Post by BOBBY SINGER on Mar 2, 2011 23:51:45 GMT -5
ROBERTSINGER
I really hate your ass right now
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME: Robert Steven Singer
NICKNAME: Bobby
AGE: 54
BIRTHDATE: July 17, 1956
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: hunter | junk yard owner
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM: Jim Beaver
SKIN: Pale
HAIR: Light brown
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 180 lbs.
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Bobby has a bit of a stocky and rounded build , but despite that he can move on his feet when he needs to. He sports a full beard which a long with his hair is slowly turning grayer with each year. Probably thanks to having to deal with all the messes the boys drag themselves into. Despite his age time seems to have been good to him as he doesn't have to many wrinkles . He's also pretty tall for his as well standing only a couple inches shorter than Dean.
Apparel wise Bobby dresses like the grandfather of all outdoorsmen which may or may not have rubbed off onto the Winchester boys. As his wardrobe is also filled with plaid shirts of all kinds. He is also almost never seen without his favorite trucker hat. Even if he never leaves the house or not.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- jack daniels
- trucker hat
- cars
- cooking
- hunting
- collecting artifacts
- Sam & Dean
- pedicures
DISLIKES:
- demons
- idjits
- police (authorities)
- doing a halfass job
- ungratefulness
- angels
- lying to the boys
- being reminded of his age
STRENGTHS:
- patient
- calm
- research
- hunting experience
- weapontry
WEAKNESSES:
- blunt
- grouchy
- temperamental
- older age
- dealing with emotions
FEARS:
- losing the boys
- dying
- causing someone's death
POWERS & ABILITIES:
None besides being smarter than the average idjit
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Bobby doesn't sugar coat anything. He will tell you exactly what he thinks no matter how mean it sounds or how much it may hurt. He believes that telling the truth is much better than telling people what they want to hear. As he thinks people should be well informed instead of being kept ignorant especially when it could keep them alive. He is also known for his temper, but for the most part he can keep it under control. He also seems to lack a sense of humor as he rarely jokes or cracks a smile. He seems to have a bit of difficulty with his people skills thanks to his gruff deposition. Under the grumpy old man he really does care for the Winchester boys even going as far as to consider them as his own sons.
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
HISTORY:
Not much is known about Bobby Singer's past other than he began hunting after his wife was possessed by a demon and he was forced to kill her. He dedicated the rest of his life trying to find answers and began working with fellow hunter Rufus turner. Who was the first to teach him everything about being a hunter the two of them worked along side together until a hunt when wrong and the two of them spilt up. After that he worked by himself for a few years and coming into contact with other hunters. Some of them he befriended and kept on as contacts for whenever he needed help on a job.
Bobby then met John Winchester which began the odd relationship with him and that particular family. He soon became a babysitter to John's two boys Sam and Dean whenever he went out to work a job. Bobby did his best to look after the two boys even though sometimes they drove him up the wall with their constant bickering. But after a while he soon became attached to them. Until one year he and John had a particular heavy argument which was the last time he saw John. In recent years though he has begun to help Sam and Dean on their cases by offering help with research.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS: LEMON
OTHER ACCOUNTS:
- Shiloh Summerland
- Dean Winchester
EXPERIENCE: 1 year+
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: I know how to find anything damnit.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Shiloh had pulled her car over at a highway rest stop as she was in need of a break from all the driving she had done in the last seven hours of her trip. She had no trouble finding a spot to park as this particular stop was pretty much void of human activity, which did not bother her. It meant less people to deal with, especially those groups of family that pretty much let their kids loose after trapping them in the car for hours it was a nightmare to deal with. She killed the car's engine and released her seat belt so she could reach into the back seat of her car groping around blindly for a few moments. Finally feeling the map she had stuffed back there she opened the door of her car, she snag her coat on her way out as well.
Stepping outside of the car she was hit by a brisk breeze, which stung something bad. Especially since she had chosen to wear short sleeves, smart move there Summerland she grumbled to herself about her poor choice in attire for the day. Sticking the map between her teeth she quickly shrugged the jacket on taking pleasure in feeling the warm wool lining shielding her from the cold. Once ready to battle the Colorado Mountain wind, she shut the car door with her foot and made her way over to an empty picnic table.
She could have checked the map in the car, but she felt like she needed some fresh and walk around a bit before her butt and legs fell asleep on her from lack of circulation. Which she unfortunately had happened to her before during a painfully long trek across the states, since then she learned to take break whenever she could. She jumped nimbly on the table's bench and sat down on the table top making sure to keep her car in sight. She was quite protective of her car, which was a red 1976 Camaro, still in its prime and in cherry condition. It was her baby; she kept it clean and well oiled and anyone who tried to even put a scratch on it would end up with a broken wrist if she caught them.
After scouting to make sure she was definitely alone and there was no emanating threat to her car she turned her attention to the map in her hands. Folding it over a few times so it wouldn't rip or get snatched out of her hands thanks to the wind she retraced her trail on the colored lines of the map. Soon enough she was absorbed into a world of multicolored lines and blotches as she tried to find her current position on the map, and from there calculate which direction she would been to take to hit her destination.
