jump the gun and go through closed doors without a go ahead or one iota of clearance. Even though he helps enforce the law, it doesn't mean he's a straight arrow when achieving that goal. "Catching the perp and putting him in his place isn't such a bad thing." Spoken in an interview on the six O' clock news, spitting his cocky mouth off with ease and no remorse for bloodying up the opposition.

You can always expect an adventure with Viran if he's ever your partner.

001. PARENT ONE• Arianna Bishop/Second grade teacher
002. PARENT TWO• Holston Vishop - Marketeer- Stocks and trade
003. SIBLINGS• NA
004. PETS• name N/A
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
Ever since he was a young boy Viran had always been encouraged by his mother to stick to his studies and stop pretending as much as he did playing detective. Rummaging through the house to find clues and solve mysteries no one thought twice about, until one day he had been rummaging in places he shouldn't have rummaged and found something interesting he thought his parents should see.

Sitting them down,tossing the article of clothing over to them on the couch and running down his excerpts at the age of ten. After that night his parents had split apart and had been divorced a year later.

Since his father was consistently working, answering phones, dealing with paperwork of trades, he was appointed to his mother. Once the divorce was final Viran had drowned himself in insane mysteries, testing himself against television shows and somehow managing to know about every single murderer and theoretical crimes known to man. He knew things people normally wouldn't know about.

Ancient times, the folklore of werewolves in London, Vampires in the streets. Egyptians who worshiped cats and mummified those killed due to time or battle. He knew that there was a darker black market out there, rumors mostly, but spoken y different people, and that had made him all the more curious.

At eighteen he moved out of his mothers and went off to the academy to train to be a cop. Being a police officer was okay, but that wasn't what he wanted. After a few big cases, one had finally come across his desk, challenging and very mind boggling. Viran managed to kick it up and get the much needed answers to finding the killer. Landing him a perfect job, the one he had wanted. Homicide Detective.

Some time on the streets had turned him somehow. He managed to start gambling, moving out of his apartment when his mother refused to back him up. Boozing and binging on women. It was a game of russian roulette that knocked him back to who he was. His ex-partner draging him out after things had come crashing down on him. Bookies calling him up, seeking him out at places he went.

Viran did his time in AA, went back to the drinking here and there at local pubs, but never really over doing it unless things went bad, but he swore off cards for a while. It's his unyielding weakness. Now he's back in his own flat, his job running smooth and freely. Waiting to get criminals behind bars where they belong. There's always that black market thing he's going to check into.

Yo', my name is VIRAN, and I've been the walking dead for 27E years, and I've been grave robbing for 15 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of a friend of a friend and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• nope
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Taken from a previous RPG


"They are." Came the reply. Teasing yet serious. It was true. They would be jealous. Still their feet moved soft and graceful to the music, apparently there had been music of their own within their heads, a thumping sensation that Viran delved in when they were together. He would be so lucky.

Viran blushed at her second remark, turning his face away slightly even though she couldn't see right then and there. "Lets get something to go..." Instantly dark stalking eyes lifted, secretly he had been watching someone since he sat down with Aubrey. She could appreciate a nice meal. A nice piece of carrot cake, divine legs yet not as lovely as his Aubrey. His Aubrey. That did sound nice in his mind.

She had on some sort of darkish gray dress, soft and sheer in some places, other it had been bunched, just around the ribs. Her long red hair waving side to side and brushing across her back. His eyes had moved away from her, his head moving back slightly so he could look into Aubrey's eyes, finger raising her chin lightly before speaking softly. Deep undertones really made people want to close their eyes and fall asleep. Perhaps in his arms.

Truth be told, Viran had never been taken off of the grounds because of his violent behavior. The last time he had been taken out Aubrey had taken him to an open market place where they had shoppes lined up within a two block radius. It was dark, a half moon and faded stars. People lined the streets and the later it became, the more people that had scattered and went home with their families. He had still been new, in her home belonging to him. He wanted to relive old times.

As much as it was troublesome, the thought still entered his mind. He had such ideas. "How about I get us something yummy." He began while slipping both arms around her waist. "And you could meet me over there." Eyes and head motioning to the door, just beside where the woman was standing. Soft lips pressed to hers, lingering before the smooth release and walking away. Hand slipping free from her own, finger tips to fingertips fighting to not break away.

He walked toward the door, the waiter had been on approach and Viran stopped him, whispered something in his ear and the man nodded his head, turning back toward the bar. Finally he approached the woman, giggling with her friend while standing and making lady like gestures with her hands.

Lazily leaning in as if he had nothing to worry about, her friend wasn't so happy, but he didn't care about the friend. A few words were spoken, she giggled and his eyes looked over as Aubrey was walking toward them. "Come on, we don't bite hard." A smirk was sent as she edged forward under his hold, the waiter was behind them, and he instantly let his free arm move around Aubrey's waist. "Look honey, dinner." He said jokingly with a playful smile, the girl giggled, as mortals did. She was probably one of those kinky mortals who was down for a three some. Unfortunately for her she was going to be dinner. Aubrey was the desert.

Moments later they found themselves in the car, bottle of wine cracked. Of course Viran would have a taste, take a sip here and there to amuse the mortal who had been enjoying herself rather uncouthly. Viran couldn't take his eyes off of Aubrey's, making joking faces in light of the mortal and her shock. Next stop, their little nesting ground, and a dinner perfect for two.



Later


Nervously the woman had listened, but she smiled softly. "Alright." Clearing her throat and putting the cigarette back. The driver opened the door, good thing they had a driver. Viran knew better and Judge did too. "Ladies." He spoke out lifting from the car, holding his hand out to assist his beautiful lady. He enjoyed watching Aubrey get out of the car with help by of his hand. Her skin. He loved touching her skin more than anything.

Next the red head and her odd dress. The driver hadn't looked, he simply nodded, closed the door behind him and as instructed, he drove off to where he came from. He wasn't needed any more for the night. Unless Aubrey had to leave, in which case he would do anything to make her stay.

The moved within the confines, the mortal giggling all the while. He hadn't asked her name, and she hadn't mentioned the empty fact. The night was young and early, and as they stepped out onto the back patio, she was already beaming about the house and it's surroundings. She must not be of high society. Perhaps which was why she was fresh pickens. Easy because of the clean up. No one would miss them. But they had a certain bittersweet taste that was hard to refuse. Not too filling, but more of a filling of the pheremones.

He moved over to the small fridge in the cook station. The grill had been centered, a perfect collection with the backyard. A bottle placed in his hand, a glass from one of the cupboards, a nice little pop and pour and the glass had went to her hand as he turned his body to move by Aubrey.

"Why don't you enjoy the glass for a little bit." More of a statement than a suggestion, however it would have been a very cautioned suggestion if anything.

Aubrey had never seen Viran in his normal state before. He was very private when it came to meals and seduction. He had his share of women, mortal and immortal, and not a one of them had compared as Aubrey did, or could have had his heart. These things roamed over his mind when he pulled her close so that her chest was gently pressed against his own.

Normally her arms would slide over his, and to that he casually let his fingers touch the lip of the zipper behind her dress, eyes glued to her's as he licked his lips and let the zipper slide slowly down the length of her back. The fabric fell to the floor. Slid down her body without his notion. Nothing would be seen because he had pushed closer after it fell between them, keeping her partially hidden.

How lovely her legs were with only shoes and burgundy panties to enhance the tone of her skin. He supposed she wore them because it was his favorite color. Baby doll panties with little tiny roses around the edges. Barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. Viran paid attention to everything on Aubrey.

His hands fell over her skin, softly caressing it as the crashing of the water was heard. His lips touched the corner of her mouth, softly, slow and steady. Lingering almost. His eyes closed as their foreheards touched, opening them to view hers as he took an everlasting breath. He moved behind her, her body shifting from his guide so the two women were facing each other, yet they were still at a good distance. She wouldn't touch her. Not in the slightest unless she asked, or Aubrey wanted her to.

He snuck his fingers under the lining of her panties, sliding them down her legs as he lowered himself. Taking a mouthful of her ass and gently bitting the left cheek. Her feet would step out and Viran rose. Pressing against her as his hands embraced her tummy. Head pressed warmly beside her's and his voice whispered against her. "How about something warm?" Of course she would get something warm. Right down her throat and the mortal would cease to exist.

He let his hand take her's, walking with her just a foot so she could step up and into the hot tub. Mortals loved those things. He did too, but usually for relaxing purposes. Such great inventions.

Leaning over the side as she waded in, pushing forward so she would come closer and he could kiss her at least once more. She was amazing nude. But nudity was beautiful, how they were all made. Born into the world with nothing. Only to leave with nothing. In the end, it all came down to dust.