Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 9, 2011 0:33:27 GMT -5
••Christina Ann Robins
Virtuoso, Cunning, Loner
[/COLOR]Virtuoso, Cunning, Loner
••THE BASICS
Christina Ann Robins: Goes by Robin[/size]
Female.[/size]
15 years.[/size]
Caucasians.[/size]
PLAY BY: Monika Jagaciak[/size]
Straight
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••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
Appearance
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Robin is a small girl, just... small. She's not bothered by it, although people frequently telling her this can irritate her considerably. She's only 5'1" and weighs just over 95 lbs. However, for many years of her life, Robin swam on a high-level swim team- earning her broad-shoulders, and lean muscles underneath her seemingly frail body.
Robin has short blond hair that reaches her shoulders-- that wraps her dirty-blond hair naturally in tight, thin ringlets- giving her her a much younger appearance. However, growing up for Robin had been rough, and she usually cut her hair with a kitchen knife when it began to get in the way, giving it a choppy outward appearance. Robin has slate blue eyes, which ravel into cat-like almond shapes.
Robin is averagely colored. She is Caucasian (white) and somewhat tanned, as she spends most of her time outside. She small hands, average sized feet... and pretty much average everything else (e.g. nose, mouth, knees, elbows...)
Personality[/size]
Robin is a quiet girl, who rarely chooses to interact with the cats around her. Her size has failed her over and over again, giving her a terrible self-esteem. However, the few people that get to know her might describe her as a faithfully loyal girl, who prides herself in the single ability of stealth.
Robin keeps her word. When she says something-- she means it, and actually cares about what others say, do, and think. Her hopes, dreams, secrets, morals, values, and talents are concealed so deep within her, she is not even aware of them herself until her feet have left the edge. She's highly disciplined, rarely smiles-- but when she does, you know she considers you a friend.
HISTORY.
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Robin grew up normally. Around ten years of age, her mother died from second-hand smoke lung cancer. Her father, grieving, but enlisted in the U.S. Army-- could not raise Robin and her younger sister on her own. He sent them to live with a friend of his, while he remained over-seas.
Robin and her younger sister, Ashley, moved in with Trent Jaymoe, moving cost-ally across the country to Pennsylvania. There, she lived for three years, quite normally. School, swim-team, and her passion for the piano and literature took up most of her free time. Then, Robin discovered her ability.
**Here, I am requesting a unique ability. The site did not say where specifically to send the form (e.g. If to PM it to you, if to reply to the thread, put it in the application) So I choose the later so as to spare you some time. If you are unable to accept my choice of ability, I will modify Robin's history to fit her new ability. I put the power request under 'Power'.**
Robin discovered her ability to sense emotions at 13 years of age. She found, while sitting in class, she could 'feel' through cloud-like images and colors in her head to understand how a person was feeling. This proved to be handy, as whenever she closed her eyes-- she could sense guilt, anger, irritation, eg. inside of people and locate their location based on their emotion.
She told Trent of her ability, a few months later, and he helped her grow in the art through different meditation practices. He taught her tia-kwan-do, karate, and other forms of inner-peace and self defense. As a result, Robin can throw quite a good punch.
But the calmer part of the practices allowed Robin's abilities to kindle into a roaring flame. Through meditation, martial-art-stances, and yoga, she learned to channel her emotions so precisely-- that she could take the energy created by each emotion, and convert it into raw life-force energy. A form of energy that resembled a small flame (or large, depending on her concentration) that typically took the color of the stereotype emotion color. (e.g. red=anger, blue=sadness). Although Robin's abilities seem powerful and mighty, the girl is weak in her ability. As Trent often told her, she must, 'practice, focus, and believe' if she is to grow. Any empathy-flames she creates drains her energy rapidly, and she is vulnerable to mental assault. Her lack of self-confidence lets her ability rise barely above a kindle, and she has yet to master the simple art of understand people normally, much less their emotions.
LIKES.
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- High-Places; small places; places she can be alone and train; places she can disappear off to.
- Music. Robin loves the piano. One of the reasons Robin's ability is so undeveloped is her love for th music. She spends hours composing, ear-training, and just running her fingers over the keys of her Key-Board. She would also prefer to listen to instrumental music than Pop, rock, or Hip-Hop; Robin says that music like that tells a story.
- Writing. Robin likes to write, carrying a simple white binder around with her nearly everywhere. She keeps a mechanical pencil tied in with her shoe-laces, and has many, many unfinished story ideas.
- Adventuring. Although she may not seem like the type, Robin loves to sneak off into the woods, caves, or even the depths of the ocean. All in all, she keeps that iPod of hers playing that dramatic instrumental music while she dives into the unknown. She just doesn't like to... share, of her many experiences (as many of them do not end well).
- Reading. Although this may fall into the 'Writing' category, Robin considers reading a very different thing from writing. After all, you can read a good story-- but not write one. Her passion for writing came from books. Books hold endless adventures in store for her- as she can travel to the depths and heights of the universe.
DISLIKES.[/size]
- Punk; Rock; Heavy Metal. The pulsing gives her a terrible headache-- the empathy factor never helping, as people tend to feel the music, and sending it straight into her.
- Mexican Food.
- Metaphors on the meaning of life.
- People who consider themselves Natural Leaders. "Good for you," she says. "That you step up and lead a group of people. But when you yourself are convinced of your superiority, that is where you begin to fail."
- Hugs. As crazy as this may sound-- they make her feel trapped; they often feel forced by the people who have given her some.
- (If I need more serious ones, let me know.)
STRENGTHS.[/size]
- Robin is very quick, and very nimble. She can scale trees without a second thought.
- Robin has a highly-exercised, creative mind. She never ceases thinking, and can surprise mostly everyone with astounding new ideas to tackle a problem.
- Robin is quite physically fit. She swam on a team for nearly nine years of her life, starting when she was six. She has an excellent endurance, and can run for many hours on end.
- Very loyal. When she says something, she means it, and will carry out all promises.
- Robin prides herself in the ability to sneak past others, and track them down with ease. Now while as this may have something to do with her ability, her clever mind allows her to think of creative ways to escape detection when cornered. She can slip through a crowd like a fish, and fit in the smallest of spaces due to her size.
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
- Terrible self-esteem. She highly underestimates herself, and while she can escape from detection, she might not even attempt to do so-- convinced that she isn't good enough to do so.
- Her size is both a strength and a weakness. While she can slip through small spaces, that also means she can't reach that book on the top shelf (speaking both literally and metaphorically).
- Also quite the loner. She shys away from working in large groups, and grows claustrophobic around large crowds. She is the typical kid in the corner, reading that book.
- She gets horribly confused; often. She is constantly receiving emotions from people. When talking to them, she finds it hard to understand why people think with their head, and not their heart. While they may come across as full pf anger, Robin can feel that they are in fact sad-- and she is often put at a loss of how to cope with that.
- Not only do large crowds put her on edge-- but the surge of emotion coming from the people around her can cause her to be weakened physically. This especially comes into play in places with high emotion, (e.g. The wall, a movie playing Titanic)
FEARS.[/size]
- Medical Experiments/Procedures: Whether being drugged, the dentist, or being put under and experimented on-- Robin spent too much time in the hospital as a child to not be afraid. She is deathly afraid of syringes, needles, and refuses to take any Advil or teninol. The first few times she received sleeping-pills, or Novocaine for a tooth removal-- she fought the drugs so hard, they had to give her three times the normal amount they give adult-males to put her under.
- The Fog. Once, when she was nine-- Robin was separated from her class in a camping trip. A huge fog and storm rolled in, and the girl was forced to take shelter in the wilderness, wandering for nearly two days in an endless, thick fog. Terrified; Robin jumps at the sound of thunder and shudders as it's rumble pulses through her. The fog particularly terrifies the blonde. The thought of endless colors and emotions swirling through her head, yet not being able to see where it came from makes her sick. Blindness, smoke from fire, and smoke-screen machines at Halloween all make her stop dead in her tracks.
GOALS.[/size]
- To start a family. Due to her mother's death-- Robin feels quite strongly about one day starting a family of her own.
- Robin wants to one day compose music for a living on piano-- or perhaps orchestral soundtrack for movies.
POWER.[/size]
Character's Name: Christina Ann Robins
Your Name: Daze
Power Name: Empathetic Life-Force
Power Description: One possessing this ability can sense the general emotions of people around them. They cannot, however, manipulate them, and are sometime overwhelmed and manipulated by shear power of particular emotions. The holder can use this ability to track those around them, finding that each person has a specific empathy signature (despite their emotion at the moment). The can also use their ability to channel their own and other's emotion into a life-force energy, that can cause damage to assailants. The life-force-empathy energy appears as a small flame (or large, depending on the person's control) on either/both of the user's hands. Cannot be tossed.
••BEHIND THE MASK
Daze. Call me Daze.[/size]
15 years.[/size]
Female.[/size]
U.S. Central.[/size]
Proboards Advertisement.[/size]
N/A.[/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
This RP sample came from a Hunger Games RP site that I had joined. This character, also going by the name of Robin, was eventually killed. But before she died, she wrote a letter of her life to a friend of hers. This is an excerpt from the letter.
Dear.... Hopefully a Friend of Mine,
I decided to write my life, my story, the moment things started going haywire. Seriously haywire. Maybe It'll explain some things... maybe not. But'll help me, and my conscious. You don't have to read it, for I tell you-- not every moment is going to be a happy one. But I'll write m story, from third-person.
Thank you-- for even taking the time to read this paragraph.
Robin walked tenderly into the falling down barn on the edge of the district. She gripped her fencing rod lightly, prepared to shift from hand to hand if necessary. Her long curly brown hair floated behind her as she cautiously, but quickly took each step-- her light gray eyes scanning the floor of the barn for snares.
It wasn't above Trent to attack her randomly.
A subtle rustling in a large pile of disgusting looking hay made Robin's head jerk to the side in a bird-like fashion. The noise automatically set her into a fighting stance. "En Gard, my friend..." She whispered to herself, taking a step forward-- ears pricked.
After turning to the side and stepping forward, her bare feet sensed an awkward vibration in the floor behind her, quick and light-- an obviously in attack mode. Her keen ears heard quick scuffling behind her, and a whoosh of air against staff told Robin everything that she needed to know. Wheeling around, just in time, Robin raised her sturdy but light staff upward to block the blow.
Trent's mischievous face bounced above her as the blow and strain of impact slowly dragged the girl to her knees. She gasped at the force of the staff and closed her eyes, mind whirling.
She only had a few moments before she couldn't hold it anymore and fall. So she had to... Robin grunted as she released Trent's wooden practice staff and dodged the attack. She moved her leg upward at blinding speed and delivered a painful and powerful kick as she slammed him as hard as she could in the knees. She heard him let out a gasp of pain and smiled; it was surprisingly satisfying.
She rolled to the side to get behind him but let out a screech as his signature kick came crashing down on-top of her. He had predicted she'd roll next, and she should've known to feint. Robin her roll was stopped and she was sent flying backward into the barn walls. With a crack, the age-old barn walls shuddered against the sudden, light, weight.
Only for a heartbeat she was laying sprawled on the floor, she instantly twitched as she leaped to her feet, fist curled firmly around her staff and muscles aching. He rushed her, staff held high above his surprisingly serious face, and she rushed to meet him with her own staff in a smiler position.
There was a dull clang as wood met wood and the two friends engaged in a deep combat. Robin wheezed as his fist came around about and met her shoulder, but she retaliated with a sharp jab of her staff into his now exposed side.
She ducked as his staff made a wide swing and lifted up her own to block his counter-attack. The girl bunched up her muscles and leaped upward, bringing her staff down upon his head hard. He blocked it however, and Robin found herself struggling to hold onto her own defense as he whirled the two staffs around at a blinding speed.
Panicking, Robin's grip on her own staff loosened for a millisecond. Trent wasted no time in thrusting his staff into her hand, prying it open and sending her own staff flying off into the distance. Staring momentarily after it, Robin gawked-- realizing her only defense was gone.
Or was it?
Robin grunted as she punched and kicked outward, Trent reflecting them with a coy smile on his face-- but it slowly turned to wonder as her kicks and punches grew faster and more vicious. Finally, he managed to get in a kick. Sending her away with a screech. Rolling shakily to her feet, she grabbed a wooden plank, using it as a shield as his staff came crashing down.
The plank shattered in her hands and Robin let out a moan as splitters attacked her face, and hands ruthlessly. But it was better than a blow to the head. Trent retaliated as the twelve-year old's plank tore his staff in two with a clean blow. Dropping the staff as if it were on fire, he leaped away-- only somewhat gracefully.
In a flash, Robin was on those pieces, taking one in each hand. As Trent stumbled away, she was in a cat-like crouch in an instant. Keeping her legs tense, she prepared to pounce-- two dagger like staffs in hand, as the figure of her best-friend staggered off the floor.
"All-right...! All-right...!" He moaned, clutching his stomach and raising his hands in a obvious sign of peace. "You're proved your worth..."
"Yes, Yes I have," she said smugly- folding her arms and twirling the dagger in between her fingers-- sending them straight into her pocket. She then looked down at her hands and began to pull splinters out of her flesh, grimacing.
And the RP sample ends here. I am particularly proud of this fight-scene.
