Post by SEBASTIAN MORAN on Feb 24, 2012 1:56:07 GMT -5
(I think we're meant to post them here? If not then feel free to remove it...)
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’Just because he’s a thief doesn’t mean he’s not a nice guy.’[/size]
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’Just because he’s a thief doesn’t mean he’s not a nice guy.’[/size]
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Alias: Rhi, or whatever floats your boat
Other Characters: N/A
Rewritten City Found Via: The person who currently roleplays as Gregory Lestrade
Contact: PM
Comments: I’m unsure whether or not I’ll be able to do him justice, but I’ll try ^^’
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00I. full name Robin Hood
0II. canon or original Canon: Robin Hood
III. years of age 19
0IV. orientation (optional) Pansexual
00V. social status Low
0VI. occupation A thief, but also works part time as a waiter in a cafe
00I. play by
0II. body type Fairly tall and quite slim
III. height 5’12”, or thereabouts
0IV. eyes color Grey
00V. description Generally, he holds himself well. He has a bit of a slouch, but from balancing plates and trays he’s developed an almost acrobatic stance. He takes long steps and is a fast walker, although if needed he can walk slower. His general air is quite a loud, attention-seeking one: he speaks loudly, gesticulates wildly and talks a lot. However, when he’s attempting to pick-pocket, etc., he can be silent and make himself blend in and attract no attention at all. He tends to wear plain clothes, like jeans and t-shirts, and is almost never seen without his signature greeny-grey jacket.
00I. overall personality
He’s a good person, let me just clear that up. Yes, he’s a thief, yes, he may indulge occasionally in less than legal things, but he’s a good person. He doesn’t like hurting people’s feelings, and hates seeing people he knows and likes hurting. If he doesn’t really like them then he might be less kind but he honestly has a thing about people being upset in front of him. He’s quite loud-mouthed and rowdy, and talks quite a lot and he has a confident air about him. He’s a bit immature and doesn’t like sitting still for too long, listening for too long, etc. and so when it comes to dealing with him, you should aim to keep the instructions short and simple to avoid making him bored. He’s quite artistic, and enjoys sketching, writing and painting. He’s a very stubborn and once he makes up his mind, he won’t budge unless somebody very persuasive steps in.
He’s not especially intelligent in the academic way: he’s the kind of person who only just managed Cs. However, this is made up for with his street-wise knowledge and logic. He’s very spontaneous and doesn’t like to plan things through too thoroughly. He believes in making one’s own luck and finding your own way through life, held down by and dependant on nothing and nobody. He’s an independent person, and is very capable on his own, but enjoys spending time with other people as a bonus. He’s quite quirky and changeable, and he’s quite indecisive. He’s a very charitable person: although he doesn’t have much money himself, he’s the kind of person who’ll give his gloves to a homeless person if he doesn’t absolutely need them. He helps out whenever he can and, of course, steals from the rich and gives to the poor.
0II. strengths He’s agile and fast, and fairly strong. He has decent stamina and can go for a long time without food or sleep.
III. weaknesses He lets his heart rule his head, he’s not overly academic, lack of motivation, lack of foresight.
0IV. goals He lives in the moment. His goal is to live well and get as good as he can as fast as he can. He doesn’t really have many goals, except at the moment to find himself a better flat and possibly a relationship.
00I. notable family & friends He has no family in the city; they all still live in Britain. His parents, Finley and Brook, live in Nottingham with his youngest brother, Charlie, who’s 15. He has an older brother, Jack, and an older sister, Rowan, who are twins and 5 years his senior. He doesn’t have many friends in New York as he only just moved there but he has a flat mate, Damien, that he gets on with.
0II. overall history He was born into a middle-class, English family. His family lived in the countryside and his parents were quite simple people; they would prefer their kids went to play outside than stay inside on the computer or watching television, so they encouraged adventurous behaviour. As soon as he reached four or five, summers were filled with exploring the surrounding countryside.
He had a hard time adjusting to the restrictions of school, but he managed and in fact became almost popular among his peers. He got through school without too many issues: obviously there was a small amount of bullying from some boys in his class when the fact that he liked guys became clear, but he could handle himself and it never got too bad.
He managed to maintain a healthy relationship with his parents and siblings, and they never got too badly on each other’s nerves, however, when he was 16, he wanted to drop out of school but his parents insisted he stayed until he was 18, even if he didn’t go to college or university. He eventually agreed, but as soon as he passed his exams he moved to New York with the money he’d saved up from summer jobs and the like. He eventually got a flat share after a couple of months of sleeping rough, with a guy he met in a café and barely knew. Together they just about manage to pay the rent and whilst they aren’t best of friends yet, after a couple of drinks on a Friday night they become practically inseparable.
III. sample post
Robin untied his apron-like thing and laid it on the desk. “I still don’t see why I need it.” he said, stretching until he felt the pleasant pop in his joints.
“Need what?” one of his co-workers, a pretty Asian girl called Lana, asked, looking up at him from the tea she was stirring.
“These pinafores,” he said, picking it up between his index fingers and thumbs and looking at it incredulously. “It’s not like I make the food. Why do I need it?”
She smiled and replied with a simple, “Because the boss says, and what he says goes.” She sipped her tea but put it down. It must be too hot, Robin decided. Lana always had a cup of tea at the end of the day: she loved it.
He shrugged and said, “I guess you’re right. But I still don’t… Oh, whatever. I’m out. Congratulations – you get the lovely task of being last to leave,”
She smirked and said, “No problem. See you.”
Robin picked up his coat and gave her an extravagant bow, declaring, “Until we meet again, fair lady.”
“Oh, stop it, you,” she said, turning away from him.
He said no more to her and left through the front doors. He took a couple of steps before turning to look back at the café with more than faint dislike in his eyes. In a way, he hated it. It stifled his creativity, didn’t allow him to be what he wanted to be and already was. But… It paid the bills better than illegal work ever did, but only because he was too scared to do anything other than petty thefts.
He spun on his heel and walked away from the café, shoving his hands in his pockets to see if he had enough for a cab. Apparently not. He groaned and kept walking. Sure, it was only a half-hour walk, but he really wasn’t in the mood. He wanted to get home quickly. He sped up, having to push past people on the crowded streets. Days like this, he hated it. All he wanted to do was get home, get wasted, and watch old episodes of Lost. If Damien was there then even better. His flatmate always had been a good drinking buddy.
Robin slipped down an alley, and heard the sounds of the bustle and energy get left behind, as he eventually could hear nothing but his footsteps bouncing off the walls. It was colder down there, and he shivered, wrapping his jacket tighter around him. The noise of the traffic and city started becoming louder again and he emerged into the street on the other side. A sick, wet cough from his left caught his attention, and he turned to look to it. A man was sat on the street, leaning against the building behind him. He had a cap in front of him which had a few pennies in it, but not many. Not even enough for a cup of coffee. Robin felt himself torn: a part of him wanting to get home, another wanting to help this poor man. He found himself handing the man his gloves and what little money he had within moments, making the man’s slate-grey face light up to a more natural shade.
Robin went on his way with a spring in his step and a gleam in his eye. He could get pissed with a clear conscience now.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.
