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[u][b]Name[/b][/u]
Robert "Bob" Harper

[u][b]Age[/b][/u]
42

[u][b]Gender[/b][/u]
Male

[u][b]Ethnicity/Nationality[/b][/u]
Bob's family tree is painted in just about every imaginable variation of [color=papayawhip][i][b]white[/b][/i][/color].
 
[u][b]Physical Description[/b][/u]
It is said that some "Age like wine" and grow more comely with age, whereas others "Age like milk" and the opposite is true. Neither can be applied to Bob, who has always been kind of dumpy and fat-faced. The beard he grows is thin and a lighter shade of blonde than on his head, so he has remained clean-shaven for nearly thirty years, save for a three-month long mustache experiment after his divorce. He is notably short for a man -- a few inches over five feet -- though his wide shoulders and stocky frame keep him from being a completely laughable security guard. He has round, soft features and squinty blue eyes. His hair is the color of hay, and is usually combed to either side to hide a small pink patch growing at the top of his scalp. He has a pretty forgettable face, and has been described on at least five separate people as "Looking Mormon". Without his uniform, he's a balding posterboy for the clothes sold at Target and Gap. With it, he's at least [url=http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/110127/Brendan-Gleeson-Guard_240.jpg]color coordinated[/url].

[u][b]Psychological Profile[/b][/u]
Bob has as much tunnel-vision as, well, some kind of tunneling mole. I'm not a zoologist. Bob's life has been largely unexceptional, save for one piece of his past he is trying to reclaim: Tony. Though his son hasn't been gone for the legally mandated seven years to assume a missing person is dead, the case has been just as cold as the day it was first reported. Whether out of genuine belief in his son being alive or delusions created to subconsciously protect himself are uncertain to most, but Bob's assurance he will be reunited with his son has remained unwavering all the same.

Psychologically speaking, this is unsurprising. Bob was born to two unintelligent parents in a poor household, married the girl he got pregnant in his senior year of high school, [i]divorced[/i] the girl he got pregnant in his senior year of high school, raised the son he had from a failed marriage, lost him, and has now worked in a dead-end field for decades from job to job. Bob doesn't have an interesting life with things to fixate on, and like others who are born into emptiness, Bob has constructed an identity for himself through his missing son; He believes he has been given his shitty life as a moral test (Some of this belief extends into his Catholic upbringing), and that his role as a [i]Guard[/i] of [i]Security[/i] probably means something important.

He is always the first to give a bum on the sidewalk a dollar, will always ask wobbly old people if they need help with their groceries, and so on. Aside from his role as some sort of vaguely karmic cosmic justiciar to make up for his lack of a life, Bob doesn't have that much going for him. He's aware of the unlikelihood of Anthony being alive, but his strong faith in karma and remaining vigilance on forums keep him on the path he's chosen. He strongly believes people reap what they sow, and as such, has tried to sow nothing but good in order to one day reap a son.

[u][b]History[/b][/u]
Bob was born in Erie, Pennsylvania, a town known for its scenic lake, lack of jobs, and abundance of heroin. Often affectionately referred to as "The Mistake by The Lake", Bob grew up with the same life as most lower-middle class suburban white kids in the 80's. One year he was really into Michael Jackson's discography and grabbing his crotch while he danced, and another, he wore a lot of Aerosmith shirts and bandannas. His love for bikes as a child transferred into a love for motorcycles as a teenager, and his first real [i]dream[/i] would be to become the first Erieite to win the PA Moto-Tournament. Unfortunately, his dream would have to wait, as Bob became a father at the age of 18, and later married his son's mother in a thinly-veiled shotgun wedding. Bob and Carolyn would have difficulty settling into married life and dealing with parenthood, especially with Bob's small-town belle of a wife feeling Bob was [i]beneath[/i] her in a way, though Bob's discomfort remained only on the surface: He had a son whom he loved, and more importantly, he had Carolyn. The three had six relatively peaceful years. Carolyn would serve Bob breakfast, Bob brought home a paycheck, and Tony watched cartoons. After six years, that would change, and Bob found himself being served with divorce papers and a note wishing him "[i]All the best[/i]".

Bob wanted to throw himself into depression, and why wouldn't he? He had lost the wife he had only gained through the intervention of an angry father and physically peaking in high school, and he was left with a son who he loved, but acted as a huge financial burden nonetheless. Faced with succumbing to his misery or rising to the occasion, Bob threw himself into parenting his son, encouraging him to express his feelings often and fostering a love of music and art in him at an early age. He was something of a helicopter parent, but he was a [i]good[/i] one, and in a way, that felt like it made up for losing his wife. This period of life is usually the timeframe for any of Bob's stories he precedes with "Back when things were [i]good[/i]", and is the most cataloged in Bob's album of photos.

Six years ago, that period ended as well, when Bob received the second goodbye note of his life, which was coincidentally [i]also[/i] completed with a remark wishing him "All the best." Tony, who had since grown into an extremely skilled guitar player, left Bob and Erie for Helstrümm and Norway. Whether Tony chose a Satanic metal band known for their cult-like following to anger his fairly Catholic father is unknown, but it [i]is[/i] known that the band never performs, and only ever releases LP's through their website. Though the name Tony signed his note with is the name credited with their guitar (Kilroy Gnash), Bob has no way of seeing or finding his son, and is currently looking for an "in" to finding out more of them by hanging out at death-metal music stores in the town that has now become his neighborhood: Chesapeake Bay, Baltimore.[/hider]