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hcark · 2 years ago

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(aaron taylor johnson, he/him, spirit warrior) to BISHOP PENDRAGON, the whole world looks like an open page. with a leap of faith, their ability of SOUL MANIPULATION grows a little stronger. they’re pledged to the HOUSE OF BELTRAN to defend the enchanted lands of cagliostro with their SOUL-BOUND BRASS KNUCKLES / GAUNTLETS. for THIRTY-FIVE years, they have survived a world of magic with both their PERCEPTIVENESS and EGOCENTRICITY. they work as a OWNER OF SOULFUL BOO-TIQUE, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to REPENT LIKE THE IDIOT HE IS BECAUSE HIS STUPID RUSE GOT-GOT.

DOSSIER .

Born into the well renown Pendragon family, it was expected of Bishop to follow his ancestor’s footsteps throughout life. Yet with the presentation of magic outside of the Fraser vein instilled slight unease among the community. To have sway over the very core of the living wasn’t exactly natural. But he proved to be rather proficient with his skills, and was nothing but devoted to strengthen his powers for the good and righteous. Thus many were keen to overlook the descent into expanding — so long as no harm would come to the denizens.

And perhaps things would’ve stayed that way if the chance of fate hadn’t twisted decades later.

The birth of Rook was nothing but a joyous occasion. He, for two ( grandma Pendragon was and will forever be the first ), adored his little brother to the end of earth and back. Any of the faults he blundered through was passed along as tokens of wisdom. Any shadowy nightmares feared was pummeled right through ( as was the start to understanding how soul-bound weapons worked ).

All in all, he was there for his brother come hell or high water.

Even when he was to be married to his arranged betrothed and moved away. Even when he found an impossible quest that would surely secure his intended position as head of Beltran and trained day in, day out. Even when whispers of how scarce survival is for anyone that dared to undertake such a feat spread across the lands like wildfire.

Even then, he promised to come to Rook’s aid when needed.

Except what came back wasn’t exactly him.

See, Bishop knew that his chances of survival was slim to none. All of the spectral participants were masters of the event. He, on the other hand, only had his set skills and wits. So in order to help even out the field, he did the unthinkable. Something that would’ve perhaps made their parents proud. A deal with the dimension witch was struck. Double the extent of his powers and get him the right connection to enter the hunt for a sliver of his very own soul; a part of him that would never be returned.

Damning as it was... it worked.

Where Bishop had failed prior, he managed to summon the right spirit to communicate with. Said spirit happened to be none other than a barghest that had been born into the grand hunt. They struck up a deal that very night. The barghest would let him participate in the upcoming hunt as a test, but he would have to be the victim. Being hunted throughout the night felt like an eternity, but he managed to stay alive until the brink of dawn. True to his word, Bishop was able to participate in the future hunts. Yet the rest of the hunters still wanted to test his capability.

When the next hunt rolled around, Bishop helped the hunters and hounds on their quest to to kill the unfortunate victim. This time the hunt ended in bloodshed, but it was a celebratory cause for them. One of the riders came forth and offered him a leg of the slain human. Unbeknownst to most, said leg is always cursed. Fortunately, he had been wiser than most, and tricked the rider by asking for salt. Unable to give such a thing along with the leg, the rider was forced to keep the prize. Thus, saving him from being slain in turn.

With the impossible feat completed, he strode back home with the arrogance of the mighty. Because that’s what he was then — mighty. Mighty enough to have bested the hunt twice and outwit the spectral masterminds, but not enough to garner the one thing he so desperately wished to obtain.

To be head of Beltran was passed along right before his greed soaked eyes.

Right into the hands of his dear little brother. Devastated and enraged, Bishop let the hatred fester in silence. He was no fool — it wouldn’t do him any good to trample around and raze a path straight through. It was his brother, after all — part of his own shared flesh and blood. And yet, the pull of such knowledge had lessened with the soul willingly given in trade for power. So he plots and schemes in private as the need to grow in strength continues to blind guide him.

MISC. INFO .

Another attempt at the hunt took place right after Rook was decreed as the Beltran head. Instead of boasting about a flawless execution, Bishop had been cursed by a fallen victim’s lover shortly after. Said curse forced him to shift into the wolf like beasts he rode with whenever he was set out to kill. Devastated by how horrific of a being he turned into, he left behind the hunt and went out to find a way to break the curse. It took a handful of years, but Bishop managed to get some help through the various connections he formed. The two of them had tried just about every single trick in the book until they were left with one choice. Kill the being that cast the curse in the first place. It should have resulted in a complete break of the curse, but Bishop was still left with some attributes of a bloodthirsty beast.

He’s a mega bitch and is pointedly pleasant at best.

Still loves his grandmother and brother to some amount. It’s just... really twisted now :^)

If Bishop needs to find the soul for a particular deceased then that’s where Luther comes in. As a barghest, Luther is able to guide and/or hunt wandering souls. So, as long as another entity didn’t eat, or take, the wanted soul then Luther is able to retrieve it for him.

UPDATE .

At surface level, the deal made with the Dimension Witch is simple. The power Bishop sought in trade for a piece of his soul. If he was to ever return the power to the Dimension Witch, his portion of soul would be returned. Though he thought he’d been thorough, there was a condition overlooked. If the power is returned, all experience gained in magic and memory will be given to the Dimension Witch. Meaning, he would forget everything that happened subsequent the deal.

Seeing as Bishop recently returned the enhanced power, he has forgotten everything since the initial deal. He doesn’t remember the pain he’d inflicted on Rook or the lies he spread during his short reign over Beltran. All he remembers is the last quest he survived and is severely confused over the conditions in Selphia.

CONNECTIONS .

Best friend that made an oopsie ( 0/1 ) — aka the person that tried to help him break that beastly curse. Again, it should’ve worked, but here Bishop is.... still sharp fanged and wicked clawed whenever he gets intensely angry.

Clients of the Soulful Boo-tique — Anyone with a sense of fashion and high counts of DOLLAR PHILS comes by these doors. Soulful Boo-tique where the high-end selections of clothing are boundless and fashion comes from the soul. ( Yes this started as a front to convince people he’s totally normal and not scheming things, but he actually does really like fashion ).

Clients of the damned — Listen to the right people and a ticket to the resurrection of a lost one can be found at Bishop’s doorstep. He offers services for anyone to communicate with the dead so long as they offer adequate payment. Make no mistake, though. This is very much a monkey’s paw ordeal and he feels no remorse for those foolish enough to tamper with those that have passed. Any distortion of the body or soul isn’t his problem. And, no, he won’t help them get out of the mess.

#cag: intro #* & bishop pendragon — convo .#* & bishop pendragon — inspo .#* & bishop pendragon — headcanon .#// i'll come up with a graphic laaater

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