rhettbishop

[rhettbishop]

BRANDON SKLENAR 1923 ‧ Created by Taylor Sheridan

[rhettbishop]

›     my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me.

𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑 (34) — mechanic @ scotts auto body & repair

𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 — bishop, tbc.

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 / 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 — male, he/him

𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 — downtown westport

biography ;

When you’re born into a small area, with no more than a few thousand people residing in the location you grew up, a person can go one of two ways — they can come to loathe the quiet existence and rebel to the city, or they can embrace it and find themselves preferring the isolation. Now, you might wonder where Rhett comes into play here? Well, it’s safe to say he’s the latter of the two. Ever since he was a young child, Rhett Bishop has always embraced Westport, and more specifically, Compo Beach’s environment, with the shore close by, and his sick mother sitting on the porch enjoying the view. Without a father, perhaps that’s one of the reasons he stepped into the role of carer for his mom? Or perhaps it was just his instinct to look after his own. Either way, he did not have the most stereotypical childhood, with a mother who suffered from Leukaemia, and in turn had a nurse on stand by more often than not, and would rather sit outside and look into the abyss that was the ocean than actively taking part in much else. It was the disease, he knew that from a young age, but that didn’t make matters much easier to process. Especially when it came to her death at the age of 18. Barely out of high school, he came home to an unexpected scene, that people warned him was going to happen in only a matter of time. And it was that moment that the innocence and positive attitude left him — instead, focused on the deafening silence within his home. Their home.

Whilst he was left the home he grew up in, he did not foresee himself staying there. It was too hard, despite being unable to admit as such to himself, instead telling himself he’d get more out of renting it out and getting himself a smaller place just off the shoreline. Sure, logically speaking it was a smart business idea, and a sure fire way to keep an income, but that wasn’t going to stop the young man from getting his footing and setting up a life for himself where he needn’t rely on his mother’s death and what had come of it. Instead, he got the qualifications required and in turn became a mechanic at one of the local garage’s just outside of Westport Village — Scotts Auto Body & Repair Shop. First it was an apprenticeship, but soon enough, with the hard work and dedication he put into the company, he found himself managing the place, and now, has since become it's owner, buying it out a few years back. And sure, it filled a whole for a while there, in fact, it more or less did the trick for a further eight years until Rhett was twenty-six years old. But coming home to an empty place, with no real sense of family was getting rather noticeable, especially with the fact that he had always kept himself to himself. Granted, he had women back to his place every once and a while, he was a red blooded male after all — he still had needs. But no, it wasn’t quite measuring up. Not until he secured himself his closest companion, in the form of a rescue Alsatian pup he picked up at the pound. Stupid floppy ears and big brown eyes that wouldn’t stop following him around the room, and a tail that apparently moved more than the rest of him. Soon enough, Rhett was walking out of the centre with a newfound family member; Milo.

It seemed as though as the years went on, Rhett came out of his shell a little more, though he still had that anti-social aspect, and was far more interested in setting Milo on people than actually interacting with them, he had secured himself some pretty firm friendships. Some more meaningful than others, of course. Nonetheless, he did his best. And that much was clearly a turn on with women, the loner mechanic with the dog who just seemed to wonder the streets, a sense of mystery about him, as apparently he had become a bit of a player without ever really intending to. He was honest, they had to give him that, right? Rhett had always told them what he wanted and what they would get out of it, and if they wanted more, than they needed to go elsewhere. Some may perceive it was blunt and arrogant, but in actual fact, that wasn’t really him. He was not the stereotypical asshole that just toyed with women’s hearts to get into their pants until he was done with them, his mother had taught him better than that. It was simply that he was not ready for anything more. Not yet. Hence why the biggest commitment he had ever made was getting Milo, even his apartment was rented, he didn’t own it. And his childhood home was that of his deceased mother’s, so this was not something he had grounding him, as he didn’t even freakin’ live there. So, while you may see the flannel wearing mechanic about town looking pretty simple and small town, he really was the epitome of not judging a book by it’s cover. There was always more to people, and Rhett definitely fit into that category, it was just a case of being patient and paying attention to every chapter along the way.