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Feb. 2nd, 2014 04:22 pmName: Methy
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Character Name: Bobby Singer
Series: Supernatural
Timeline: 7x22 after he fades away as a ghost
Canon Resource Link: here
Character History: Bobby lived a relatively low-key life growing up. The only son of a abusive alcoholic, he shot and killed his father during dinner when the old man was threatening to snap yet again and beat the hell out of him and his mother over a simple glass of milk that had fallen on the floor. Instead of being grateful, his mother was horrified. So a ten year old Bobby dragged the corpse out to the back and buried him, telling no one what happened.
It's when he learned that sometimes, even when you save people, they aren't exactly happy about being saved.
He met and married Karen, and while they'd been the happiest years of his life - years he hadn't been lonely and cooped up in the house and the old salvage yard - they were tense. She wanted kids. A subject Bobby couldn't bring himself to discuss. If his father had been such a terrific failure, wouldn't he be the same?
Unfortunately Bobby never got to make matters right with her. Before he could apologize, explain, anything at all, a demon possessed his wife. He was rescued by a hunter by the name of Rufus, who helped him deal with the murder and introduced him to the world of hunting.
Fast forward a few years when a young, grieving widower named John Winchester showed up on his doorstep with two small, wide-eyed boys in tow. Bobby Singer was the local expert on monsters and John needed to learn from someone. Bobby immediately took to the boys, trying to give them some sense of normality as they grew up. Instead of gun practice, he'd take Dean to the park. Give the boy a few hours of pretending he was a normal kid.
Bobby did what he could for the boys as they entered the life, providing moral and material support for them as often as he could. He'd go out in the field, but he also knew that he wasn't exactly a kid. Didn't want to slow them down. So when a final hunt claimed his life, he couldn't let go, couldn't pass on to the other side. Sam and Dean needed him and by Christ not even a Reaper was going to keep him from the two boys he loved like his own.
Abilities/Special Powers: He's been a hunter for over twenty years, so his skills in melee combat as well as with conventional firearms could be considered well above average. As the research man for Sam and Dean, he's also well versed at least in fundamental aspects of Enochian magic and spell work. It's not something he likes to resort to, but if needed, he can throw down some basic, but powerful magics. He's also familiar with most of the major classes of both monsters and demons and the rituals required to bind, trap or exorcise them.
His fundamental weaknesses could also be considered his strengths. He demands a great deal of himself, which means he's consistently at the top of his game. It also means that when he fails, he's extraordinarily hard on himself for his inability to protect the innocent or to get the job done .
The failure to save his wife from a demon possession still weighs heavily on his mind, even after nearly twenty years . His fierce love and loyalty to those he calls his own - primarily Sam and Dean - means that he will go to any length to find information they require, or even sacrifice a part of himself to save the boys.
Third-Person Sample: The Impala roared down the driveway, spewing gravel and ton of dust into the air. Bobby growls under his breath. How many times has he bitched at Dean about doing that? Too many to count. The radio blasts Metallica as they tear out, just barely drowning out the sound of Sam and Dean arguing. Typical. Those two can’t go more than five minutes without bitching like an old married couple. But at least they were still talking. It was when they got quiet that Bobby worried.
He had been up since before dawn, going back over the lore and the notes he had gathered regarding the vampire nest. At the last minute he had managed to even get his hands on some dead man’s blood. The stuff smelled awful, but it was toxic to the vampires and the boys needed it on the hunt. The more information and the better armed they were, the better he felt.
Dean and Sam had come thundering down the stairs that morning, sounding like a herd of damn elephants. It’s been like that since they were kids. Bobby couldn’t understand how two hunters who could move like shadows in the field could manage to be so damnably loud in the morning.
A few moments later, Cas stumbled into the kitchen, bleary and rubbing at his eyes like a sleepy child. As much as Bobby liked to bitch at him, he did feel for the guy. He’s an angel who got his ass kicked back into the mortal world without much warning, and for all those weird little mortal quirks he’s had to deal with, he’s done it all without complaint. Bobby respected that.
The smell of coffee still hung in the air as Bobby started packing books back up, shelving them all in their proper place. The boys complained bitterly that they could never find anything, but he preferred it that way. It guaranteed that no one messed with his system. At least Cas knew better and left his things where they belonged. Once the books were shelved and the maps folded away, Bobby sat back and waited.
He stared at the bank of phones set up along his kitchen wall and waited for one of them to ring. If the boys needed him, he’d be there to answer the call.
Still.. he had heard word of a wendigo about two states over. Maybe he’d grab his gear and head out. Sitting for too long and worrying about those three always made him itchy.
First-Person Sample: There’s a muttered curse and a few grumbles] Cell phones ain’t bad enough, now I gotta deal with this crap? Balls. I hate goddamn touchscreens. Christ, you need to talk to somebody, here’s a novel idea – pick up the damned phone.
[Bobby sighs and mutters under his breath, his voice strained.] Sam was always better with this tech crap. God I miss that kid..
DW username: n/a
E-Mail: wiccachick42 AT gmail.com (please screen out)
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Plurk: layla42
Other Characters: n/a
Character Name: Bobby Singer
Series: Supernatural
Timeline: 7x22 after he fades away as a ghost
Canon Resource Link: here
Character History: Bobby lived a relatively low-key life growing up. The only son of a abusive alcoholic, he shot and killed his father during dinner when the old man was threatening to snap yet again and beat the hell out of him and his mother over a simple glass of milk that had fallen on the floor. Instead of being grateful, his mother was horrified. So a ten year old Bobby dragged the corpse out to the back and buried him, telling no one what happened.
It's when he learned that sometimes, even when you save people, they aren't exactly happy about being saved.
He met and married Karen, and while they'd been the happiest years of his life - years he hadn't been lonely and cooped up in the house and the old salvage yard - they were tense. She wanted kids. A subject Bobby couldn't bring himself to discuss. If his father had been such a terrific failure, wouldn't he be the same?
Unfortunately Bobby never got to make matters right with her. Before he could apologize, explain, anything at all, a demon possessed his wife. He was rescued by a hunter by the name of Rufus, who helped him deal with the murder and introduced him to the world of hunting.
Fast forward a few years when a young, grieving widower named John Winchester showed up on his doorstep with two small, wide-eyed boys in tow. Bobby Singer was the local expert on monsters and John needed to learn from someone. Bobby immediately took to the boys, trying to give them some sense of normality as they grew up. Instead of gun practice, he'd take Dean to the park. Give the boy a few hours of pretending he was a normal kid.
Bobby did what he could for the boys as they entered the life, providing moral and material support for them as often as he could. He'd go out in the field, but he also knew that he wasn't exactly a kid. Didn't want to slow them down. So when a final hunt claimed his life, he couldn't let go, couldn't pass on to the other side. Sam and Dean needed him and by Christ not even a Reaper was going to keep him from the two boys he loved like his own.
Abilities/Special Powers: He's been a hunter for over twenty years, so his skills in melee combat as well as with conventional firearms could be considered well above average. As the research man for Sam and Dean, he's also well versed at least in fundamental aspects of Enochian magic and spell work. It's not something he likes to resort to, but if needed, he can throw down some basic, but powerful magics. He's also familiar with most of the major classes of both monsters and demons and the rituals required to bind, trap or exorcise them.
His fundamental weaknesses could also be considered his strengths. He demands a great deal of himself, which means he's consistently at the top of his game. It also means that when he fails, he's extraordinarily hard on himself for his inability to protect the innocent or to get the job done .
The failure to save his wife from a demon possession still weighs heavily on his mind, even after nearly twenty years . His fierce love and loyalty to those he calls his own - primarily Sam and Dean - means that he will go to any length to find information they require, or even sacrifice a part of himself to save the boys.
Third-Person Sample: The Impala roared down the driveway, spewing gravel and ton of dust into the air. Bobby growls under his breath. How many times has he bitched at Dean about doing that? Too many to count. The radio blasts Metallica as they tear out, just barely drowning out the sound of Sam and Dean arguing. Typical. Those two can’t go more than five minutes without bitching like an old married couple. But at least they were still talking. It was when they got quiet that Bobby worried.
He had been up since before dawn, going back over the lore and the notes he had gathered regarding the vampire nest. At the last minute he had managed to even get his hands on some dead man’s blood. The stuff smelled awful, but it was toxic to the vampires and the boys needed it on the hunt. The more information and the better armed they were, the better he felt.
Dean and Sam had come thundering down the stairs that morning, sounding like a herd of damn elephants. It’s been like that since they were kids. Bobby couldn’t understand how two hunters who could move like shadows in the field could manage to be so damnably loud in the morning.
A few moments later, Cas stumbled into the kitchen, bleary and rubbing at his eyes like a sleepy child. As much as Bobby liked to bitch at him, he did feel for the guy. He’s an angel who got his ass kicked back into the mortal world without much warning, and for all those weird little mortal quirks he’s had to deal with, he’s done it all without complaint. Bobby respected that.
The smell of coffee still hung in the air as Bobby started packing books back up, shelving them all in their proper place. The boys complained bitterly that they could never find anything, but he preferred it that way. It guaranteed that no one messed with his system. At least Cas knew better and left his things where they belonged. Once the books were shelved and the maps folded away, Bobby sat back and waited.
He stared at the bank of phones set up along his kitchen wall and waited for one of them to ring. If the boys needed him, he’d be there to answer the call.
Still.. he had heard word of a wendigo about two states over. Maybe he’d grab his gear and head out. Sitting for too long and worrying about those three always made him itchy.
First-Person Sample: There’s a muttered curse and a few grumbles] Cell phones ain’t bad enough, now I gotta deal with this crap? Balls. I hate goddamn touchscreens. Christ, you need to talk to somebody, here’s a novel idea – pick up the damned phone.
[Bobby sighs and mutters under his breath, his voice strained.] Sam was always better with this tech crap. God I miss that kid..
