Post by robin on Jun 15, 2011 0:04:58 GMT -8
Moores, Robin
DEMIGOD/SATYR/NYMPH
#3rd Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Hebe
Alliance: Resistance
DEMIGOD/SATYR/NYMPH
#3rd Year at Camp
Age: 16
Son/Daughter of Hebe
Alliance: Resistance
Appearance:
Eye(s): Brown
Hair: Black
Height: 6"2
Build Type: Slim
Brief Description:
Robin is a typical skinny skater boy that you would see everyday on the street who's just a bit tall for his age. He also has dark brown almost black helmet hair which he tries to his with a cap along with matching brown eyes. His skin is as soft as a baby's bottom and flawless too just because of his mom. He looks kind of like a girl, bu just don't try to point that out. His attire is mostly the Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and just regular jeans which he doesn't sag at all.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Michelle Moores
Other Family: Cousin Jonesy and Grandpa Farley
Pets: None
Brief History:
Robin Moores was a typical boy ever since childhood, always being disciplined by his mother and grandfather that lived in their two story house in Colorado. He had gone to school regularly and tried to keep his grades at an average but barely did with his ADHD and dyslexia like any other demigod. Robin was also freeloader ever since he was small so work wasn't a thing he'd engage in much. He had learned fencing and sword fighting at a young age also. As he grew older and older, monsters began to find the demigod more easily and started attacking him when he entered high school. He also had a best friend that he had ever since middle school which was a satyr. During that attack, his satyr friend had given him a weapon known as a falchion. Robin somehow fought off the beast and lived to tell the tale. Immediately after that, his satyr friend had taken him back to Camp Half-Blood and already contacted his mother which she agreed to let her son. Robin had let the new info set in during that first summer he went to camp.
Personality:
Robin is a go-with-the-flow type of person and his rebellion-like outbursts are minimal. This boy will withstand all your insults and such without giving a damn about it, so you could vent all your anger on him but be careful on what you say because specific things can only hit his nerves. He's pretty peaceful and calm about almost everything; he can resort to violence only for defense. Also, he cares very much for friends and even enemies because he knows that life always needs them. Overall, he's pretty laid back and really good to socialize with.
Likes:
- soda
- pizza
- Jean Postec
- skatboards
- hats
Dislikes:
- running
- water
- fishes (fears)
- pink
- heights
Skills:
- flexibility
- lower body strength
- sword-fighting and fencing
- natural leader but tends to keep it an all-time low
- ignoring people
Weaknesses:
- upper body strength
- stamina
- his arrogance
- his appearance (looks younger than he is)
- gullible
Passions:
- sword fighting and fencing
- animation
Fears:
- claustrophobic
- being wounded or bloodshed
Hobbies:
- reading
- eating
Fighting Specialty: Falchion
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Extreme Flexibility: He's incredibly flexible because most of his joint are double-jointed and are still like a baby's joint, literally.
Being calm: Robin can stay his cool through any kind of situation which relaxes people a bit.
Speed: This boy's bones are light and thin, so running for awhile isn't a problem for him though he hates it.
Fatal Flaw:
Overestimating people. He backs off a fight really easily because he fears of being beaten mentally and physically. Also, he sucks at evaluation people and their strengths.
Please give a brief background on your minor god. Minor Gods Only: Hebe is the goddess of youth and was the cupbearer for the Gods. She served nectar and ambrosia for them, so they would sustain immortal.
Theme Song: Devoid
Lyrics
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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Robin
Age: Classified
How long have you been role playing?: months
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule : 1
How did you find us?: Proboards
Role Playing Sample:
Russel shuttered at the thought of those hairballs being stronger than they actually were which meant they would be probably more deformed too. Awesome. Now, sabotaging and blowing the place up was something to look forward to. After all, those so-called scientists did deserve all the wrath that the world could give them; the Erasers were twice as freaking deserving. Russ glanced at the two others who wanted to participate in this mission which were girls too. He sighed and shifted his gaze on the ground. Am I really the only guy here? The Avian thought for a second. I shouldn't think about that. What's more important is the mission. Yeah. But wait. How the heck are we gonna blow that freakin' place up?
"How are we going to get our hands on explosives without getting caught in an army weaponry surplus?" Russel crossed his arms and straightened himself. " And how would we know where the exact location is?" The Avian boy didn't want to sound all smart-ass despite the nerdy tone in his voice. Also, what if it were just all a trap? Eh, risks are what makes life exciting especially if you're a freak; besides, the papers from Japan that the Institute had makes the idea of a trap very slim. Russel shot an innocent smile at the girl he remembered as Vyolet and searched his pockets again, feeling nothing but lint. How he hated going somewhere without eating first. " By the way, does anyone have something for me to munch on?" Russel asked sheepishly as his stomach growled rather loudly.
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"How are we going to get our hands on explosives without getting caught in an army weaponry surplus?" Russel crossed his arms and straightened himself. " And how would we know where the exact location is?" The Avian boy didn't want to sound all smart-ass despite the nerdy tone in his voice. Also, what if it were just all a trap? Eh, risks are what makes life exciting especially if you're a freak; besides, the papers from Japan that the Institute had makes the idea of a trap very slim. Russel shot an innocent smile at the girl he remembered as Vyolet and searched his pockets again, feeling nothing but lint. How he hated going somewhere without eating first. " By the way, does anyone have something for me to munch on?" Russel asked sheepishly as his stomach growled rather loudly.
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