Post by Christina Ann Robins on May 13, 2011 21:05:40 GMT -5
Christina Ann Robins
“But at times I wondered
if I had not come a long way
to find that what I really sought
was something
I left behind.”
The basics
»»Character Full Name: Christina Ann Robins
»»Age: 13 years
»»Gender: Female
»»Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
»»Position: Hunter
»»Race: Shape-Shifter
»»Alliance: Griffin
»»Power: Ability to change into a wolf. This fuels her skill to run for hours at great speed, as well as he alarming stealth and ferocity and speed at which she can retaliate.
The Appearance
»»Eyes: Slate Blue. Wide when scared or happy, slit when thinking
»»Markings: Small, almost unnoticeable scar in the corner of her forehead. Robin runs into things a lot. Little known, and greatly ashamed—Robin also bears a huge scar reaching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade in the result of just missing a tree-limb.
»»Height: 5’2”
»»Weight: 85 lbs soaking wet
»»General Appearance: 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 85 lbs—she grew up pretty much on her own, having no one but herself to rely on, which didn’t earn her regular meals fast. However, for many years of the better part of her life, Robin swam on a high-level swim team- earning her broad-shoulders, and lean muscles underneath her seemingly frail body. Her experience with living in the forests, streets, wherever it’s comfortable, leaves her with a jumpy attitude that tends to make her flee.
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 than she actually is. 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...) And is typically wearing a v-necked tee-shirt, and jeans.
The Personality
»»Likes:
»»Dislikes:
»»Strengths:
»»Weaknesses:
»»Secrets: Not really. Sure, Robin’s not open like a book—but she certainly doesn’t have any life-changing secrets.
»»General personality: Robin is a quiet girl, who rarely chooses to interact with the people 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.
The History
»»Mother: Alize Robins (deceased)
»»Father: Henry Robins (deceased)
»»Siblings: America (location unknown) and Bethany (deceased) Robins
»»Others: N/A
»»Background: Robin grew up in the normal family stereotypical family. Mom, Dad, two younger sisters—all but her youngest sister Bethany and her father being shape-shifters. Robin grew up with Shapeshifting prejudice, and ignored it—got used to it. It was a fact of life, being able to turn into a wolf was her pride and joy—no one could take that away from her.
That is… unless they killed her.
Two weeks into December, only a few days away from her birthday—the house Robin called home was set a flame. Staggering to escape the house, her mother, father, and two sisters barely made it out of the house before it crumbled. Outside, rampant ant-shifters crowded around crowing in victory. They shot Robin’s mother on the spot.
Robin screamed and screamed, cradling her little sister Bethany close to her chest. They dragged the two sisters apart—the father already lying in his own pool of blood—and did away with the younger. It was then that Robin escaped. Morphing into the wolf that called deep inside her for vengeance, the girl fled away into the night.
Robin grew up on the street for the next two or three years of her life. She learned to pick the right spots to sleep at night that wouldn’t get herself killed. Several times, she nearly froze to death in the snow—huddling for warmth in her wolf-body’s thick-fur, and at some point you could count every single rib through her skin. But Robin survived. She took to living in the forest nearby and setting up snares and such instead of stealing money, or occasionally hunting for food in her wolf-form, and experience she saved for desperation. Eventually, Robin found her way into the Griffin League—and has lived in that area ever since.
The Player
»»Alias: Daze, of course.
»»Age: 15 years
»»Contact: ax3club@gmail.com
»»RP Sample:
(This a series of excerpts from the last thread I ever did as the hunger-games RPing site Christina Ann Robins. I am reviving her anew on this site, and even though this is not my best work (cough, seriously, cough) I find it appropriate and ceremonial. So don't judge me, please. XD
She was suddenly a blurring mass of sheen and blade, stabbing the peacekeepers in the sides-- retaliating as she receives a bullet to the leg, kicking hard with her other one in one's stomach. Another wound on her arm-- Robin stifled a shriek and continued to dodge the continuous attacks.
The girl let out a huff as she was slammed to the ground-- she turns her labored gaze to the unconscious teenager on the ground next to her. S-She... she couldn’t do this alone.
She raised her sword as a peacekeeper raised a heavy mallet to smash down on her head and barely was able to keep the sword above her head... to block the impending blow.
Robin had excellent endurance and speed in flight... but she could only last so much longer. Rolling quickly, Robin continued to block the blows-- unable to spare a moment to leap to her feet, she was still on the ground. She had been striped of her attack mode-- left with nothing but DEFEND! She saw the girl stumbling for the ax and that set somewhat of a relief in her. She hesitated for a brief moment to block a new oncoming blow-- but it was moment to long.
Her sword was no longer her's.
She watched—gaping, as her sword spun away on the concrete, and was instantly filled with rage. That was the same move that had nearly killed her, what seemed like eons ago-- she should've known not to... Her rage increased as the peacekeeper walked over and picked it up. Examining it.
He grinned and walked over to her.
The sword glinted silver and red in the moonlight.
Robin squirmed and began to roll over to get to her feet, but his boot came crashing down onto her leg-- holding her tightly in place. She squirmed, then lied still-- still unable to catch her breath.
Her blue eyes filled with a child-like-fear as she realized what was happening. The peacekeeper ginned, white teeth shining in the moonlight, he raised the sword high above his head.
Robin closed her eyes and let out a scream, a scream choked with fear, such fear and pain, "Sarah! Sar—"
The sword that once had been her friend cut off her shriek. Her breathing is ragged and faint as it pierced her stomach whole.
“It hurts,” Robin whispered to herself, no one there are the peacekeeper cruely drew the sword out of her stomach. The girl let out a half-gasp for air and pain, eyes filling with tears, voice small and sounding no more than seven.
So faint.
It stops.
Then she takes one shuddering breath.
Then remains still.
Another.
Still.
Paused.
Gave one last thump.
And went.
Her breathing came to an almost peaceful, but shuddering halt.
Her eyes for a moment reflected the stars, then fluttered close.
And they would never, ever, open again.
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How did you find us?: Ad? I’m not quite sure. I think it was an affiltrate.
“But at times I wondered
if I had not come a long way
to find that what I really sought
was something
I left behind.”
The basics
»»Character Full Name: Christina Ann Robins
»»Age: 13 years
»»Gender: Female
»»Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
»»Position: Hunter
»»Race: Shape-Shifter
»»Alliance: Griffin
»»Power: Ability to change into a wolf. This fuels her skill to run for hours at great speed, as well as he alarming stealth and ferocity and speed at which she can retaliate.
The Appearance
»»Eyes: Slate Blue. Wide when scared or happy, slit when thinking
»»Markings: Small, almost unnoticeable scar in the corner of her forehead. Robin runs into things a lot. Little known, and greatly ashamed—Robin also bears a huge scar reaching from shoulder blade to shoulder blade in the result of just missing a tree-limb.
»»Height: 5’2”
»»Weight: 85 lbs soaking wet
»»General Appearance: 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 85 lbs—she grew up pretty much on her own, having no one but herself to rely on, which didn’t earn her regular meals fast. However, for many years of the better part of her life, Robin swam on a high-level swim team- earning her broad-shoulders, and lean muscles underneath her seemingly frail body. Her experience with living in the forests, streets, wherever it’s comfortable, leaves her with a jumpy attitude that tends to make her flee.
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 than she actually is. 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...) And is typically wearing a v-necked tee-shirt, and jeans.
The Personality
»»Likes:
- 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 the music. She spends hours composing, ear-training, and just running her fingers over the keys of her Keyboard. She would also prefer to listen to instrumental music than Pop, rock, or Hip-Hop; Robin says that music like that tells a story. In the better years of her life, Robin took actual lessons. But now, with no one willing to teach her, and no money to spare—Robin plays as she grows, whenever she sees an open piano shop, or radio—she walk right in and sits down to play (or stops and listens for hours)
- Writing. Robin likes to write, carrying a simple leather-clad journal with her everywhere. She made it herself, and it holds countless journal entries, stories, and drawings.
- 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. 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. She keeps her head down and ducks into libraries—liking the calm and peaceful atmosphere. Sometimes, when she’s lucky, Robin will lift a book—and later either sell it, or return it if she can’t get a good price.
»»Dislikes:
- 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.
»»Strengths:
- 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. Not quite strong though, can’t lift more than her body weight—and even that’s quite strenuous for her.
- 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.
- Archery: Hey? You're hungry, and you don't feel like ripping a rabbit's throat out with your wolf-sharp teeth. What's the soultion? Snare and archery.
»»Weaknesses:
- 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 shies away from working in large groups, and grows claustrophobic around large crowds. She is the typical kid in the corner, reading that book.
- Not very trusting. Actually, it’s a very slim chance to earn her trust. But she gives all or none. No halfway trusts, or half-way friends.
- Not incredibly strong. It’s a street rule. If you’re small and weak, you adapt to be fast and run. If you’re big and strong, you fight for what you want. Robin adapted to the first, and kept to it. Can’t say the same for her spirit, however.
»»Secrets: Not really. Sure, Robin’s not open like a book—but she certainly doesn’t have any life-changing secrets.
»»General personality: Robin is a quiet girl, who rarely chooses to interact with the people 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.
The History
»»Mother: Alize Robins (deceased)
»»Father: Henry Robins (deceased)
»»Siblings: America (location unknown) and Bethany (deceased) Robins
»»Others: N/A
»»Background: Robin grew up in the normal family stereotypical family. Mom, Dad, two younger sisters—all but her youngest sister Bethany and her father being shape-shifters. Robin grew up with Shapeshifting prejudice, and ignored it—got used to it. It was a fact of life, being able to turn into a wolf was her pride and joy—no one could take that away from her.
That is… unless they killed her.
Two weeks into December, only a few days away from her birthday—the house Robin called home was set a flame. Staggering to escape the house, her mother, father, and two sisters barely made it out of the house before it crumbled. Outside, rampant ant-shifters crowded around crowing in victory. They shot Robin’s mother on the spot.
Robin screamed and screamed, cradling her little sister Bethany close to her chest. They dragged the two sisters apart—the father already lying in his own pool of blood—and did away with the younger. It was then that Robin escaped. Morphing into the wolf that called deep inside her for vengeance, the girl fled away into the night.
Robin grew up on the street for the next two or three years of her life. She learned to pick the right spots to sleep at night that wouldn’t get herself killed. Several times, she nearly froze to death in the snow—huddling for warmth in her wolf-body’s thick-fur, and at some point you could count every single rib through her skin. But Robin survived. She took to living in the forest nearby and setting up snares and such instead of stealing money, or occasionally hunting for food in her wolf-form, and experience she saved for desperation. Eventually, Robin found her way into the Griffin League—and has lived in that area ever since.
The Player
»»Alias: Daze, of course.
»»Age: 15 years
»»Contact: ax3club@gmail.com
»»RP Sample:
(This a series of excerpts from the last thread I ever did as the hunger-games RPing site Christina Ann Robins. I am reviving her anew on this site, and even though this is not my best work (cough, seriously, cough) I find it appropriate and ceremonial. So don't judge me, please. XD
She was suddenly a blurring mass of sheen and blade, stabbing the peacekeepers in the sides-- retaliating as she receives a bullet to the leg, kicking hard with her other one in one's stomach. Another wound on her arm-- Robin stifled a shriek and continued to dodge the continuous attacks.
The girl let out a huff as she was slammed to the ground-- she turns her labored gaze to the unconscious teenager on the ground next to her. S-She... she couldn’t do this alone.
She raised her sword as a peacekeeper raised a heavy mallet to smash down on her head and barely was able to keep the sword above her head... to block the impending blow.
Robin had excellent endurance and speed in flight... but she could only last so much longer. Rolling quickly, Robin continued to block the blows-- unable to spare a moment to leap to her feet, she was still on the ground. She had been striped of her attack mode-- left with nothing but DEFEND! She saw the girl stumbling for the ax and that set somewhat of a relief in her. She hesitated for a brief moment to block a new oncoming blow-- but it was moment to long.
Her sword was no longer her's.
She watched—gaping, as her sword spun away on the concrete, and was instantly filled with rage. That was the same move that had nearly killed her, what seemed like eons ago-- she should've known not to... Her rage increased as the peacekeeper walked over and picked it up. Examining it.
He grinned and walked over to her.
The sword glinted silver and red in the moonlight.
Robin squirmed and began to roll over to get to her feet, but his boot came crashing down onto her leg-- holding her tightly in place. She squirmed, then lied still-- still unable to catch her breath.
Her blue eyes filled with a child-like-fear as she realized what was happening. The peacekeeper ginned, white teeth shining in the moonlight, he raised the sword high above his head.
Robin closed her eyes and let out a scream, a scream choked with fear, such fear and pain, "Sarah! Sar—"
The sword that once had been her friend cut off her shriek. Her breathing is ragged and faint as it pierced her stomach whole.
“It hurts,” Robin whispered to herself, no one there are the peacekeeper cruely drew the sword out of her stomach. The girl let out a half-gasp for air and pain, eyes filling with tears, voice small and sounding no more than seven.
So faint.
It stops.
Then she takes one shuddering breath.
Then remains still.
Another.
Still.
Paused.
Gave one last thump.
And went.
Her breathing came to an almost peaceful, but shuddering halt.
Her eyes for a moment reflected the stars, then fluttered close.
And they would never, ever, open again.
Password: ~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?: Ad? I’m not quite sure. I think it was an affiltrate.
