Sargent William Robert Thurmond (Uncle Bob)

Weight: 190

Apparent Age: 65

Archetype: Mercenary

Preferred Weapon: Spass 22

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Bio: Well good old Uncle Bob, this man has served the cause for many years and fought alongside his brothers in the Minutemen for many years only retiring from the fight in 2053. He walked away after suffering many years of tormenting nightmares and wanting to live a life without fighting, without killing and without the pain of the war. Though for this life long marine the war would eventually drag him back in to stand side by side with his brother once again. After he made the painful decision to retire, he like Dr. Wilcox fell in love with a women from the church he was attending trying to make peace with all the killing and wash away all the blood on his hands. Their romance was fast and furious and within the year they were married and starting a family, for Uncle Bob this was a dream come true and he was at last going to be a father.

         Though this dream didn’t last very long as his wife didn’t survive the childbirth and he was left alone to raise twins he had a son and a daughter and for this old marine he was lost on how to handle this new situation. He came home from the hospital a new father and a widower in the same day and he was completely crushed. Lucky for him that his wives family lived locally and was able to assist him in the childcare, as he was clueless and also had to work. Uncle Bob was trying to hide his past working as clerk in a local pharmacy and keeping a low profile, since he was not an officer in the Minutemen he hopped that his name and face where not as well known as the officers of his band. Though do to all the stress and trauma he had been through, and the recent death of his beloved Uncle Bob was slipping into a serious depression and beginning to hit the bottle hard and as well the prescription medication he would swipe from the pharmacy.

         This deep depression and abuse of alcohol and prescription medication would eventually led to his children being taken away, by his in-laws and he would loose his job and eventually his home. Poor old Uncle Bob had become a statistic and was forced to move into a shelter and attempt to get help before his addictions killed him, he wan’t thinking clearly and he was throwing himself directly into the hornets nest. Uncle Bob was a very lucky man that when he retired from the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) yours truly eradicated his old SIN and gave him an air tight new one. Cause once those assistance papers went into the system he would have been caught and hung.

         He was approved for assistance and went through extensive therapy for his depression and his addictions, and eventually was able to gain employment at a local market and a small apartment that allowed him a place to hang his hat and rest his weary bones. Though the nightmare for Uncle Bob was only beginning as he like his other brothers had to start dodging questions of his true identity and being a recovering addict keeping the lies straight is not easy and for Uncle Bob is was down right tormenting, he relapsed a few times do to the nightmares and stress from the war. He even thought about ending it all and walking into the police station and confessing who he was, but his will to live and the thought of his children kept him going to therapy. Eventually in the summer of 2070 he had been clean for three years and he was allowed to see his children again for more then a few minutes.

         Uncle Bob tried to reconnect with his now teenage children but they just blew him off and couldn’t be bothered with their alcoholic and addict father, his in-laws had vilified him with his own children and his addictions and depression destroyed his reputation. Shortly after loosing his children for the seemingly last time he relapsed and drank himself into a drunken stupor and wandered around the town till he passed out. He awoke in the hospital with his stomach having been pumped and hooked up to various machines and being pumped full of medication. This was the last time Uncle Bob every relapsed, as he had a close call with the authorities and again thanks to yours truly being pumped full of coffee and suffering another sleepless night thanks to Colonial. I caught the red flag, and was able to move quickly and alter his DNA and fingerprint scan (They wonder why Snoopy suffers from Coffee addictions, STRESS!!).

        Uncle Bob left the hospital a free man, again thank you (Insert Bow Here), and within the year he was able to rebuild his relationship with his children by the grace of God. Though again, once a Marine always a Marine he heard the call to duty and said his final good byes and with tears in his eyes he left his children behind again and headed to Seattle to regroup with the Minutemen. (Hey Uncle Bob, you owe me bring me a Large Coffee Black) He has once again put his uniform back on and is standing shoulder to shoulder with his brothers, the war recalled him and he answered his countries cry for help.

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