Player Info

Name: Kristin
Age: 20
Time Zone: EST
AIM: Winsome Wizard
Email: Badfairy@gmail.com
Experience: Several years.

Character Info

Name: Robin Locksley

Date of Birth/Age: August 20, 1983 (26)

Story of Origin: Robin Hood

Why are they in the City?: To make a difference.

Occupation (if any): Vigilante

Good or Evil? Why?: Good. His main goal is to take from those who have it all and give to those who have nothing at all. In his mind, he's just doing what's right. Why should the people have to bow down to people who aren't worthy of their praises? They shouldn't.

Physical Description: Extremely handsome...and don't think he doesn't know it. Standing just over 6’, Robin is definitely a face that stands out in a crowd…when he actually wants to be seen. Sparkling blue eyes accompany a grin that could light up a room. Since he’s always running, usually from the law, he’s in excellent shape.

PB (please include a picture):
Henry Cavill



Background/History (Two Paragraphs Minimum):

Robin Locksley was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. No, make that platinum. From the second he was brought into this world, he had everything at his disposal. If he wanted something, he could have it, if he didn’t like something, it was gone and never talked about ever again. He was the son of a man who sat at the Oz’s right hand, part of his council. A man in such a position was almost like royalty. People knew the name ‘Locksley’ almost as well as the name ‘Oz’, so little Robin was hardly anonymous growing up. People would see his parents walking with him down the streets, and men would stop to tell them what a strong boy they had, and women would stop to fawn over his good looks. It was hard to resist those big blue eyes, and because his parents didn’t raise him to be a spoilt brat, he had manners. He wasn’t handed anything without saying ‘thank you’, and he never asked for anything without saying ‘please’ first. His father was wise, teaching Robin that just because you can have something, it doesn’t mean you should. He also taught him that it was better to give than to receive. When he was young, he didn’t really understand…but it became clear to him as he got older.

Private school was where the boy was sent when he was old enough, but he always wanted to get home as soon as possible, just to spend time with his father in their shooting range. It was Robin’s favorite hobby, aiming at the targets with the small toy gun his father had gotten him for his 6th birthday. He practiced every chance he got, and his father promised him that when he was older, one day he would get a real gun. His father showed him his collection of pistols, and the boy was in awe. Everything looked so magnificent, especially in comparison to his lame toy gun…

2 years passed by, and an 8 year old Robin noticed that things were changing all around him. His father would come home, outraged about how things were being run. The boy had learned some about the history of the city from school, and other books he had read (he was supposed to take over for his father one day…he had to study, right?), so he was able to understand most of what his father would tell his mother behind closed doors. Robin had always been good at sneaking around without making much noise, a skill he had developed due to an eavesdropping habit. He heard his father tell his mother that he had to do something, that he had to take a stand for what was right, even if it was against the law. Little did he know, this bold and heroic gesture would change their live forever.

Weeks later, Robin’s father (Nicholas Locksley) publically declared his feelings about how the City was being run, speaking out about how the taxes being charged to the lower class citizens was unfair and outrageous. He begged for change…but the three sisters who were now in charge were not pleased. It was decided that Nicholas would be stripped of his position, and the entire family was to be exiled from the City. Of course…this isn’t what happened. Instead, the sisters sent men to their home to get rid of their little problem in a more permanent manner. They had Nicholas and his wife Eleanor murdered in their sleep…and had meant to be rid of the little boy as well, but as fate would have it, Robin was not there that night. He had slipped out of his room in the middle of the night to go to his favorite part of the city; a quiet field that he had made into his own personal shooting range. Later that night, when Robin returned, he heard the voices of the men in the house…and instincts took over. He snuck around his house, quiet as a mouse after years of practice, knowing where not to step so that the floorboards didn’t squeak. He made his way into his father’s study, and grabbed hold of not one, but two of the pistols that his father had shown him when he was just a small boy.

Robin stood there shaking, his finger around the trigger of the gun in his right hand as he watched the man collapse. What had he just done? His thoughts were racing, but he had no time to sit and reflect. His adrenaline was pumping, and he ran back out the door, down the hallway, and towards the back door…though a bang was heard, and this time it was not a good sound. Robin shouted, pain coursing through his entire arm since it had just been grazed by a bullet. Robin aimed a pistol at the intruder and pulled the trigger…once, twice…three times, until his body had collapsed to the ground. All he wanted to do was sit there and cry, and bleed, but he couldn’t. No, he couldn’t just give up. It took all of the young boy’s strength, but he pulled himself together, and ran out of the house; ran away from everything he knew.

That night, it started raining…and Robin Locksley was a pathetic sight. He was cold, wet, and bleeding, walking aimlessly through the streets of the city, two guns still in his grasp. He had one location in mind…the home of a man named Friar Tuck. He was a man his father had trusted, and so Robin trusted him as well. He lifted his good arm, pounding on the door until it opened…and when it did, Robin collapsed, falling into Friar Tuck’s arms.

The news about his family spread quickly, so it was imperative that Robin be kept hidden. Years passed by, and only a few knew of Robin’s whereabouts. He was home schooled by Friar Tuck until he was 17 years of age, but over such a long period of time, Robin had learned much more than what books could teach him. He had met several people along the way who knew who he was, what his father had tried to do for the City, and how good of a man Nicholas was, so they were more than willing to teach him everything and anything they knew. He was taught how to pick locks, pick pockets, steal, barter, and fight by many different people. Being the perfectionist that he was, he excelled at every thing…but above all he was good with a gun. That was something that no one could deny. Each second he had to himself, he was at his shooting range, getting better and better every day.

Robin moved out of the place he had learned to call home when he was 18, without a dime in his pocket or a place to go…but he had a plan. Because he was so well known in the city, he first searched for someone he could trust, and then made that person an offer. In exchange for a place to sleep, he would offer them more gold than they could even think to ask for. Some were skeptical, but Robin always came through. He would take from the rich, and give to the poor. Word got around about Robin’s ability to gain cash for those who needed it…and eventually, people started seeking him out. At times, he wouldn’t even have to ask for a place to stay, they would just insist that he stay the night, since he had been the one who gave them the money to keep a roof over their heads.

Over time, Robin’s name was known all throughout the city. Authorities were out to get him, since he was technically supposed to be dead, but he always managed to slip away from their grasp. The people protected Robin with their lives, because he was their savior. To this day, he is still moving from place to place, never in one spot for long. Nowadays, however, he doesn't stay with many people, because he fears putting them in danger. He gets by, though.


Personality: Robin wouldn't describe himself as 'cocky' or 'arrogant'. Naaah, he'd say he was just 'confident in his abilities'. He's one of the most selfless people you could ever met, but he's not the kindest. If you get on his bad side, there's a chance there's no coming back...and you won't want to be on his bad side. He has a temper that only comes out on rare occasions, hardly ever letting anyone see when he's upset, or angry. He's caring, and loving, and easy to get along with, though he isn't easy to know. The only people who really ever know what's going on in that head of his is his best friend, John, and Friar Tuck. They're the only people he can truly trust.

Other: (Is there anything special about your character: Who is their arch enemy? Roommates? Friends?)

Sample Journal Entry: (First Person)

You wouldn't believe some of the things people save.

No, seriously. Do people really need a golden, diamond studded stop watch? How often are these people sitting around going 'God, I wish I had a stop watch', that they need one made of gold?

It just amazes me that people actually notice when this stuff goes missing. I sell it for half of what it's worth, and that money goes to a family that needs it, so they can have the first actual meal they've had in, oh I don't know, a month, and these greedy sons-of-bitches are pissed because their stopwatch of gold is missing.

Bastards.

Sample Narrative: (Third Person)



"You know somethin', Robin. I was just wonderin', are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh? Our robbin' the rich to feed the poor."
"Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That's a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it."
"Borrow? Boy, are we in debt."