@clanjos *Is waiting for your reply to the PM*

Eh, I might not join after all. I might just not be feeling it right now, but I'd rather not drag everyone else down. I can always joing later. Probably.

@clanjos
It may be suffering, but it is necessary.

Hmm... I might rewrite my characters backstory with my own cliches, now that I know we don't have you the example ones go me XD

Curious why someone's willing to play a secondary though- being a Secondary Rider is suffering.

Sometimes we need real heroes.

@Braigo Real heroes? Pffffft. All we need is the power of cuteness!

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*Is still waiting for a response to their PM* >_<

Name: Robin Aressy

Age: 26

Appearance: Robin is tall and slender, with relatively long hair that seems to flow like dark waves from the top of his head. It's dark in color, and he's usually pushing it out of his face with his bony fingers. He has a clear, yet pale complexion and his eyes are dull brown. Most of the time his expression is neutral and usually he doesn't show any kind of emotion if he doesn't have to. Robin doesn't leave much of an impression on a space because it seems as though it's always easy to overlook him, and he's most definitely trying to avoid eye contact.

You'll never see Robin wearing anything but long sleeves because it covers severe scarring from burns up the side of his right arm. He even wears a dark glove on one hand just to hide the damage, and the reminder it leaves of decisions he regrets. His clothing choice is dark, right down to his dark leather boots and the long black tailcoat that he's always strapped around him. Sometimes he also wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, but mostly he sticks to contacts.

Identity: GUILT

Personality: Robin is mostly distant and likes to keep it that way. He never talks to anyone, and even when someone asks him a question he'll either mutter the answer quietly under his breath or even just point to something or make a small gesture. That being said, he's almost always the first to respond in a situation. He's had first-aid training, among other things, and whenever he has an applicable skill, or even if he doesn't; he'll try his best to help out regardless of the risks. Those that do get to know him, even if he doesn't talk often, seem to get an idea that there's some level of martyrdom to his actions. Like he is purposefully throwing himself into dangerous situations because of something that's eating at him on the inside. He's almost like a noble husk. He wants to do good, and he wants to help when people need him, but there isn't really feeling in these situations. He's completely apathetic about the people involved, even the victim. He's only interested in the task.

Brief Backstory:

"It was supposed to be me."

Robin and Thaddeus grew up to be very close friends, and despite Robin's shyness, Thad became the only person whom he could trust completely, and thus the only person he could talk to. They'd spend almost every hour they could together, dreaming up ways to save the world, or to help other people in their free time. Even then, both wished to be heroes in some shape or form.

Though that sometimes led into trouble.

As they grew up, both boys began to gain an appreciation for the outdoors, and it was something that both used as refuge often. Thad was from a foster home that, while they were trying their best, had two lovely people that had so many other things and more difficult children on their plate that he often fell to the wayside. And Robin's mom was a divorcee whose pride and vanity left no room for Robin. So they'd go hiking. Or camping. They spent many nights far in the wilderness under the stars.

"What's your thoughts on death, Robin?"

This was a normal question for the ever-pensive Thad. He was fascinated by mortality and the idea of what came next.
It was the night after Thad's eighteenth birthday. He'd left his home the moment he had a chance. And since neither boy really had any idea of what was coming next, they decided to go to their usual place: a hill near the stars. But they heard screams that night. Both boys leapt to their feet and chased after the sounds.

They found a house on fire, and a little boy trapped by the window. They leapt into action. Both charged through the doorway, the house was already consumed by the flames, and it didn't take long for Arthur to notice a gas tank nearby.
Thad made it to the kid first. He wrapped both hands around the boy's waist and threw him over his shoulder. They were cough and hacking.
At one point debris fell and Arthur knocked it away with his arm, gritting his teeth as the flames burned over his flesh.

The were almost there. Both could see their exit through a hole in the wall when a board collapsed under Thad's foot.

"Take him, Robin! Don't worry about me! Go!"

Arthur wanted to say something, anything, but the boy was crying, the air was roaring, and all Arthur wanted to was say no.

But Thad would never forgive him if he risked this boy.

He dropped the boy inside, and he was ready to go back in for him, but the world wouldn't have it that way. The entire structure caved, the fires roared higher, and there was no further entrance inside.
Though a large part of him wanted to run into the inferno anyway.

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The debris was cleared the next day. Arthur managed to drive both of them to a payphone despite the excruciating pain in his arm. From there everything else happened. He was told the pain in his arm would likely be chronic, that it was an incredibly severe burn, but the boy was alright.

And they found Thad's charred body the next morning.
Arthur was prescribed a high-intensity pain killer that he's taken ever since. Most of the time recreationally moreso than for their intended purpose.
He wanted to stop feeling, but he still wanted to save people. It was what Thad wanted.

So that's the way that Arthur decided he would go. He got a basic office job but would use his first-aid training and wilderness survival skills occasionally to help on ski-hills during the winters or camp grounds some summers.
But it was his secret hope that he'd die the same way Thad did. Saving people.

Though death isn't noble in the slightest.

Your Wish: To be with Thaddeus.

Other: Elective Mute, Survivor Guilt, Functional Addict, Self-Deprecative Hero, Martyr Without a Cause (kinda used tvtropes as a reference)

Looking at this backstory... Out of curiosity, have you ever watched a Tokusatsu program? Power Rangers counts. That sort of backstory really goes in the face of the tone I'm looking for here.

I mean, maybe go for crossing the line twice- your character's friend was his partner on the police squad, who was two days from retirement so he could go be a better husband to his pregnant wife. But then he was tragically gunned down by a suit monster and you're seeking answers. Maybe paramedics responding to monster terrorism resulted in one's death. There's just not a lot of romance in what you've got there. I'm not looking for gritty, realistic tragedy so much as ham-fisted melodrama.

Right, CHESS, BURST, and DEITY are accepted. Sorry it took so long for me to get around to you.

@MysteriousFrog, @Braigo, @Vocab

@RedXCross

You still interested?

For the rest of you guys, the OP's getting posted today one way or another.

Okie dokie.

So yeah, was pretty much knocked out with some serious sinus problems and a double ear infection for awhile.
I'm getting better now, but I've sorta come to the realization that I can't actually write a tokuman worth shit, so I'm gonna formally bow out from this one. Sorry guys, hope you have a fun time.

@Braigo I think the RP's dead. Everybody else has lost interest so it seems.