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Player Information:
Name or Handle: Shana
LJ: museofspeed
Email: shananagin@gmail
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: aboutblood/shanajeanh
Any current characters here?: Spike, Anya, Han, Deadpool
Character Information:
Character Name: George Oscar “Gob” Bluth
Age: 44
Canon: Arrested Development
Appearance:
Gob is tall, dark and handsome. Only not really. He’d like to think that’s how he comes off, but it’s… not true. He is tall and thin, with a tendency to wear dark clothes, so there is that. His face is narrow and his grin tends to be either charming or creepy, depending on context.
Personality:
Gob is a dick. He’s the kind of guy who would steal his nephew’s 18-year old girlfriend. In fact, he did that. He’s irresponsible, immoral, conceited, shallow, offensive, and all around not a very pleasant person to be around. Despite all that, he takes himself very seriously. He has this intense, raspy voice, and this way of walking like whatever is on his mind is the most important thing in the world, even if it’s entirely irrelevant to life.
This is one of many things about him that tends to be incredibly hypocritical and contrary. He is competitive to the point of stupidity, and he’s liable to change his mind in incredibly stupid ways. He met and bonded with his son, Steve Holt, without knowing that they were related. When he found out the kid was his son, her freaked out and ran away, leaving the boy stranded. He spent a long time trying to avoid the kid, until he found out that Steve Holt and Gob’s brother, Michael were bonding. Then he thought Michael was trying to steal the kid from Gob, and he became deeply jealous and angry. It didn’t stop him from diving under the desk when he heard the word “Dad,” though. He just sucks at having emotions that are deeper than a gold fish pond. And by pond, I mean bowl. Seriously, this guy is shallow.
Arrested Development is a show about family, so I really have to discuss how he relates to his. His father never went to any of his baseball games or had any affection for him, so he dreams of reconnecting with his father and spending quality father-son time with him. Gob even gets himself put into jail as a publicity stunt, partly so that he can prove himself as a magician and escape artist, partly so that he can bond with his father. It… sort of works. But he only manages to escape by being shanked in the middle of father-son catch, so I’m not sure what that says about it.
His mother openly loathes him, so they don’t have much of a relationship. The only time his mother has anything to do with him is when she is trying to play him against Michael or something similar. She isn’t much of a mother to anyone.
Michael is, by default, Gob’s best friend, but that’s only because Gob has no friends. Well, he’s got a bunch of hot cop strippers who are sort of his friends, but not really. When Michael and Gob were younger, their dad used to manipulate them into fighting to make a very popular line of videos called “Boy Fights.” Even now, they don’t always get along, though they’re more likely to try now. Michael is pretty much the only competent one in the family, so that occasionally causes tension, especially when Gob became president of the Bluth company. Michael still ran everything, but Gob kept giving orders anyway. Still, Gob looks up to his younger brother, to the point that he dedicated a CD to him.
He barely remembers he has a sister, most days, and when he learned that Michael’s twin, Lindsey, was actually adopted, he quickly hit on her. This was shortly after she tried to get Michael to marry her, so it… really wasn’t the most incestuous thing to happen that episode. It’s a very, very incestuous show.
He doesn’t think much of his youngest brother, Buster. Buster is… kind of a mass of insecurities and weirdness. Buster’s relationship with Gob is a lot like Gob’s relationship with his father. Barely existent, despite Buster’s best efforts.
Gob is also incredibly incompetent. He’s a magician, which sort of was a rebellion from his family, since they’re all big business people. In theory. He keeps killing the doves he hides in his clothes, though, and the pet store won’t take back the birds. He also had a ton of trouble swallowing a key for his escape act, and then couldn’t get it out because the bathroom was in front of everyone and he couldn’t perform while watched. He attempts to throw an important letter into the sea at one point, and it takes… a lot of tries. He also usually just sprays people with lighter fluid when he tries to shoot fire from his hands or other tricks. When he uses his somewhat racist black puppet, Franklin Delano Bluth, his lips usually move.
Like all his siblings, Gob has a deep-set fear of amputees. When he was young, his father used to teach the kids lessons about things like screaming or arguing or not putting lists on the fridge, you name it, using a friend of his, J. Walter Weatherman, who had lost an arm in a Bluth company accident. They’d stage gruesome and bloody scenarios which always ended with J. Walter losing his prosthetic arm in a very real-looking way. It terrified the kids.
It’s also worth noting that Gob is a horny, horny bastard. He likes having sex. He judges beauty competitions so he can fuck the third place winner (The first and second have too much self-esteem, even if they’re hotter) and he misinterprets Michael’s request to get info out of Kitty Sanchez, the secretary George Sr had an affair with, to mean Gob should sleep with Kitty as well. He also had sex with his mother’s friend Lucille 2, who’d been in a relationship with Gob’s brother Buster. He also, as I mentioned earlier, slept with his nephew George Michael’s ex-girlfriend, Ann, who was eighteen, but only barely. He’s 44. He’s a horrible human being, have I mentioned?
He does have a nicer side, though, and when he feels emotionally connected to his family, he is usually… relatively less dickish. Only relatively.
But he’s still a dick.
Background:
Here! And more details Here for things that happened during the show.
Canon point:
I am taking him from the end of the episode “For British Eyes Only,” right after he does his magic trick and vanishes into the sewers to escape his son, STEVE HOLT! Only instead of escaping to the sewer, he’ll escape to… Coruscant.
Special Abilities:
He can do several magic tricks magic illusions. But not well. Not even sort of well.
Sect:
Civilian, at least to start out with. He’ll be claiming he’s a Jedi, though.
Job:
~Magician~
Samples:
First Person:
[Gob Bluth is standing in front of a red curtain. No, it won’t pull up to reveal anything. It’s just for background effect.]
Hello, ladies and gentleman. I thought I’d bring a little magic onto this planet.
[At the word magic, he holds out his arms and presses a button. From one wrist, lighter fluid comes out. And nothing else. No spark, no flame, nothing even remotely magical.
From the other, however, a bright burst of flame comes out and… sets fire to the curtain. Gob doesn’t seem to notice, though. He’s busy having eye sex with the camera. A random Coruscant woman walks by and starts screaming about a fire. Gob… doesn’t get it. He nods and smiles at the lady.]
Yes, yes, I am on fire. Thank you for…
[Wait.
Gob turns around slowly. Oops. His set’s on fire. He turns back to the camera.]
That was just a, uh, preview of the magics I will perform at my real show tonight.
Be there. You wouldn’t want to miss this.
[He scrambles to turn off the datapad, but it just sort of falls to the ground and captures him failing horribly at dealing with the fire even a little. Gob Bluth, ladies and gentlemen.]
Third Person:
Gob ran through the dirty sewers, free from the responsibilities of having to deal with his teenage son. A son would cramp his fantastic bachelor lifestyle. Even if his son was obviously far cooler than the other teenagers he knew. For instance, George Michael. Michael thought he was so special and smart. Well, Gob’s son could beat up Michael’s son easily.
Gob smiled in satisfaction before realizing that… he was not running through the sewers. Or wearing a chicken costume. In fact, he was wearing nothing but his silk boxers. And he was standing in a futuristic looking bedroom. He walked over to the window. The city outside didn’t look a thing like California. At least, not like the parts of California that weren’t theme parks or movie studios. Had Gob somehow teleported himself to Hollywood? Teleported himself except for his clothing?
“I must be the greatest magician in the history of the earth,” Gob muttered. “If the Magician’s Guild could see me now. Even I don’t know how this illusion was done!”
Unless… a horrible thought occurred to him. What if it hadn’t been him who did it at all? What if it was… Tony Wonder?
“That bastard,” Gob said, punching his hand. “How dare he kidnap me and transport me magically to some futuristic city without my clothes! And in front of my son, too!” How ashamed Steve Holt must be of his father, and they’d just been bonding over how much they both liked magic. What a great kid. Gob was so glad he’d managed to escape that horrible situation.
The first thing to do, Gob decided, was find someone to brag about his spectacular magical act. Then he ought to get home.
Oh, and he probably should figure out where his clothes were at some point. That was probably a good idea.
Anything Else:
I do intend for Gob to have force sensitivity, but only the tiniest amount. Just enough so that he can do some very, very basic things and brag about them like they make him a prodigy.
Name or Handle: Shana
LJ: museofspeed
Email: shananagin@gmail
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: aboutblood/shanajeanh
Any current characters here?: Spike, Anya, Han, Deadpool
Character Information:
Character Name: George Oscar “Gob” Bluth
Age: 44
Canon: Arrested Development
Appearance:
Gob is tall, dark and handsome. Only not really. He’d like to think that’s how he comes off, but it’s… not true. He is tall and thin, with a tendency to wear dark clothes, so there is that. His face is narrow and his grin tends to be either charming or creepy, depending on context.
Personality:
Gob is a dick. He’s the kind of guy who would steal his nephew’s 18-year old girlfriend. In fact, he did that. He’s irresponsible, immoral, conceited, shallow, offensive, and all around not a very pleasant person to be around. Despite all that, he takes himself very seriously. He has this intense, raspy voice, and this way of walking like whatever is on his mind is the most important thing in the world, even if it’s entirely irrelevant to life.
This is one of many things about him that tends to be incredibly hypocritical and contrary. He is competitive to the point of stupidity, and he’s liable to change his mind in incredibly stupid ways. He met and bonded with his son, Steve Holt, without knowing that they were related. When he found out the kid was his son, her freaked out and ran away, leaving the boy stranded. He spent a long time trying to avoid the kid, until he found out that Steve Holt and Gob’s brother, Michael were bonding. Then he thought Michael was trying to steal the kid from Gob, and he became deeply jealous and angry. It didn’t stop him from diving under the desk when he heard the word “Dad,” though. He just sucks at having emotions that are deeper than a gold fish pond. And by pond, I mean bowl. Seriously, this guy is shallow.
Arrested Development is a show about family, so I really have to discuss how he relates to his. His father never went to any of his baseball games or had any affection for him, so he dreams of reconnecting with his father and spending quality father-son time with him. Gob even gets himself put into jail as a publicity stunt, partly so that he can prove himself as a magician and escape artist, partly so that he can bond with his father. It… sort of works. But he only manages to escape by being shanked in the middle of father-son catch, so I’m not sure what that says about it.
His mother openly loathes him, so they don’t have much of a relationship. The only time his mother has anything to do with him is when she is trying to play him against Michael or something similar. She isn’t much of a mother to anyone.
Michael is, by default, Gob’s best friend, but that’s only because Gob has no friends. Well, he’s got a bunch of hot cop strippers who are sort of his friends, but not really. When Michael and Gob were younger, their dad used to manipulate them into fighting to make a very popular line of videos called “Boy Fights.” Even now, they don’t always get along, though they’re more likely to try now. Michael is pretty much the only competent one in the family, so that occasionally causes tension, especially when Gob became president of the Bluth company. Michael still ran everything, but Gob kept giving orders anyway. Still, Gob looks up to his younger brother, to the point that he dedicated a CD to him.
He barely remembers he has a sister, most days, and when he learned that Michael’s twin, Lindsey, was actually adopted, he quickly hit on her. This was shortly after she tried to get Michael to marry her, so it… really wasn’t the most incestuous thing to happen that episode. It’s a very, very incestuous show.
He doesn’t think much of his youngest brother, Buster. Buster is… kind of a mass of insecurities and weirdness. Buster’s relationship with Gob is a lot like Gob’s relationship with his father. Barely existent, despite Buster’s best efforts.
Gob is also incredibly incompetent. He’s a magician, which sort of was a rebellion from his family, since they’re all big business people. In theory. He keeps killing the doves he hides in his clothes, though, and the pet store won’t take back the birds. He also had a ton of trouble swallowing a key for his escape act, and then couldn’t get it out because the bathroom was in front of everyone and he couldn’t perform while watched. He attempts to throw an important letter into the sea at one point, and it takes… a lot of tries. He also usually just sprays people with lighter fluid when he tries to shoot fire from his hands or other tricks. When he uses his somewhat racist black puppet, Franklin Delano Bluth, his lips usually move.
Like all his siblings, Gob has a deep-set fear of amputees. When he was young, his father used to teach the kids lessons about things like screaming or arguing or not putting lists on the fridge, you name it, using a friend of his, J. Walter Weatherman, who had lost an arm in a Bluth company accident. They’d stage gruesome and bloody scenarios which always ended with J. Walter losing his prosthetic arm in a very real-looking way. It terrified the kids.
It’s also worth noting that Gob is a horny, horny bastard. He likes having sex. He judges beauty competitions so he can fuck the third place winner (The first and second have too much self-esteem, even if they’re hotter) and he misinterprets Michael’s request to get info out of Kitty Sanchez, the secretary George Sr had an affair with, to mean Gob should sleep with Kitty as well. He also had sex with his mother’s friend Lucille 2, who’d been in a relationship with Gob’s brother Buster. He also, as I mentioned earlier, slept with his nephew George Michael’s ex-girlfriend, Ann, who was eighteen, but only barely. He’s 44. He’s a horrible human being, have I mentioned?
He does have a nicer side, though, and when he feels emotionally connected to his family, he is usually… relatively less dickish. Only relatively.
But he’s still a dick.
Background:
Here! And more details Here for things that happened during the show.
Canon point:
I am taking him from the end of the episode “For British Eyes Only,” right after he does his magic trick and vanishes into the sewers to escape his son, STEVE HOLT! Only instead of escaping to the sewer, he’ll escape to… Coruscant.
Special Abilities:
He can do several magic tricks magic illusions. But not well. Not even sort of well.
Sect:
Civilian, at least to start out with. He’ll be claiming he’s a Jedi, though.
Job:
~Magician~
Samples:
First Person:
[Gob Bluth is standing in front of a red curtain. No, it won’t pull up to reveal anything. It’s just for background effect.]
Hello, ladies and gentleman. I thought I’d bring a little magic onto this planet.
[At the word magic, he holds out his arms and presses a button. From one wrist, lighter fluid comes out. And nothing else. No spark, no flame, nothing even remotely magical.
From the other, however, a bright burst of flame comes out and… sets fire to the curtain. Gob doesn’t seem to notice, though. He’s busy having eye sex with the camera. A random Coruscant woman walks by and starts screaming about a fire. Gob… doesn’t get it. He nods and smiles at the lady.]
Yes, yes, I am on fire. Thank you for…
[Wait.
Gob turns around slowly. Oops. His set’s on fire. He turns back to the camera.]
That was just a, uh, preview of the magics I will perform at my real show tonight.
Be there. You wouldn’t want to miss this.
[He scrambles to turn off the datapad, but it just sort of falls to the ground and captures him failing horribly at dealing with the fire even a little. Gob Bluth, ladies and gentlemen.]
Third Person:
Gob ran through the dirty sewers, free from the responsibilities of having to deal with his teenage son. A son would cramp his fantastic bachelor lifestyle. Even if his son was obviously far cooler than the other teenagers he knew. For instance, George Michael. Michael thought he was so special and smart. Well, Gob’s son could beat up Michael’s son easily.
Gob smiled in satisfaction before realizing that… he was not running through the sewers. Or wearing a chicken costume. In fact, he was wearing nothing but his silk boxers. And he was standing in a futuristic looking bedroom. He walked over to the window. The city outside didn’t look a thing like California. At least, not like the parts of California that weren’t theme parks or movie studios. Had Gob somehow teleported himself to Hollywood? Teleported himself except for his clothing?
“I must be the greatest magician in the history of the earth,” Gob muttered. “If the Magician’s Guild could see me now. Even I don’t know how this illusion was done!”
Unless… a horrible thought occurred to him. What if it hadn’t been him who did it at all? What if it was… Tony Wonder?
“That bastard,” Gob said, punching his hand. “How dare he kidnap me and transport me magically to some futuristic city without my clothes! And in front of my son, too!” How ashamed Steve Holt must be of his father, and they’d just been bonding over how much they both liked magic. What a great kid. Gob was so glad he’d managed to escape that horrible situation.
The first thing to do, Gob decided, was find someone to brag about his spectacular magical act. Then he ought to get home.
Oh, and he probably should figure out where his clothes were at some point. That was probably a good idea.
Anything Else:
I do intend for Gob to have force sensitivity, but only the tiniest amount. Just enough so that he can do some very, very basic things and brag about them like they make him a prodigy.