#came up with this character in under five minutes when lily brought up a campaign

[worldsneverfilled]

Robert - Bob the Blob

Type: PC

Aliases: Robert, (insert series of chemical identifiers bc that's his actual name)

Pronouns: Any are fine, though Bob generally goes by he/him

Sexuality: What's that?

Relationships: Why?

Race: Plasmoid

Home: Myth Drannor, Cormanthyr (currently)

Age: Unknown, but very old

Class: Psi Warrior

Weapon(s) of Choice: Pistol and War Pick

Job: Agent for the spymistress of Cormanthyr

Loyalty: Herself, and then Cormanthyr by extension

Alignment: NG

Height: 6′3

Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, a bit snooty when it comes to comparing his people’s customs to that of the “Solids,” secretive, and observant.

Status: Alive, Uninfluenced (known)

Strategy: You can’t put a hole in him but he sure as fuck can put a few in you.

About and Fun Tidbits:

Robert arrived in Toril during the Spellplague in a portal incident. He kept odd jobs here and there, merely existing among the Solids as he explored their world. He's found that he's quite fond of the gnomes.

When he “sleeps,” he kind of oozes out of his armor...and he has a bubbly snore.

Joke HC that there are dozens and dozens of oozes and plasmoids out there that would be considered his "children." Not canon, just for lols.

Can't get drunk, unfortunately. Fortunately, he can drink people under the table as a bet and they don't know he's an ooze...easy money.

Met Herself on the road. She didn't give him the option. She said, "I have a job for you," and that was that. No chance to protest it, no way of getting out of it; you don't tell Electra no.

I don’t have a photo reference for him, but he’s a blue-green color and wears full armor to hide the fact that he’s a plasmoid. He doesn’t want anyone but Herself knowing. When not in armor, he’s lounging on a couch somewhere as a grumpy puddle.