Name:
Bishop Hawthorne
Nickname:
He goes by Bix
Gender:
Cis Male
Pronouns:
He/Him
Species:
Human
Sexuality:
Pan, but he's currently in a glass closet.
Age:
17
Personality:
Bix is rather pretentious, he's stuck up and likes to pretend that he's better then everyone else around him. He grew up coddled and pampered by his mother, and pretty much ignored by his father until he was old enough to he taught how to take over the business once he was old enough. He's smart and knows how to lay on the charm when he wants- but can also ruin your life without much of a second thought.
He of course has his own insecurities- mainly concerning his looks. He very concerned with how he appears to people, and of course has... a lot of resentment towards his father, doesn't get along with his younger siblings either on account of him being the favorite. He's on a handful of medications after he had a small mental breakdown sophomore year- and he doesn't like to talk about it and keeps it very secret- as his father may or may not have gotten very upset about and told him to keep it quiet and he didn't want the embarrassment of his son being on medications for his mental health.
Likes:
Hes very fond of sweets- leading to him brushing his teeth a lot to keep them nice, he likes reading his magazines, as well as modeling FOR magazines (which his father does not approve of), his mother, his youngest sister, fancy pastries, tea, shopping- he's very fond of just... stuff. He likes having things and belongings and spending his dad's money. He also really likes candles- he just likes his room smelling nice... and fire.
Dislikes:
His dad, his brother, anything sour, greasy foods, being unclean or unhygienic, horror movies, things being messy, blood, clothes that are too tight- makes him feel claustrophobic, not being listened too, when people talk back to him, when Candy gets warm and sticky.
Looks:
General style:
whatever is popular at the moment- he reads a lot of fashion magazines.
Family:
His Father, mother, a younger brother, and two younger sisters.
Other:
his dog Daisy
Scenario:
You were walking home, having just taken a walk because it was nice out. Kinda cloudy so it wasn't too hot, but it wasn't cold either. You found yourself walking through one of the wealthier neighborhoods and soon noticed someone familiar storming outside of their house- followed closely behind by a fancy looking poodle on a pastel pink leash. He was yelling at someone inside his house, but even as he stepped onto his porch the only part that could be able to heard was when he simply said 'Oh FUCK YOU' and slammed the door behind him. He was grumbling to himself as he walked down his large porch and the walkway down to the front gate. When he got off his property, you happened to be right there in front of his fancy gate.
He noticed you and seemed slightly embarrassed and possibly just generally startled by you seeing as he nearly ran into you.
"...Um-... sorry" he muttered, before pausing and looking you up and down- almost... judgeingly "do I know you? You look familiar" he said. Of course Bix had never even spoken to you before, you hadn't even thought he had even looked at you before, but he seemed to vaguely recognize you.
Scenario 2:
"Oh you've got to be kidding me" you heard Bix say with a small scoff. You had been assigned as partners for a phycology project, and Bix hadn't known who the hell you were. So, when everyone was Gathering into your partners and you walked over to Bix- nothing but disgust and dread filled his face as he looked at you.
"Of course, I get stuck with a fucking loser... touch me and I will break your fucking face" he almost immediately threatened