Post by Bob on Mar 24, 2016 20:56:34 GMT -5
Bob "The Bob" Bobsonson
CHARACTER;;
Play-By: Guy Barton
Theme Song:
Name: Bob "The Bob" Bobsonson
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Race: Light Elemental
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: USA
Marital Status: Divorced
PHYSICAL;;
Description: Bob is just a regular 54 year old guy. A bit round, maybe a bit pale. But fairly normal. His aged features may have, at one point, been able to be considered handsome but time hasn't treated him as well as he might've liked. As for his physique, well. He's not 25 anymore but he still enjoys his burgers and pizza and other things that might've killed him if he weren't already riddled with cancer.
Weapons: Bob carries no weapons. Except for his lucky taser!
Apparel: Cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, usually.
Vehicle: No vehicle. He takes the bus or walks, sometimes.
Other: Nothing else.
Stats: All stats starting at 5.
Skills: Mirror Image transformation, Plasmatic orbs, Electricity levels 1 and 2, and Teleportation levels 1 and 2.
MENTAL;;
Personality: Normally, Bob is a lazy guy. But since he has recently learned of his illness, he is determined to live what life he has left to the fullest. Well, he's as determined as someone like him can be. And by living life to the fullest he means visiting the Grand Canyon and staying up late for reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. Bob is just a boring guy, for the most part. But he's fairly clumsy and has just the absolute worst luck sometimes. He acts pretty random but doesn't usually hurt people on purpose.
Likes:
- Burgers
- Pizza
- Steak
- The color blue
- Television. Sit-coms, mostly.
Dislikes:
- Exercise
- Lettuce
- Cancer
Obsession: Hawaiian shirts.
Phobia: Dying of cancer.
Alignment: Neutral
Disposition to the Law: Chaotic
PAST;;
History:
Bob was born in town that wasn't particularly wealthy or important. His father was a coal miner and his mother taught remedial english at the nearby schoolhouse. Bob Jr, his father, had never been a particularly intelligent, wealthy, resourceful, good looking, or at all remarkable man. But he'd gotten Bobbi, Bob's mother (Bob Jr Jr, that is. Not Bob Jr, because that would be weird.) , pregnant one unfortunate, drunken night. So they got married and moved into Bob Jr's grandparents' house who'd been hit by a truck chasing coupons across a busy intersection one unfortunately windy morning just a couple months earlier. Bob's parents fought a lot but at least they didn't hit him too much so he had a relatively ok childhood.
Always having been a fan of baseball because, like Bob, it was pretty boring, the young boy liked to play with other kids from his neighborhood. They'd go out into one of the fields and stage mock games though none of them really knew the rules so it was mostly just tossing the ball around and swing at it with bats in between brawls when they got into arguments over who was out and what the score was. The young Bob liked it though and he wasn't too incompetent at it like he was at pretty much everything else.
One fateful afternoon he was on fire! No, no literally but he was playing pretty ok. For him that meant he'd actually hit the ball. Twice! He was up to bat again when a group of older boys decided to harrass him and his associates. Most of the other kids ran away but but Bob wasn't much of a runner. Even as a small child he'd been rather portly and his health wasn't the very best. They cornered him almost immediately and Bob, seeing no escape, turned around so fast looking for an exit that he actually tripped over his own feet and hit his head on a rock, going into a coma that would last for years.
Bob woke up in a hospital, confused. The nurse fetched a doctor immediately who informed him of what had occurred and that forty years had passed. He'd slept right through his entire life! Bob, now 46, discovered that his medical bills and everything had been paid for by a wealthy uncle who he hadn't even known existed. Apparently, upon said uncle's death, he'd even left him a pretty penny's inheritance. Enough for Bob to find a place to live and keep him in tv dinners for years to come. Having been a pretty boring and lazy individual to begin with, Bob didn't have much trouble adjusting to the life of an old man. He found a small apartment and never left, spending much of the next few years on his couch.
Eventually, Bob found love, marrying a throw pillow with stitching that vaguely resembled a human woman in secret. Unfortunately, their love was not meant to last. She would later leave him for the toaster that had long served him so many delicious poptarts. Naturally, Bob was forced to throw them both in the trash and attempt to move on. He was emotionally devastated but deep inside he was happy that she'd found love and was happy.
Not feeling well, Bob forced himself to visit the hospital. After a couple tests they determined what was wrong with him and the news was not good. He was absolutely riddled with cancer and there was nothing they could do. He had months to live. Bob refused what little treatment they could offer and left the building determined to live life to the fullest.
OTHER;;
Other: No faction, no worship.
