#aidanbishop

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Jake Weary

full name: Aidan Michael Bishop

nickname(s) / goes by: Aidan

pronouns & gender: He/Him, Cis man

sexuality: Heterosexual

birth date: October 30, 1992

birth place: Austin, Texas

arrival to merrock: November 2024

housing: Downtown

occupation: Unemployed

work place: N/A

family: Michael & Caroline Bishop (parents), two siblings, Kennedy Warren (cousin)

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

A contrarian at heart, being told that he can't or won't do something is a surefire way to motivate Aidan. It's how he broke his arm climbing a tree that his sister said he'd never make it up. It's how he got stuck dating Janice Morgan for the entirety of ninth grade, all because his mom disliked her. There's nothing that he won't do to prove a point, even when said point is fundamentally wrong. Stubborn as a bull, he'll flare his nostrils and dig his heels in further, no matter how hard he's pushed. At the same time, Aidan carries a lot of pensive energy, giving off the vibe that he's judging each iota of movement around him -- which he is. He's polite enough to keep his mouth shut around strangers, but he's ruthless with family and hard on friends. He'll call it tough love, others might say he's a bully, but to-may-to, to-mah-to!

WRITTEN BY: B (she/her), PST.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: none.

To Aidan, life is a gamble, and he's in it for the long con. Every opportunity is a fresh start, a do-over, a chance to roll the dice again and see where the chips may fall. Unfortunately for him, though, Lady Luck rarely looks his way. He's survived countless bad investments (clubs, bars, a kitschy boutique that his then-girlfriend just knew she could fix up!), all encouraged by shitty friends who had even shadier connects. A short-lived motocross career awarded him with more hospital bills than trophies, and there's no forgetting the crash-and-burn band that cracked under the pressure of social drama before their lack of skill could ever catch up to them. Pure disinterest has always been the quickest killer of his ventures. Aidan's lived dozens of lives in his thirty-odd years of existence, and he's never managed to hold onto passion long enough to figure out where to put it before it fizzles out.

Unsurprisingly, he's backed himself into another devastating corner. A petty attempt at insurance fraud (arson isn't as slick as they make it seem on TV), and too many people wanting a piece of him had Aidan hightailing it out of Texas for the first time in his life, chasing the grapevine rumors that his cousin had settled in Merrock. It's a half-baked plan, and the sting of failure is fresh enough to keep Aidan in a sour mood, but he's hinging all his hopes on the chance that Kennedy's held onto some of that Southern hospitality, and won't mind putting him up for a few… well, a while. Beating out the snow on the drive to Maine in his crappy pickup truck has to be a good omen, at least, right?

Aidan's phone has been ringing off the hook. Friends are scrambling to locate him and family members are asking where he'll be for the holidays, but he's doing his best to block it all out. Hell, after growing up as the relatively invisible middle child in his household, it should be easy. His older brother is poised and set to inherit Bishop Ranch within the next few seasons, while his baby sister is flouncing through the pageant circuit in a stunning imitation of their estranged aunt's glory days. And his parents? They haven't called once, and he doesn't expect they will. Not until his mom realizes how long its been since he made a withdrawal from the family's bank account. From where he's at now, the solace of relative anonymity in Merrock is looking pretty damn good to Aidan.

[joshlane]

merry christmas, friends!

@derekberrera, @aidanbishop, @levibrandt, @theobrowningfd, @lcrcmcrie, @mikeyhartman, @xjaylahopkins, @elisequinn, @oliverxsutton, @treywright, @yoon-nyeon, @alicezhaox, @seraxpollard

I hope that your Christmas Day is finding you all well, maybe with stuffed bellies and a full mug of cocoa in front of you, feet up, watching a Christmas Story. To make your day a little hollier and jollier, I am gifting everyone a Christmas tree sweatshirt, a gift box with all sorts of festive favorites, and of course... a Maine stocking ornament, so whether you are a local, or new to town, you can be a Mainer like the rest of us. Happy Holiday!

-- Josh

[sunnynardelli]

🎄✨ Merry Christmas, everyone! ✨🎄

This year, I wanted to spread a little extra love and warmth with a few special gifts to brighten your holiday season. For the wonderful women in my life, I hope the necklaces and candles bring some sparkle and serenity into your days. To the men, I’ve put together a self-care kit because you deserve to unwind and take care of yourselves too! And of course, I couldn't forget everyone else—I've got some delicious cookies and a little liquor to keep the good times rolling, plus a fun toaster bath bomb for that perfect holiday relaxation moment.

May your Christmas be full of joy, laughter, and all the things that make this season so special. Here’s to good friends, great memories, and making every moment count!

Sending love and cheer your way—enjoy the gifts and have an amazing holiday.

Sunny

Gifts sent to Livvy, Kennedy (+Aidan), Cage & Cordelia, Lucie, Sam, Gabby, Lena, Chetan, Laura, Bryan, Tasha, Rafael, Jake, Theo.

@docolives @kennedyxwarren @aidanbishop @cagenewman @cordelianewman @yoon-nyeon @gabbyellison @lenavaz @chetang @lcrcmcrie @bryanxlawrence @tashamadams @rafaelcb @jake-fieldsrp @theobrowningfd @lucie-newman

[docolives]

merry christmas, friends!

@sloaneloise, @aidanbishop, @tessaxcolette, @xsylcuenco, @xwesjames, @xcorikhang, @sunnynardelli, @cordelianewman, @monixoconnor, @elisequinn, @kennedyxwarren, @irisxanthe

Merry, merry Christmas to some of the best people that I know, whether we work together, hang out all the time, only see each other now and then, or anything in between, I appreciate you more than you know. The ceramic trees are made by me, I've been working on them all autumn and winter long to be sure to get enough made, fired and painted before the holiday! Then you can choose between a necklace or a tie pin, depending on what you most want, and either a brewing company hoodie, or a Christmas tree cake sweatshirt (the real winner). I hope you all have an amazing holiday!

xo Livvy

[savstone-rp]

Who: @nessagates & @aidanbishop Where: Anchor's Away When: December 13th, 2024

Anchor's was dead dead, which was a gut punch to the pockets because she could've sworn last year this time she was raking it in with the Larries from the wharf, freshly 21'ers tossing over far too much for a shitty Marg, hell even Jasper with a G, who Sav found the most pleasure in terrorizing wasn't spending his mysteriously earned checks over at the Dart board tonight. Instead at some point, around 10 pm she gave up entirely, the snow that was falling in droves lit up the surroundings more than the neon open sign. How many pre-prepped gross green Grinch themed drinks for tomorrow's Winter Market kick-off mixed to the least perfection (pawned off stupidly to her to concoct) flowed later with the two sole patrons she'd never seen but for tonight—perched over the haphazardly Garland decorated Pool table, "Oh my God, dude. This is like the what, your fourth try, " she shot a questioning look to the other blonde for confirmation, "you're shootin' blanks my dude. Take 'em off. Are you a tighty whities guy? Aww, it's warm in here..."

[merrock]

WELCOME TO MERROCK, AIDAN BISHOP!

Aidan (he/him, cis man) was born on October 30, 1992 in Austin, TX and arrived to Merrock in November, 2024. They prefer to be called Aidan, and their stomping grounds are the downtown area. (Jake Weary; B | he/him | PST). FILLING CONNECTION: Kennedy Warren's cousin.

Hello, B, welcome to Merrock! We are so excited to see Aidan here in town. Please check out our WELCOME BROCHURE, and be sure to submit your account within 48 hours, and your finished bio within one week. Thank you! xx

OOC INFO: B (30, she/her, PST)

face claim: Jake Weary

full name: Aidan Michael Bishop

nickname(s) / goes by: Aidan

pronouns & gender: He/Him, Cis man

sexuality: Heterosexual

birth date: October 30, 1992

birth place: Austin, Texas

arrival to merrock: November 2024

housing: Downtown

occupation: Unemployed

work place: N/A

family: Michael & Caroline Bishop (parents), two siblings, Kennedy Warren (cousin)

relationship status: Single

filling connection: Kennedy Warren's cousin

[docolives]

WHO: Livvy & @aidanbishop

WHERE: Harmony Ranch, countryside

WHEN: late November, 2024

No matter how much of a Merrockite she was at heart, it still took a little bit of adjusting when the cold weather rolled in. Livvy found herself adding a few extra minutes to every morning's routine, just to lounge under the warmth of her blankets, or add a little extra heat to her shower. And eventually, when she was ready to head out the door to work, it was with extra socks on her feet (the heels were long gone at that point, Doctor Livvy wore boots in the fall and winter), and a warm coat covering her body. And on the days that she worked at the barn, there were leggings and gloves and any number of layers that kept her a little extra warm. That particular afternoon, she found herself standing in the doorway of the barn, having just opened it up to head inside, surprised to see another person inside. Someone who had maybe gotten lost, or was just exploring the grounds -- that had happened a lot since she had taken over the therapeutic riding program. "Oh, uhm," she took off her gloves, tucking them into her pockets as she stepped inside. "Can I help you?"

[savstone-rp]

Who: @aidanbishop Where: Chandler's (technically the room she is not renting) When: January

Old habits died hard—but the new ones, what was the snarky saying for those? Not that she'd call this a new or an old habit yet but there was definitely some sort of murky waters where the people she'd found recently to release some much needed tension with could fit into a kind of box like that. Aidan exactly that— though their group of three much preferred, as it was. (The bare minimum of a recollection flooding back slowly) Head pounding, almost actually one of the worst headaches she'd had in a while, where her nose felt clogged too, throat scratched and once adjusted to the light, she couldn't even taste last nights everythings. A moment of silence when she came to where she was—Chandlers, er, her temporary room with its bare white walls except for now, the dizzying Christmas lights she'd insisted on putting up— startled when she felt movement, worse, movement pressed hardily against her bare ass. "Oh my god, dude please tell me that's your fucking knee."

[nessagates]

Nessa laughed when she passed over the next shot to Sav, as was her turn, and she missed. She was leagues better than both of her new acquaintances and the evidence was in how she was still dressed up: still in her sweater and skirt, with dark tights to boot, she'd take those off next in case she missed. "I think you both need help," she laughed, but walked over to Sav to help her out of her jeans. Did she really need help? Or was she flirting? Nessa had such a bad radar when girls were flirting with her. Guys were easy, they made it obvious, but girls, she could get caught up in doing it and not even realize. Her fingers brushed the taller girl's midriff as she helped fumble with the buttons. And then it was her turn.

"I guess Mr. Two Left Hands going to be paying for all of this," she said, swishing over back to the pool table when she was through with helping Sav, throwing a look his way. Maybe too much confidence would be her hubris. She took aim, positioned — and missed. "Oh fuck a duck," she swore. There went her tights, she shimmied out of them easy as anything, throwing them onto the corner chair with the rest of the discarded clothes. She didn't mind undressing in front of strangers, after all, her career up until recently had consisted of that, set to music. A glorified stripper, Meredith Rutherford's words haunted her again, but she chased out those mental cobwebs with another shoot back of the gross green drink. "Fuck it. Your turn." She pointed her cue at Aidan. @aidanbishop

It was like they were playing an endless game of musical chairs, the pool table acting as a central buffer as they rotated around it, one by one. Aidan dutifully slotted in on the nearest empty side, settling in to do what he did best: watch. His gaze was steady, unwavering and shameless as Sav did her thing, leaning over the table to assess the game -- and, in the process, granting him a pretty eyeful of her cleavage. But then she was standing again and declaring a proxy, making Aidan roll his eyes and automatically reach for the nearest glass. "Bullshit," he scoffed into the rim, taking a drink that tasted like instant karma. He cringed, making a point to set it far away from himself, a hand raised to wipe any pesky green foam from his mustache. "Are y'gonna try to tell me we put money on this game next, too?"

Maybe he was getting hustled. (Was that possible in a game of strip-anything?) The likelihood shot right up when Nessa had no qualms about subbing in for her fellow blonde, either, but Aidan didn't make another peep of protest. He simply got comfortable, stooping where he stood with his arms folded against the side of the table, poised beside the target pocket. All eyes were on Nessa, and it didn't even take a breath-holding second of tension before the ball was perfectly sunk. Well... shit. A silent huff of amusement had Aidan's nostrils flaring a bit, head shaking as glanced up from the table to look at Nessa again. "Maybe you should give her some pointers," he suggested, innocent as could be. Blue eyes slid over to Sav, brows lifting. "Or a little hands-on help." @savstone-rp

[nessagates]

The command to quit laughing only made Nessa laugh more, her chest puffing out with the laughter. She had driven here under the impression she was going to have one single drink, sober up for a couple hours nursing Shirley Temples and drive home. Not anymore — the car would have to be left as she found an alternate means of getting back to Lupine Lane. But she was having too much fun to care about any of that at all right now. "Wooh!" Nessa clapped and made a big show when Aidan took off his shirt. "Let's go Magic Mike," she said with a cackle, knowing this display was nothing of the sort. Soon enough he'd be down to underwear and she was still fully clothed, sans shoes. "I am so winning," she bragged, with a confident sway. Did her pool skills get better the drunker she got? Maybe. There was some inverse law at play.

Despite her semi-intoxicated state, she noticed the looks exchanged between her newfound friends. There was something about Sav that made her latch onto the blonde from the second she met her. In fact, she had seen her before but never acquainted on a name basis. She had wanted to, but felt somewhat intimidated. Nessa could get that way, mostly with girls, less so with guys. And now she found her gaze bouncing between both half undressed patrons in the bar with her, and she didn't hate the sight. "My pleasure," she said, shuffling over and taking the cue from Sav. She took aim, shot...and the right ball rolled into the pocket. "Oh hell yeah." Another victory. The next shot looked tricky and she wasn't quite sure if she'd make it. Besides, she was adamant to be the last person standing with all her clothes. She handed the stick back to Sav. "You do the next one. Get some practice in." Their hands brushed as she handed over the pool cue. @aidanbishop

"Naw, c'mon, I slipped! Doesn't count," he scoffed in defense, shaking his head and already in the process of lining up his -- fifth? -- next attempt, leaning over the side of the table while his gaze lifted to dart between Blonde and Blonder, eventually sticking to the shorter of the two. "Quit fuckin' laughin' at me." But Aidan was laughing a little despite himself, rumbly and lax after having had one too many, which had certainly been making his pool game suffer. Again, he struck more felt than ball, the stuttering hit make him groan, eyes fully closing for a beat. "Now you can laugh."

He'd already kicked off his boots and shed both his jacket and flannel, quickly running low on modest fabrics to shed. He wouldn't pussy out and count his socks, either (and he didn't want to stand barefoot on Anchor's grody floor, anyhow), but he was too stubborn to be the first to drop trou. So, undershirt it was, leaning his pool cue against the table to pull the white tank off overhead. Aidan wound the fabric between his hands, holding it taught while his wrists rolled and he rounded the table, waiting until he was just near enough to Sav to let it rip, whipping at her backside with a jeering laugh. "You do it, if it's so damn easy." He chucked the tank vaguely in the direction of the table collecting their clothes, continuing to taunt, "Bet you can't." Even if she could, Aidan could think of many worse ways to lose than being the first one to get naked tonight. @savstone-rp