Robert Williams

Bo Williams
Name:  Robert "Bo" Williams
Nickname: Bo or Bobby

DOB: 3/30/1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Religion: Catholic (Raised), Generic Protestant (practicing).
Degree of Practice:  Major holidays and events. Sporadic otherwise due to his job.

Physical Appearance:
Height: 6’2
Weight: 200LBS
Body Type: Athletic
Hair Style: Short
Hair Color: Salt and pepper (Starting to grey)
Eye Color: Brown/Hazel
Skin Tone: Light tan
Face Claim:  Eric Church



Bo was born to an affluent family with old ties to New Orleans. The family lineage can be traced back to the founding of New Orleans and the first French settlers to the area who traded in furs and textiles. The family rose to prominence in the 1800’s and like many other families of the time in the region, owned slaves to run it’s mills and lands. It was during this time the family first met Arthur Ashby, a businessman from Europe.  As friendly rivals they helped lay the foundation of modern New Orleans.  They found mutual interest in protecting shipping and trade routes in the area.

The family was split in the Civil war, half leaving the family to serve the union  and half fighting for the south.  A Schism in the family that would remain until WWII.

Following the civil war the family suffered with the emancipation as many wealthy southern land owners did at the time.  During this time Arthur Ashby became both a business rival and partner as families did what was needed to survive.   Adapting to the “new” normal following the civil war, the family reorganized, actually hiring many of the former slaves as employees.  The booming economy of the 20’s really cemented the family as they gained fortunes comparable to the Rockafellers of the era.  Both the Ashby and Williams fortunes grew from their partnerships of the time.  They were able to diversify their holdings through land, manufacturing and oil discovered in the gulf leading up to the great depression which allowed them to weather the storm, if barely. They were one of the largest employers in the area during the depression and gained a lot of fame locally with their weekly food deliveries and willingness to hire day laborers at the expense of the families holdings, spreading the wealth.  The family was on the verge of bankruptcy when war broke out in Europe in 1939.

With the outbreak of the war, the families textile and manufacturing holdings really took off in support of the war effort.  Bo’s great grandfather and his three brothers all served in WWII though only two came back, his great Uncle having been lost at the battle of Iwo Jima.  Both survivors later fought in Korea while their sons were just joining the service, including Bo’s Grandfather whom is the only survivor of their various tours of in Vietnam.

From the late 1800’s through the 1970’s, various members of the family served as City Council members, Sherrif’s, commissioners, and even mayor.  Twice they served in the State senate.

Bo’s father took over the family business when their grandfather retired and handed over the business to him. He wasn’t ready.  Truth be told, he may never really have wanted it.  He was forced to the role after his brother was killed in a car accident in which Jeffery was driving.   He blamed himself and turned to alcohol to cope.  He married a model from Sweden that he met on a cruise whom he dotes on.  He turned his anger on his family.  He pushed his kids into business and law to protect the family and couldn’t understand why Bo didn’t want to “help the family” like his older siblings.  This caused a great rift between them. His inability to manage the company due to his alcoholism exacerbated his issue and drove him further to a ledge.  With his inability to properly manage the family business, the families fortunes dwindled greatly outside of the trust fund set up for Bo and his children by his grandfather (his brother also had one in his name for his family) and alienated many of the once formidable friends and allies the family had as they defaulted on loans and contracts.

Today the family holdings are a shell of what they were.  Many of their businesses are some of the few remaining joint ventures started years ago with Mr. Ashby.  The family lives on the memory of their prestige as they attend gala’s and conventions, invited because of the name more than their contributions to high society. The family just trudges on now, with no momentum to go forward but enough not to fail outright.  Jeffery’s hope is that with his son Michaels's drive, the family businesses can once again regain their luster.

In his youth, Bo was sent to the finest private schools and given all the opportunities a family of wealth and privilege could buy. He was a three-sport star in Highschool and graduated with high honors.  He was never close with his father.  His mother loved the idea of the high society and pawned the kids off on maids and nanny’s though she did dot on her children.  The one thing she did do was teach him how to speak Swedish and he spent many summers in Europe with her family.

The family nannies and housekeepers also worked for others such as Mr. Ashby. Though the Williams Family hadn’t been in touch in decades, he never forgot their help and generosity so he kept an eye on them.

Their family was not one for family outings and doing things together.  When they were out in public, everyone was impeccably dressed and their behavior was on-point or there was trouble.  It wasn’t a very happy house growing up.  To that end, Bo loved New Orleans and its French history and his family's history. He taught himself to speak a passable French/Cajun French and likes using it with the older folks when he got the chance. He was always fascinated by the street performers, voodoo priests/practitioners, and other psychics of the city. Thanks to some of his nannies, he was able to visit and see many parts of the city he normally wouldn’t have.  Places he still visits from time to time when he comes home on leave and even took his then-girlfriend Isla to meet them (best food in town!) when he brought her home for the first time.

It was through them he first heard rumors of the supernatural, vampires, werewolves and other things that go bump in the night.  Things people tell their children to make them obedient…but in New Orleans, these things always seem a bit more sinister, a little bit more believable.


He’s a die-hard LSU fan.


Bo’s real father figure was his grandfather who was the one who took him and his siblings fishing, hunting, and camping. He’s the one who cooked s’mores and held cookouts.  It was only natural that Colt would gravitate to him.  Bo listened to all the old war stories, watched the old westerns, and grew up with John Wayne in his head.

Due to the rift with his father, instead of going off to the Ivy League, he applied for and with congressional approval (a little help from his grandfather, A letter of recommendation from a decorated Green Beret to his State Senator friend/foxhole military buddy from Vietnam), gained an appointment to the Air Force Academy.   Upon reflection, he was running away in his own way, as much as honoring his grandfather.

The Academy was the hardest thing Bo had ever done, challenging him in ways he never imagined. He had his sights on being special forces like his grandfather and everything he did was to further that goal.  As every cadet is required to do, he participated in extracurricular activities playing for the Academy football team and playing intramural softball in the spring.  The highlight of his time was his graduation ceremony where his Grandfather was able to administer his Oath of Office.  Bo met many friends, some who would disappear and some who would endure following graduation.

Bo followed his dream of becoming a pararescue operator and an officer, a leader of men in the field while saving lives.

After six years in the field, Bo had applied for and been accepted to be an Attaché for the American Ambassador to Sweden.  It helped that he was fluent in the language which put him above several other potential candidates.  It was here that he met the woman that would change his life.  Isla Bonne was his counterpart working as a liaison for the British Ambassador.  A year later they were married in Sweden.  Thanks to their friendship and a little word from the Ambassadors, they were able to have their wedding in the gardens of the Royal Palace of Stockholm with their families and the King of Sweden present (along with more than a few other diplomats in town). Their two children, Wyatt and Freya, fraternal twins, were born two years later.  Bo’s plan was to walk away at the end of his current term of service while his Wife continued hers as they had both fallen in love with the area.

Near the end of his term he received word no son wants to hear, his parents had been killed in a car accident.  He flew home immediately but when he met up with some of his old buddies on the police force, they told him the official story didn't match what happened.  He called his wife and a few days later she and the children joined him.

He was attempting to make some semblance of order out of the chaos left by his parent's passing when his brother was nearly in a robbery attempt downtown a week after Bo's arrived home.  That's when the warning bells started going off in his head.  Seemingly random fights, the feeling of being followed, the hairs on his neck standing up randomly.  He never felt comfortable.  Then Marie Laveau showed up.  She was an old "voodoo" lady who lived out in the swamps but had a small fortune-telling shop in town.  Maybell Porter, one of the many housemaids brought him by one day as a child while she was shopping and Marie always had a treat and story for him.   She appeared in the road on the way home one night and Bo had to stop the truck in order to not hit her.  He rolled down the window and handed him a piece of parchment.  It gave him chills just touching it.  She nodded gravely.  "Something serious wants you family dead bad.  You take care boy." she drawled in her barely understandable cajun.  Then handed him and his family a small bone and feather charm.  Bo recognized it as similar to the small voodoo charms that had hung in her shop that tourists would buy for "protection".

Getting his family home, Bo started making actual serious preparations to defend his family.