Post by Jackie on Feb 17, 2015 3:20:01 GMT -5
Character Name: James Bishop
Nickname(s): Jim
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 63 Born October 2nd, 2220
Birthplace: Nevada
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Gray
Hair Style: Long/unkempt
Facial Hair: Thick beard (Gray)
Skin Color: White
Build: Lean
Distinguishing Features: Numerous scars and old wounds across several parts of his body.
Profession: NCR Ranger (retired)
Skills: Firearms, survival, subterfuge
Training: Expert tracker and marksman. Adept lock-picker but he's not as fast at it as he used to be. Damn good at operating behind enemy lines without being discovered. Excellent at gathering and recording intelligence. Can whip up some nasty booby traps.
Other Abilities: Still retains very sharp eyesight given his age, though he requires glasses for reading. Used to be quite the fist fighter but his age hasn't done him any favors in that department.
Apparel:
Weaponry: Ranger Sequoia i.imgur.com/AxazM1N.jpg?1, Brush gun i.imgur.com/M09DyfK.jpg?1, hunting knife.
Other Equipment: Simple backpack, ammo belt/holster, canteen, old pipe, container of pipe tobacco, couple small boxes of matches, small first aid kit, compass, binoculars.
Affiliation: Desert Rangers (pre 2271) NCR (Formerly)
Religious Belief: Believes in God but wouldn't call himself a Christian.
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Calm, fairly friendly but also cautious and analytical. Some people find it hard to believe that such a 'nice old man' was a professional killer of men in his heyday. Despite his long history as a ranger, James generally tries to use reason and words to resolve tense situations before resorting to violence, that being said, if it does come to that you can bet he'll try to draw first blood and end the fight before it can really take off. Attempts to stay out of large scale conflicts but will step into matters on a local level to help out his neighbors as he sees fit.
Born in a small town in Northern Nevada, James had the fortune of being raised among the best damn fighting force in the west (or so they boast), the Desert Rangers. Both his mother and father were Rangers, so it was only natural for the boy to be raised to be one himself one day. Unfortunately, James wouldn't get to know his father very well,
