⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"Life's a goddamn pervert. Likes to grab ya by the balls. Thing is, you can grab 'im right back."▼ | BIRTH NAME : | Barbara Leigh-Anne Kimble
▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |Professor Bad-Ass, Bobbi
▼ | GENDER : | Female
▼ | AGE : | 24
⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷
"The clothes don' make the gal. The gal makes the clothes. And, fuck, who needs 'em anyway?"▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : | ▸ HEIGHT : | 4'11"
▸ WEIGHT : | 105lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | Mixed - Latinx/French-Cajun
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Black, partial bleaching to the ends
▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown
Bobbi is a scrawny little bit of a thing. While having some shape, she certainly isn't the sort of curvy pin-up minx she would like to be. Her small stature and slender build are things that she wholeheartedly will take advantage of; be it the way small girls are fetishized or proving that even small girls can kick butt.
She has angular features, high cheekbones, and a clear cut jaw. Her face, and some other things, are littered with freckles and she loves them. She makes no attempt to cover them and generally goes for more natural make-up. Nude lipsticks/gloss and if she is feeling extra fancy she will give herself a sharp wing-tip and prefers blue or purple for eyeshadow. She tends to not wash the make-up from her face and so will sometimes have a smudgy look around her eyes and a stained pillowcase. Her skin is a light bronzed color, mostly from her genes and less from time spent in the sun. She has scars over her forearm and thighs from self-harm committed in the past.
Her black hair is typically straight, though in more humid weather it may start to frizz and become wavy. She doesn't care much about it and keeps it long despite this giving her a near constant bed-head. Unless she decides to brush it that day. Bobbi typically keeps her hair down, but on special occasions may give herself a "Grande" ponytail. Despite her style, she only has a couple of piercings. Most in her ears but she does have a nose ring. She also doesn't have any tattoos. They are much too expensive and she would rather eat.
▼ | ATTIRE : |Her favorite? Leather. Leather. More leather. Bobbi has a preference for black, shiny, and tight. Tank tops, biker jacket, metal studs, high waisted leather pants, thick boots. She is the epitome of a 50's greaser chick. When she is feeling girlie she loves herself some heels and fishnets. However, they are not practical so she almost never wears them. Mostly though, she wears what she can get her hands on and is not one to actually care about her clothes or getting dirty. Jeans, sweatshirts, a sheet cut and tied - whatever as long as it is form fitting and comfortable.
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
"Hey there Sarah Jessica Parker, why the long face? Ha, come have a drink ya mopey shit."▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : | | Outgoing | Wild | Irresponsible | Easy-going | Commitment Issues | Open | Loud | Laughs Easily | Personable |
Bobbi sees herself as a fun and adventurous person. She doesn't stay in one spot for long and makes friends easier that Mattel makes money. She is open, welcoming, and delightful. She is quick to share anecdotes from her past, give wholesome advice, and take the youngins under her wing. Unfortunately, this can sometimes lead to trouble as she doesn't always make the best of decisions. She tends to be flighty or flaky, easily distracted and pulled away to other, more interesting things. She has been known to abandon her friend at a bar in order to go home with some lovely someone or another for a fling. Bobbi can't seem to help herself and has never been able to keep a consistent relationship due to this. She tends to get caught cheating.
Loud, opinionated, and wild she can be a constant thorn in a more reasonable person's side. Despite her fear of commitment, this doesn't mean she doesn't care. Despite her more negative traits, she can be a motherly and soothing person. Bobbi is not the sort to judge a book by its cover and is typically a more "relaxed" and easy going sort of person. She doesn't take direction or demands all that well but can be persuaded through bribery. When flustered, embarrassed, or upset in some way she has a tendency to chain smoke and space out, in a way dead to the world as she is lost in her own thoughts. A sort of disassociation with realty for a bit. Sometimes she comes out of it on her own, other times she may have to be "woken up." She does genuinely care about people and wants to see them happy. She just puts herself first and is more likely to run from a fight than help. That's how she has made it this far in life.
▼ | SKILLS : | ⫸Driving: Since she got her license she has never stopped. She is best with motorbikes but can handle a car or truck (typical road, no semi) with ease. After all, there is some money to be made street racing.
⫸Iron Liver and the Bottomless Pit: Girl can drink like a sailor and eat like a football player.
⫸Mechanic: Partially self-taught, again mostly motorbikes but she has had quite a bit of experience with cars. She has worked on both as a way to earn pay when she is not involved in certain other activities.
⫸Street Fighting: Dirty, cheating, no holds barred sort of fighting. It is not nice and not stylized. You do what you have to and look for any weak point you can exploit. She also uses her petite stature and limberness to work against larger opponents.
⫸Billiards/Pinball: Well, you gotta have something to do when you are drinking. And ain't nothing as satisfying as a successful hustle.
▼ | BACK STORY : | Miss Barbara was born without a father, to some street bitch in New Orleans. Bobbi never learned the woman's name besides Mama. Though some men called her Harriet. Harriet the Harlot. That wasn't her real name but it was what everyone else called her. She grew up among garbage littered across the floor, vomit all over the toilet, and needles emptied of mysterious substances strewn about. She never forgot to put on her shoes before getting out of bed.
When she was about five, her Mamma got a boyfriend. Paul. Paul kept the house clean, he had an amazing corporate job which paid good money. Harriet didn't have to sell it on the corner anymore, though she still struggled with addiction. Paul's predilection, however, was for Bobbi. And generally girls Bobbi's age. She never had friends over. Perhaps twice a week he started those nightly visits after Harriet would relax with a needle in her arm. And then there were all of the presents. Toys, dolls, and jewelry. The one she adored most looked like a little cage with a softly glowing white bird inside. And for years this weird sort of symbiosis between Mama and Paul continued. Bobbi let it be, for a while. She knew nothing else and she had to admit it was nice to not have to wade through piles of chip bags, condoms, and pill bottles. Never knowing if something was piss or puke soaked.
When Bobbi was 9 she just couldn't handle another nightly visit. Four years she pretended for a mother who should have known but didn't give a fuck. So, while he began his usual ritual on top of her, she slit that fuckers belly. The knife? Well, it came from someplace beyond and disappeared shortly after. Being a child she wasn't charged. She was just acting up. Her grades were bad, she was often in detention. She was just an unruly thing. Paul didn't press charges. He also didn't come back.
Mama had gotten used to a clean house, nice clothes, and a constant/reliable source of drugs. And so it was up to Bobbi to keep it so. Almost military, really. Tuck in sheets, clean corners with toothbrushes... Run down to the corner and get some Xanax. Mama had begun to expect a lot from her daughter and laid hands on her when it didn't meet her newly upgraded expectations.
It is about here we come to Bobbi's teenage years. She falls in with the "wrong" crowd. She discovers drugs and booze. 13 and she had a connection for anything she wanted. Paul had also come back into their lives. He'd had a daughter you see. Julia. And Julia needed a mother. Bobbi had grown much too old for him and no nightly visits happened. She knew he was getting everything he wanted from Julia though. She saw the signs, the presents, and everything made her sick. It was a big hit to her and she felt as if nothing mattered any longer.
Bobbi started hanging around this 30-year-old guy, Happy. Happy liked to pamper her, keep her drugged up, and just take pictures. Bobbi didn't mind so much. He made her feel pretty and worthwhile. Slowly then came the prostitution. She relished it, the power she had over men, the looks on their faces. In return she got drugs and Happy got paid. Bobbi did this for about six months before Happy disappeared.
When she no longer had this source of sex and drugs, she returned to a life with Paul and Harriet. She behaved and got clean, got her drivers license and loved the freedom of it. It made it easy to stay away and to ignore what was happening in her household. She would hang out in garages, go to illegal rallies, and dated men much too old for her. But they had cars, they knew about cars, taught her mechanics, and best of all... they had drugs. At this time she mostly indulged in booze and marijuana.
16 - two years later, that was when she'd had enough. High on some sort of meth mixture that she had been unknowingly dosed with, she came home. She walked down the hall full of regret and self-hatred, staggering and knocking a picture off the wall. There was a muffled cry. A shushing sound. And a rage formed in her belly she couldn't describe. She kicked the door of Julia's room in and it flew from the hinges. She reached out a hand and grabbed onto something. Something wooden. Upon looking she found that most of her arm had disappeared into a ring of soft white light that was just large enough for her arm to get through. Bobbi pulled and out came a sledgehammer. Its head was shiny black and it sparkled like stars. The deep red-brown of the wood was carved with symbols she could not read. None of the mattered now though.
She turned on Paul and gave him the beating of a lifetime. Bobbi didn't know if she killed him or not. In her drugged haze she looked at Julia. The girl was terrified and in the corner, sheets pulled up over her nose. "You have blood on your cheek," Julia said. Bobbi reached a hand up and smeared it away. There was a lot of blood. Everywhere. The hammer had disappeared. When she turned around her mother was there, glaring at her. "Get. the fuck. out. of. my. house. now."
And so she did. Just walked out. Bobbi knew how to live a life without having to rely on others. So she did everything she had to. After meeting up with some of her car friends and explaining what happened, she learned about an underground fighting ring. Specifically for Metahumans. Betting was common there. People liked to watch the Deltas duke it out. And so she fought under the name Professor Bad-Ass. Oh, how she fought. Each blow was like hitting her mother back. At first, she lost a lot. With time she got better. She drove and worked and did everything she could to survive.
At 17 she met Gray. Gray was gentle, sweet, and loving. She was ashamed to admit, but she could not help herself. She often cheated. He was the one to help her gain mastery of pinball. It was sort of an obsession for him. Gray also enjoyed heroin, which she hated. Here she fell deeper into a world filled with drugs and crime. Occasionally she indulged, marijuana and cocaine perhaps, and with her outgoing and charming personality met a grand amount of crazy characters. She lived a passionate life with a man who loved and adored her. But she was fucking scum. She did what she could to get him off of heroin. Gray overdosed six months into their relationship and she used the money he left her and sold all of his possessions to buy a motorbike and travel. She couldn't stand the feeling of being tied down any longer. She couldn't stand to look at anything to do with Gray. She has not touched a pinball machine since.
Travel she did. She followed bands, joined the rainbow road for maybe half a year. When she fought she discovered two new weapons - Major Medical Bills and Sheriff Nap-Time. Her life was one of inconsistency and chaos. Nothing seemed to matter.
She wasn't sure when it happened. 18, nearly 19 now and her life had never amounted to very much. Maybe it started at the end of her rainbow road adventure, having to take a seventeen-year-old girl to the hospital because she was OD'ing. Something about this lifestyle of drugs and how she had even lasted this long... It was too much. It was time for a change. She started going to NA and has been clean of all drugs for nearly five years. Well... she drinks and smoke, but we all have to have a vice right? She still travels. She still fights and is better at it without the haze of high. She makes friends wherever she goes, being the jovial sort of person she is. But she has admitted to herself it is a lonely existence. Things are getting harder to deal with. She attempted suicide once but was caught by the girl she was staying with before it all could end. She has spent two years of her life in a psych ward and is now ready to face the world again. She even got her teeth professionally cleaned and fixed up. But... What else is out there for her?
▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : | Type-White
▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : | ⫸Dimensional Reach - She can reach through a dimensional rift and pull through whatever it is she is looking for, depending on what is available there. She cannot find what has not been put into it. Reaching through is odd and tingly and often leaves strange dust over her arm. It does not seem to be harmful though and disappears within minutes. The larger the item the more she has to concentrate on retrieving it.
⫸Weapon Alignment - There are a few weapons which she can call "easily" and have an odd, otherworldly appearance to them. They are all named by Bobbi.
Captain K.O. - An average sized sledgehammer. The top, hammer part appears to be made out of some sort of solid stone with glittery white speckles inside of it. The handle is made of a red-brown, rusty colored wood. White symbols or runes are etched into it in a language she doesn't understand. Her most trustworthy of weapons.
-Major Medical Bills - A claymore made from the same sort of sparkling black stone as K.O. The handle is pure white silver and wrapped with a rusty colored leather. Similar runes of glowing white appear on the sword near its hilt. This is her most inconsistent and hardest weapon to pull through.
-Sheriff Nap-Time - This is a buckler shield which, at most, covers her torso. It is lined with the silver metal and the outside of the sparkling black stone. This is attached to the red-brown wood and the handles made from the rusty leather. The white runes appear on the inside.
⫸Enhanced Strength - Strength which adds power to her punches and weaponry. Allows her to lift heavy things. It is part of her affinity with the "Void." It takes energy from her, those calories that she eats. In return, it gives her strength. Like a battery, she feeds into the Void and the Void activates.
⫸"The Void" - This is the conduit, the vault which contains "all". The Void does not quite connect to the physical world. The things which come out of it are a bit strange and don't quite match up with the things that exist now. They often appear old and nothing modern has ever come out of it. Nothing past the colonial era/industrial revolution. An extra-dimensional backpack if you will.
▼ | LIMITS : | ⫸Dimensional Reach - The things called from within the Void only last about 10 hours, average. Larger items last less time and smaller items more. The longest she had something in existence was 24 hours and this was just a small, plain pebble. Reaching through is typically a non-painful experience. But larger items tend to put a strain on her not only physically but mentally as well.
⫸Weapon Alignment - These special weapons she can call from within the "Void" as she calls it only last a certain amount of time as well. She has never had one stay longer than eight hours and they can only be called a certain number of times before they stop coming. She has yet to figure out that limit as it seems to constantly change.
⫸Enhanced Strength - Increased strength does not mean invulnerable. She takes hits like a typical tiny girl does or will fly the same amount of distance if thrown. This is also very draining and is active 24/7. However, it is not limitless. She has the strength of your average bodybuilder, nothing truly exceptional save for her appearance.
⫸"The Void" - Not just anything can be pulled from The Void, it is almost like a vault filled with all sorts of random artifacts, weaponry, and assorted items. She may look for a thing but it might not be there. She can put her hand into the Void but if the thing she wants doesn't exist it will be a completely random object.
▼ | WEAKNESSES : | ⫸Dimensional Reach - Well... you see... She may call something but it doesn't always work correctly. Want a baseball cap? She might end up with a wicker hat. Looking for nails? You could end up with a train spike. It isn't exactly reliable and you never truly know what is coming out of the Void. It is, in fact, extremely unreliable. She cannot pull through long-range weaponry due to her ability being completely melee/physical. She also cannot pull through anything larger than a fridge.
⫸Weapon Alignment - They can be... fickle. They can disappear at the most inopportune times or even not come at all when called. Instead of K.O. she might end up with your regular ol' hammer. Want Major Medical Bills? Here's a butter knife. While these weapons, those with affinity, are the easiest for her to get and cost her the least amount of energy they can be right coy little bitches. Guns - even muskets, grenades, and other mechanical, modern sorts of weaponry or high tech gear are impossible. What she can pull through is sometimes so old that the chances of it breaking are fairly common.
⫸Enhanced Strength - This takes a great toll on her body, hence the slenderness. She has to eat a ton of food high in calories. Everything she consumes is sucked away by the Void. This is obviously not good for her health, to begin with. There are things like cholesterol and blocked arteries to worry about. But not having enough for the strength to pull off of will leave her weak and tired. Using it too much, working on lifting heavy things, or fighting too hard can leave her down for the count. She will sleep for days and there is the danger of not consuming food killing her as this strength eats away at her existence.
⫸"The Void" - With her small stature she simply doesn't have the weight and density to pull some of the larger things from the vault or with consistency. If she were larger, maybe she could do more. The functioning of the Void has much to do with her physical body and powering this "Extra Dimensional Backpack." Not just her strength but the existence of it is drawn directly from her. If she cannot feed the Void the Void will consume her entirely.
⫸ O T H E R ⫷
"Mama, just killed a man. Knocked his brains out of his head, swung the hammer, now he's dead."Currently, Mama Harriet has gotten off the drugs. She works with the Savior Foundation with her fingers deep in Pure. Paul is also not dead, but he is in a vegetative state. He was originally a part of this foundation until Bobbi turned him into a mashed potato. He helps make the case for the need to 'heal' these Metahumans from their disease. Obviously, they cannot be trusted and do more harm than good. The Delta who caused Paul's state it has remained a mystery. And where is Julia?
Author's Notes: The Void or Vault is a family heirloom left through her father's genetics. He, nor much of his family, have ever had access to the vault. It was quite a few years ago, a millennium really since someone last had access. Some family had the ability to add things, some to give it the power/strength generator, and some to pull things out. Each family member, of course, had a different way they interacted and worked with this vault. Speculation assumes the first of the family created this dimensional vault that those with the right genetics could access in multiple ways. The irony of her "false father" giving her a pendant with a crystal inside of it has granted her the genetic access to this place. It has been many a generation before a Delta in her family has appeared. Until now.
I also hope to have her join FAMA at some point. I think it would be a good way for her to come back to the real world. I also have intentions of her being a silly, comedic relief sort of character. I know her back story doesn't show that as much. But her personality and how she handles the now will prove that her past is a thing of the past.... for the most part.
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