My character's name is Bob. Bob is a mellow, apatehtic guy. He comes from a small little family that lives right next to the dump. Bob's Dad was a sewer Monster and his mom was a dump dweller. Bob grew up on the surface and went to school with all the regular kids in his neighborhood, for the most part he didn't get picked on too much. If the other kids pushed him too far he blew a fuse and went kinda berserk. Bob lives for the most part in solitude. His parents were killed in his late teens from a large stack of flattened cars falling on his house. Ever since then Bob has lived alone.
Bob grew up to work at a software company and delivers the mail from desk to desk. He keeps to himself for the most part. There are a variety of monsters mixed in with normal folks in his world. Due to Bob's passive aggressive nature, he can snap from time to time.
Attributes:
Apathetic
Sarcastic
Passive Aggressive
Lazy
Kinda Funny
Curious
Intelligent
A bit insecure
Easy Going /lackadaisical
Blunt
Toll Booth Story:
It's a pretty good commute from the dump to Bob's office, about 15 miles. Every morning as Bob leaves his quaint little house at the dump, he must pass through an automated toll booth. There is only one booth, a small little rickety box with a bar that raises up and down when the correct amount of change is inserted. On top of the box are two lights, one green and the other red. Upon inserting 35 cents in the basket on the front of the box, the light switches from the red to the green and the bar raises allowing passage. It seems no matter the case every day this little booth gives Bob problems, as if it were conscious and did so on purpose.
As Bob pulls up to the booth one particular morning he realizes that he has no change. Rather than look through his car for treasures buried between the seats, he slowly bumps the bar blocking his way, reverses a little bit, then bumps the bar again. To Bob's excitement the bar begins to raise only to slam right back down. Bob decides to give it a second try, only this time with a bit more force. He backs up a little bit further and rams the bar. The bar pushes back opposite Bob's car but springs back slamming into his car with a bit of a thud. Beginning to become a little frustrated Bob gets out and kicks the machine, as soon as he does so the light turns green and the bar lifts, but as soon as he gets back into his car the bar slams back down. So Bob does the same a second time, quickly sprinting back to the car to try and dash through only to crash into the bar just as it crashes down. Bob, getting frustrated at this point picks up a rock and throws it at the box, this raises the bar and he goes to drive through but the bar crashes down on the hood of his car. At this point Bob is done so he continues forward with the Bar on the hood of the car, it goes but in doing so scrapes a huge line of paint off the car all the way back. Making the most annoying high pitched scraping noise, worse than nails on a chalkboard. Bob doesn't really care once through, puts back on his apathetic face and sets out to make his commute to work.
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