Post by Robin Chesterfield on Jan 6, 2017 14:45:45 GMT -5
-- IN CHARACTER --
Name: Robin Chesterfield
Age: 17
Group: ghost
Appearance: She's of medium build and possesses dark green eyes and long chestnut hair. She tends to wear jeans with a nice shirt (i.e. button-up, collar). She wears her straight locks down unless she's playing a sport.
Personality: Robin's a people pleaser. She has no qualms with helping others out but does reserve her better efforts for her closest friends. Though not typically volatile, if someone's offended her personally more than twice, she will turn on them. On her own, she's curious and enjoys spending her time wandering the streets or the woods, whichever is closest.
History: Robin was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona, the youngest of two girls. Her parents died when she was ten so she went to live with her older sister (15 years older) and her husband. There were complications between her and her brother-in-law, and when her sister died from cancer a few years later, Robin moved in with her aunt Gretchen. Despite family complications, she attended Mountain Pointe High School where she was relatively popular due to her kindness and willingness to help. She joined the girls' soccer and lacrosse teams. She often hung out with her friends, simply to avoid going home.
Before she died, she was dating Gerard Archer, a quarterback on the football team. She eventually figured out that he had been cheating on her since they started with seven other girls, one being her best friend Mandy Bailey. Rather than confront them, she ran off to Boston.
Strengths: friendly, athletic, willing to help
Weaknesses: easily betrayed, needy for attention, attached to a best friend necklace
Likes: hanging out with friends, playing sports, wandering the streets or woods, helping others
Dislikes: meat, being avoided, not a fan of music, and scared of vehicles-- OUT OF CHARACTER --
Name/Alias: Scout
How you found us: through Sam1
How long you have been rping for: I'm fairly new
Other characters here: none
Anything else: I write fantasy stories, typically, and generally have three or four going at the same time. Tried at one point, decided that wasn't a good idea.
RP Sample: Thump. Thump. Thump.
She should've known. She should've seen it earlier.
Thump. Thump.
She was always with them. They couldn't have had enough time.
Thump.
She stopped hitting her head against the wall, instead pressing it to the wood. Mandy must have been one of the first, when she wasn't paying that much attention. They could have pulled it off. They did pull it off.
A flash of rage flooded through her but faded a moment later. She couldn't blame anyone but herself. Pulling her knees into her chest, she rested her chin against her arms. Her eyes glistened, her tears finally falling.