Name: BOB (Full name B.O.B.A.R.D. Mk II: Biologically-Operating Business-Actuating Remote Dealer)
Age: 8 (Appears 40)
Gender: Biologically genderless; identifies as Male
Appearance: On first glance, BOB is a man in his early fourties that keeps his appearance to picture-perfect standard; his face is only very lightly wrinkled, and looks rather stiff. BOB's hair, dark brown and enduring, parts in the middle, coming down and back to either side and clinging closely to his head, not a single hair out of place anywhere. The moustache framing his upper lip is rather bushy, but well-kept, and his nose comes down to taper into a point; almost like a hooked nose, but with more of a straight slant. His jawline is rounded rather than squared, but shows a bit strongly just below where his cheekbones sit; this is the first sign of many that he is not, in fact, human. The second, more obvious tell is the fact that at the back of his mouth, just past the teeth and tongue, is a speaker where the entrance to his throat would normally be; in order to hide this, BOB usually speaks with a rather closed mouth, letting his moustache draw attention away from the concealed patch of dark metal. The third tell is BOB's eyes; while at first glance they appear to be normal, white sclera on blue iris on black pupil, closer inspection reveals the blue irises to be the rotating focus of his camera-lens pupils, glinting just a little too much light to be natural.
BOB's build is that of a tall man, but also one with a slightly thick frame; his weight is evenly distributed, certainly, so he maintains an average-appearing weight, but the bulk of the machinery that runs and moves him requires that he be thicker-limbed and bulkier-torso'd than most people, giving him an appearance of almost being chubby with muscle.
BOB himself, being originally created to be a poker dealer, dresses usually in the small array of upscale suits and dresswear that the Netvegas Royale casino provided for him; chief among these is a brass-colored button-up jacket-and-pants combo, with a black undershirt and a white tie, all of which are immaculately pressed and tailored. Over his hands, BOB consistently wears a pair of white gloves with the logo of the Netvegas Royale on their backsides; the same logo also adorns the breast of his suits, making him just a little bit of a walking advertisement. For shoes, he wears a pair of Tortoni Moros: Light brown leather dress shoes that are polished to a mirror shine and ridged in such a way that they look to be made from crocodile skins.
Personality: Ever the charming gentleman, BOB's personality is that of an upper-class butler; he lives to serve, offers sage advice whenever he can, and generally enjoys helping others and looking damned good whilst doing so. It is this personality which makes him a constant attraction at the Netvegas Royale, as while other dealers will try to put on a blithe face and a good attitude, to most of them it is a job. To BOB, it is life! It is art! It is movement! And he enjoys most every second of it, filling every hand with an artist's vigor and a dancer's grace, dispensing cards faster than most eyes can see. It is that fervor that attracts so many people to him, both in and out of the casino, as he is known to be quite prone to enthusiastic outbursts about things he loves.
This includes operating Shuffle, who is housed inside of BOB's circuitry rather than a separate PET; there are some advantages to being a robot, and BOB takes full advantage of these, reading battlechip data by inserting the chips into a slot placed on his left wrist, which ejects them after they are read.