Post by whochick on Apr 22, 2009 15:34:17 GMT 1
'ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY
(ROBIN HOOD)'
FULL NAME Robin of Locksley.
NICKNAMES Robin Hood.
AGE mid-twenties, born approx 1168.
GENDER male.
SUGGESTED PB Jonas Armstrong.
RELIGON Christian (denomination never mentioned)
SEXUALITY straight/bi (there's some innuendo in the show)
STATUS single, in love with Marian.
HOMETOWN Locksley, England.
FATHER The Earl of Huntingdon (deceased)
MOTHER unknown (presumed deceased)
SIBLINGS none known.
PETS nil
HEIGHT 6ft exactly
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS Black cross outline on left bicep.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Lean, rangy build, brown messy hair, blue eyes, generally unshaven but not bearded, Archer's physique and string/bowhand callouses. Large, prominent scarring to left ribcage from wound sustained in the Holy Land.
PERSONAL STYLE Homespun cottons and leather jerkins. Braided trims, lacings an comfortable mid-calf boots. Hoods and capes favoured in colder months, linen shirts and neckties in warmer months.
LIKES Loyalty, camaraderie, homecoming, justice, fairness and personal affirmation.
DISLIKES Injustice, disloyalty, betrayal, boredom, persecution, isolation, self-doubt.
STRENGTHS Amazingly skilled with a bow, cunning plotter, natural leader, strong moral code, champions the underdog, follows through, keeps promises, loyal to a fault.
WEAKNESSES Arrogant, overly confident, judgemental, overly trusting, idealist.
FEARS Being alone, amounting to nothing, not making a difference, moral ambiguity.
LINK TO YOUR CHARRIE CHARACTER NAME HERE - not sure what a "charrie" is mods, or where to find the link.
BRIEF BACKGROUND[/b]
Robin of Locksley was born to all the privilege of a nobleman. His father, the Earl of Huntingdon, raised him to believe in justice, the law and fighting for what he believed in. Whilst he sometimes struggled to accept the authority of others, he idolised his father and was devastated when he died. Robin has no other family (at least none have been mentioned in the show) and his only link to his childhood is the household staff, especially Much, and the family of the ex-Sheriff of Nottingham - Edward and Marian Fitzwalter.
When King Richard called upon him to fight in the Holy Land, Robin immediately accepted, despite his affection for Marian. He believed wholeheartedly in the cause and felt that Richard was trying to bring freedom and enlightenment to the heathen Saracens. When he arrived in Jersualem, he found that truth was far different. Although he lost faith in the cause, he fought hard for his king and took his vows seriously. He was wounded saving the king's life and sent back to England as a reward for excellent service to the crown.
When he returned to his homeland, accompanied by the ever-faithful Much, Robin discovered that the people were practically enslaved to the whims of the evil Sheriff Vaisey of Nottingham, his lackey Sir Guy of Gisborne and the scheming Prince John.
Robin quickly fell out of favour with the ruling elite and found himself cast adrift, leader of a small band of outlaws and very recently cut off from all contact with the woman he loved - Marian. It took her imprisonment in the castle to make him realise how he truly felt about her ... and how much he hated Guy for robbing him of what little love he'd managed to scrounge from the ruins of his previous life.
Much and the other members of the gang mean the world to Robin, but Marian holds a link to the life he'd envisioned for himself before the war. In a way, she embodies his view of the man he might have been if he'd never been to war.
PERSONALITY[/b]
Robin is a classic idealist, however his own high opinion of his abilities often clouds his judgement and makes him a difficult man to follow. He attracts people of strong character, yet expects them to bend to his will and take orders. Robin has a firm belief in right and wrong and cannot stand idly by and watch another human being suffer if that suffering is undeserved or unwarranted. He has a strong love for his countrymen and his king. He is unswervingly loyal to his own strict moral code and little time for those who are more morally flexible.
He loves Marian, probably more than he realises at first. In fact, Robin has a desperate underlying need for personal affirmation and love. He draws a lot of comfort from Much's devoted presence and the loyalty of his gang. He draws a large proportion of his personal worth from the adoration and support he receives from the commoners he helps.
He is haunted by the horrific events he witnessed and participated in during his crusade in the Holy Land. In modern terms, he suffers from PTSD and frequently dreams of and is affected by his wartime experiences. If he let it, it would affect his ability with the bow and his decision making capability when leading others.
Robin is essentially a light-hearted idealist who has been hardened by horrific events and personal loss.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Robin scuffed his way to the outskirts of the camp and threw his back against a rough-barked elm with sufficient force to drive the air from his lungs. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth and stared out at the sea of trunks and leaves with unseeing eyes.
Something wasn't right.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something definitely wasn't right ... with the gang, that is. A subtle undertone had shifted, turned into something discordant and yet strangely beautiful in an ominous way. It reminded him of the wailing, shrieking tones of Saracen music - alien but intricate. It demanded his attention, drew him deeper and occupied his mind to the point of distraction. He hadn't been able to sleep that night for mulling it over.
The feeble light of an April sun did little to drive the chill from the forest and he shivered. Out here, alone, he let himself do that. In front of the men, he had to be 'Robin Hood.' Robin Hood most certainly did not shiver.
If he was honest with himself, he looked less and less like the grand figure he was supposed to be - the one that people believed him to be. Oh, his fingers still drew the bow and loosed just as true, but his clothes hung off him and the cold, damp nights of sleeping on the forest floor lingered in his bones ... and so did the dreams that haunted him there.
Something wasn't right.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something definitely wasn't right ... with the gang, that is. A subtle undertone had shifted, turned into something discordant and yet strangely beautiful in an ominous way. It reminded him of the wailing, shrieking tones of Saracen music - alien but intricate. It demanded his attention, drew him deeper and occupied his mind to the point of distraction. He hadn't been able to sleep that night for mulling it over.
The feeble light of an April sun did little to drive the chill from the forest and he shivered. Out here, alone, he let himself do that. In front of the men, he had to be 'Robin Hood.' Robin Hood most certainly did not shiver.
If he was honest with himself, he looked less and less like the grand figure he was supposed to be - the one that people believed him to be. Oh, his fingers still drew the bow and loosed just as true, but his clothes hung off him and the cold, damp nights of sleeping on the forest floor lingered in his bones ... and so did the dreams that haunted him there.
MADE BY ANJEWL90 OF CAUTION TO THE WIND[/size]