Individual
Character's full name: Bailey Benvolio Bishop
Alias/ Nickname/ Codename: Bails, Bishop
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) 03/18/1999
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Stratford, Ontario, Canada
Nationality: Dual Canadian and American citizenship
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: European mutt
Appearance
Hair color and style: Medium brown, usually cut short in a sweeping style.
Skin Tone: Moderately pale
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'10"
Build: Fairly average all around. Not exactly small, but definitely not large.
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: Very large ears, not due to a mutation.
Everyday clothing style: T-shirts, jeans, runners, and a hoodie. Who needs anything else?
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Tweety Bird pajama pants, sometimes a white t-shirt. The shirt depends on the weather.
Miscellaneous clothing: Bailey has a very extensive brightly coloured sock collection. He has enough pairs that it’s unlikely that you’ll catch him wearing the same pair again for many months.
Character
Personality: Bailey tends to be quite optimistic. He can often be found looking on the bright side of things or finding the good in each situation. However, when pushed, he can be quite sassy and/or sarcastic. He usually thinks out loud and lacks a filter and common sense to know when to shut up. It is far from uncommon to hear him rambling on a subject that no one really cares about.
As much as Bailey is generally happy, he is just as lazy. He could be quite intelligent, but he lacks the drive to try hard enough to actually show his capabilities. Instead, he can come off as a bit of a knob and/or a slacker. He is pretty easy going, and most things tend to roll off of him.
Hobbies/ Interests: Socks, skiing, puns, swimming, food, video games.
Job or part time job and description: High school student, working part time at an ice cream store.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Deep sea diving. Ain’t nothin’ natural about lantern fish. Also, Bailey has an irrational fear of sporks. He thinks it may have something to do with a repressed memory from when he was four or five.
Special talents: By birthright, Bailey is a very convincing actor, but he doesn’t tend to act very often. He is also an excellent trumpet player and sings baritone.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Bailey has a good heart, but his laziness tends to take charge in this area. If something is important to fight for, and requires minimal effort, then he’d probably help, but he’s not going to be leading any rebellions.
Mutations
Mutation description: Bailey is an
adapted human.
Strengths: complete null within a six foot radius.
Weaknesses: no mutant powers.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Strength: moderately strong, but no more so than anyone else of his age and weight category.
Speed: a little faster than other people his age.
Reflexes: pretty poor, actually.
Stamina: decent.
Flexibility: not very flexible.
Fighting Style: Nullify your powers and hope you’re not packing. If attacked directly, he'd be far more likely to run and/or hide than to actually try to fight.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: “No powers for you!” Cons: “You… Have a gun? Time to run!”
History Of Your Character
Bailey was born to a good sized family from a mid-sized town in Canada. Growing up as the middle of five boys, he tended to get pushed to the sidelines as far as attention went from his family. So, naturally, his personality formed around trying to get attention from those around him (see: socks, puns).
In school, Bailey didn’t have too many problems. He could pass his classes without putting in too much effort, and that was enough for him. With his lax personality, most kids didn’t pay him much mind, and, of course, mutants never bothered him. Somewhere along the way, he figured out that he had the ability to null powers. WIthout knowledge of Adapteds, he assumed that he was a mutant.
Bailey’s parents were both actors by trade, and worked for the local theatre company, subsidising their funds with jobs in insurance. However, his father was scouted by a large theatre company in New York and offered a position. His mother was not. Needless to say, it caused a large rift in his family when his father took the job. Bailey went with his father to New York with two of his brothers, and his other two brothers stayed in Canada with his mom. He was sort of disgruntled about switching schools, but hasn’t otherwise been too bothered by it.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: A little ol’ site called google.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Juliette Lawson,
Astrid Dubois, and
Natalie Ross
Sample RP: “Have a good night!” Bailey waved to the last customer as they stepped out of the shop. He walked quickly behind them and turned the ‘open’ sign around. He let out a breath as he looked around the shop, realizing that for the first time, he was the only one there.
It was his first time closing, and he’d never been left in the store alone. To be honest, his boss probably wasn’t all that impressed with him. He hadn’t really put in any more than the minimum amount of effort. Which was exactly what he planned to do that night.
He rolled out the yellow bucket on wheels that was filled with soapy water. Bailey dunked the mop in and swirled it around for a moment, singing along with the music playing through the store speakers.
As much as the store was quiet, Brooklyn was not. There was a reason they called it the city that never sleeps. Even at ten past midnight, people never stopped moving.
The mophead moved smoothly across the tile floor, wiping away the dirt that the customers had brought in. He did the visible half of the store and then put the mop away, neglecting to do the back or any hard to get areas.
Bailey then glanced around. Everything that anyone checked for in the morning was done. He was free to go home. He swung his brightly coloured apron over his head and hung it on the hooks behind the counter. Then, he made his way to the door and locked it on his way out.
The air was still warm enough late at night that he didn’t need a jacket, but that didn’t make the fact that he had to walk home any better. He stepped through the afternoon’s puddles and made his way back to the apartment that he, his dad, and two of his brothers shared.
It had been a bit of a weird transition, to be sure. The cramped apartment was vastly different from the huge house they had back in Stratford, but they were making it work. At least, that’s what his dad was always saying. Bailey just needed his brothers to stop hogging the x-box.
There was a noise behind him as he walked, drawing his attention away from his thoughts. There were two people talking loudly, or yelling, rather, slightly down an alleyway off to his left. Bailey stood still for a minute and watched them. There was something… Off about one of the guys. He moved too quickly and his movements were a little too abrupt.
Bailey glanced around and stepped cautiously into the alley. He really didn’t have anything better to do and he had heard about a short cut that way. As he stepped closer, he could see that the first guy wasn’t the only one that there was something strange about. The second guy had slightly orange tinged skin and a tail. They were obviously both mutants.
Bailey sighed, rubbed the back of his neck, and walked up to them. He was just in time, it seemed, to see them raise their fists and start up their powers. As soon as he was within five feet of them, they both stopped and looked around, visibly confused.
“Don’t try anything weird, guys,” Bailey told them. “There’s nothing you can do until I leave.”
The men made eye contact for a brief second and then made a sudden move at the same time. They each grabbed one of his legs and hoisted him into the air.
“Hey!” Bailey yelled, “put me down!”
The two men ignored him and walked over to the nearby dumpster. They dropped him in with calm expressions and then walked away, clearly unbothered by him.
Bailey stood up and brushed himself off, climbing over bags and boxes to get out of the metal container. “I was trying to help!” He yelled after them in a huff. Now he was covered in garbage and he still had to walk home. Oh- but at least his socks were still clean! That was a definite plus.
