Name: Bobby 'Bo' Crews
Birthday: February 8th, 1991 Job
Weapon: Steeled Running shoes
Summary Characteristics: Quick to flee
Ability: Run away In times of danger, Bobby's speedy escapes are his only weapon
Hone Claws- "To be prepared is the first step in survival."
Hyper Voice- "Sometimes screaming is your best weapon."
Shadow Ball- "Even I have little bit of darkness in my soul..."
Rest- "I need to take a nap...."
History: Bobby was born out in the country side of the regions. Open fields and green pastures as far as the eye could see. He loved it and its simplistic ways. Though, all that changed when his parents divorced when he was 12. Soon Bobby was caught in an everlasting tug-of-war between his mother and father. Constantly being shifted from place to place caused him to develop anxiety symptoms which soon became to much for him to bear. Finding that his parents were more insistent on spiting each other, he found his chance and ran. Taking off at the age of 15 and never looking back. He hasn't heard or seen from them since. From that day on, he's traveling place to place. Surviving and living off of small time jobs. Mostly delivering things due to his natural speed and agility that came along with his species. Still, it wasn't enough for him to find a stable place to settle in.
Seeing that this lifestyle wouldn't keep him alive for much longer, he turned to the darker part of the world. Becoming an errand boy for one of the local gangs. In return he was supplied ample funds to slowly build his life. Now 23 and gaining speed in his life, he opted to pull out of his running job. Though, his boss wasn't all to happy with him trying to leave. Bobby found his hands tied and his neck soon after. Hanging by a rope as the air was slowly draining from him, he saw something crash its way into whatever building they'd drug him to. Through blurred eyes, he saw a creature attack and bite into the flesh of one of the thugs. Soon the room erupted into a blood bath. Bobby taking this chance to wiggle his way free and watch in horror as the thugs were overrun by these creatures he'd soon know as zombies. With the sight before him coupled with the pumping blood in his ears and heart, he could only do what he knew best.
He ran. Taking off as he did before and never looking back. Soon everything began to fall apart. He watched as people became these animals. Devouring each other and any other living thing that was unfortunate enough to be in the area. Finding the world he knew crumble to pieces, he ran as far and as fast as his legs would carry him.
Silently praying they'd take him away from this growing nightmare.
Personality: Easily frightened and quite jumpy. He is often friendly and willing to help, albeit his shaking knees and sweaty palms.
Hobbies: He loves running. Though, he can often be found climbing things and seating himself on them. He has a passion of tinkering, though he isn't that good at it.
Likes: Enjoys quiet, peaceful momentshelps him forget how messed up the world is
Taking nice relaxing runs Where it is safe.
Climbing up trees or any structure that he can scale.
Dislikes: Being held down.
Loud spontaneous noises. Makes him jumpy
Others intruding on his run time.
Extras: His weapon(s) are his sneakers. Fixed with strips of metal and spikes, he prefers to aim for shins and knees when fighting. Believes in disabling his enemy so he can escape. Though, his shoes being metal, he has to move quite carefully as to not alert anyone to his presence when sneaking.
- It seems that Bobby has finally broken his shell. Now loaded with mroe self confidence, he's not afraid to dive into the fray to get what he needs to survive.
Theme songs: Run Boy Run - Woodkid
Stange Clouds - B.o.B
I'll be in the sky - B.o.B