Sex: Male.
Age: 25
Physical Appearance: Bobby isn't a tall guy, just a height of 5'6, and a weight of 150 lbs. He's got nothing special going on with his body, no abs (sorry ladies) or sight of any sort of attractive muscle build up. He's a sort of lean guy, fat equally spread along his body, so people can't say much. He likes to wear a double-breasted suit in the combination of a red dress shirt, solid black jacket and black tie to match.
His black hair is kept short, out of his clean shaven face, and his slightly tanned body. His dark brown eyes are easy to spot from his circular glasses. Whenever he's out on a mission, he wears the gas mask, because it has the same lenses as well…and it looks cool. (Plus the fact that strangers can’t identify him to the police)
Strengths:
- Great team player - Works well with teams and communicating with people
- Understanding - Able to understand different people's personality and intentions
- Handgun Proficient – Able to aim well, shoot, reload, and use attachments for handguns proficiently.
- Quick Thinker – Able to gather the details of a situation quickly and act accordingly.
Weaknesses:
- Pussy - Often scared out of his wits whenever he spots a monster.
- Little strength - Won't hold his own in a 1 vs 1 fight of strength. (unless he has a gun)
- Little to No Combat Experience – Hasn’t had any real combat experience…
Personality
Bobby isn’t your calm, cold, calculating guy. He’s an extrovert, enjoys talking to people and communicating with them. Hell, he’s sociable! Bob’s normally a laid-back low strung kind of guy until he’s scared. Then he’s a little high-strung and afraid, which is pretty much all the time, he’s a good guy! Really! He’s more charismatic then what people take him for. I mean sure, he swears a bit more then average should, but I guess you probably would if you're scared of monsters and found out the're REAL.
You’d never think Bob would be hunting monsters once you know him though. You'd think "desk-job guy" if you have that oppurtunity.
No, though he had came to A.S.C.O it was, he was forced by the family legacy.
Equipment
Bobby has a lot of guns that are in his possession (mainly because he can’t do shit without them) and knows how to use them pretty well.
His primary weapons would be two Glock 20’s, a fair gun with standard power, good firing capacity, tricked out with suppressors and red laser sights.
Bob also has two more wildcard weapons: One of them a Glock 18 varient with an extended magazine to fit 40 9mm FMJ rounds with an equipped silencer and fully automatic capabilities.
The second one is the granddaddy of all pistols. The Mark XIX Desert Eagle or more primarily known as the powerhouse of all pistols to be and existing ones. This specific model loads .357 magnum rounds and as expected has a powerful kick.
Bobby also has one more last weapon up his coat for worst case monster-eating-face-scenario. A handheld sawed off shotgun which loads scattershot shells. (You know, the kind that goes BOOM and you get a pattern of pellets in someone’s body?)
Now we have some basics to bring along as well. An extra magazine for each of the guns mentioned above (slugs for the shotgun) and a cellphone because seriously you NEED a cellphone.
Oh yeah, he also has that gas mask as well, which helps for anominity, sight (it has lenses for his near sight) and whenever someone decides to fart in a room.
On an entirely unrelated topic, learning how to sew shitty coat pockets on a $400 double breasted jacket, so you can fit gun after gun, weigh about 20 pounds heavier, and feel like an NRA piñata?
It’s a really, really good feeling.
History
Born in a New York suburb, being the only boy with five sisters, he was raised up particularly well. His father was never short on money (God only knows how) and did all the things a good father does: Christmas’s, Birthday’s, Thanksgiving, Church.
Very early, his father introduced his son and daughter into the range to get them interested in guns and Bobby had an instant liking to them. This liking to guns always grew up along with Bob, while his fear of being killed had been growing as well.
When he became older and reached the age of 18, his father told him everything, about how he was a monster hunter working for A.S.C.O, and wanted him to do the same. When Bobby proclaimed he was full of shit, his father brought out a werewolf (in its cage) hit it with a stick and let his son see the snarling disgusting beast for himself.
Unfortunatly Bobby said no even though he believed him. He wanted to be a stock broker.
A massive fight ensued, his father worried about the “Estacado” legacy which son after son has followed suit, and Bobby proclaiming ever so proudly his dream to be a stock broker.
Seven years after, when Bobby was heading back to his Bentley after the markets closed, (Being a Successful stock broker and all that)the car exploded into a fiery inferno.
Picking himself up from the floor because of the shockwave of the explosion he had received an angry text from his dad claiming he had been the one to blow up his car
Unfortunately his father had appeared to be drinking last night and had gone on a organized bout of drunken rage. (Matter of fact he was still drinking then at a hotel.)
Even though some of Bobby’s sisters had gone into the A.S.C.O his father just wanted his son to do the same. Perhaps he thought he’d be saving his son from a life of boredom and that one day they might drink and share tales of monster killings with each other. The more likely reason though was that A.S.C.O found out he told a non-member.
When had gotten to his home there were directions and a gas mask on the table to A.S.C.O. At the end of the note it said to bring all the guns that he could and that the gas mask was outfitted with lens for his myopia.
How considerate of his father.