@Avanhelsing - You can always come interact with Robin while she waits for her cup of tea :)
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To those who I'm in talks with, or organising roleplays with - I will be gone for a couple days. I've had a mentally traumatising couple of days and need a break from everything to recouperate. Thanks
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Robin Nightingale
The Carpenter's House
A simple tune blared from an alarm clock somewhere near by, and an arm escaped the mess that was a duvet to shut it up. Robin let out a heavy sigh, breath misting up the air like a dragon puffing smoke. Again‽ She exclaimed, How many times do I need to wake up freezing cold before i learn to shut my windows? Getting up, she rushed quickly to put some warm clothes on, before closing the window quite forcefully in her haste. Next came a lovely warm hearth, Robin set aside a few logs from her pile, and loaded them into the fireplace, smallest to largest, before adding kindling, newspaper and of course a flame.
Another sigh escaped Robin's lips, this time relief. The fire grew nicely as she collapsed into an armchair just within the glow of the flame. A little tittering announced the arrival of a little sparrow sitting on the outside windowsill. Looking down at her watch Robin smiled in amusement " Mr Edelweiss" she whispered, mock-sternly, " You're early again, but you know that don't you?" She said, suppressing another beam. Opening the window the bird, sorry, Mr Edelweiss flew straight in, heading directly for the fridge where he knew his breakfast would be stored. Robin followed and indulged his silent plea, swing the door open and taking out a small dish with miniture fat balls on it, humming quietly to herself as she lay it on the table.
"The time has come" the Walrus said "to speak of many things;
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings,
Of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings"
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings,
Of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings"
She sniggered slightly, before muttering quietly to herself " Even I know pigs don't have wings" she paused momentarily, thinking, before continuing "but imagine if they did, imagine what wonderful creatures they'd be". The little sparrow on the table seemed to choke slightly, almost at the thought of it. "Oh, no. Mr Edelweiss, I didn't mean that. You're a wonderful creature, but you know how intriguing the unknown and unreal is, don't you?" She left the question hanging, whirling around picking up a few needed supplies before heading down towards the main bit of the village. She needed more food, both for herself and her 'pets', so she headed out the door, forgetting to pick up several things like always (her purse for example this time), not realising her answering machine was flashing: she had a message.
Town Centre and Café
As she strolled quietly down the lane, she heard small birds chirruping in the trees, and other small mammals like wild hogs snuffling on the other side of the hedgerow. It was a short walk however, and she had walked faster than expected, meaning some of the shops she had wanted to visit were still closed. Robin instead settled for a pot of tea and decided to head towards the café. Her anxieties rose however when she saw a flaxen haired man walk into the coffee shop, someone she didn't recognise, and she had to follow him in. As he stopped at the counter to order something, she slipped as she came to a halt and almost ploughed into the back of him; her cheeks flared instantly to a shade almost as bright as the hair on her hair on her head before she whispered "S-s-s-sorry" timidly, scooting off to find a seat and wait until Greyson was free.
I am able to link to the image, as long as I link it as a url, however it won't allow me to link it as an image because it just saves it as an X in a box.
Robin Nightingale
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in
N A M E
Robin Nightingale
A G E
27
B I R T H D A Y
Fall 10th
G E N D E R
Female
O C C U P A T I O N
Carpenter/ Log Feller
Dendrophile
P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Positive: Courteous, Genuine, well-read, forgiving.
Negative: Easily infatuated, somewhat aggressive, kind of a loner, indecisive,
Negative: Easily infatuated, somewhat aggressive, kind of a loner, indecisive,
F A V O R I T E S E A S O N
Fall
F A V O R I T E C O L O R
Various shades of reds, yellows and green
F A V O R I T E F O O D
Fruit Salad
L I K E S
Animals, apples, leaf day, cup of chocolate, quiet days where she can relax with the animals, whittling
D I S L I K E S
Animals being abused/exploited (plot point with rancher/ animal orientated farmer maybe?), all types of meat, tomatos.
D O Y O U B E L I E V E I N M A G I C ?
"As someone who often spends time alone in the forest, I have thought on several occasions that I'd seen a few Harvest Spirts. It is hard to believe sometimes though, especially when times are rough and don't get better"
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Family unknown due to being abandoned whilst young, Even the surname Robin goes by isn't truly hers as it was her adoptive parents'.
A N I M A L F R I E N D S
Sees all animals of the forest as part of her family/pets.
H O M E L I F E
Where do you live on the map and what is your home like? Number 15. The house itself is kind of what you'd expect from a Carpenter. Beautifully lain out wood work, accompanied by rustic themed furniture and an old 'homely' feeling cottage exterior
S T O R Y
Robin grew up in a large city with two caring adoptive parents. Growing up, she loved woodshop and would spend hours designing little figures and whittling away to make them, it gave her something to take her mind off of her parents (well, lack of them). Despite this Robin knew that she had to move due to a combination of unresolved emotional issues and an overwhelming anxiety of crowded places. Valbree seemed like the perfect place - lots of places where she could keep to herself and just try to sort herself out. Where s/he could practice and refine her art.
For several months she lived alone with only the forest animals as companions, only traversing into town itself to purchase supplies. But as she became more accustomed to the folk there she began to spend more time closer to town. Robin eventually took over the old carpentry shop and the house that came with it and began helping out villagers around the town, and even the occasional city dweller that ordered something from her. She still keeps to herself mostly, not wanting to rely on anyone too much - just waiting for them to fail her like Robin's parents, which really contrasts with her tendency to fall head over heels for people of the opposite sex who seem extremely nice to her.
All the time alone did leave it's mark however, and she can no longer bare to eat the flesh of animal, and is semi-against it leading to often heated discussions with other villagers.
For several months she lived alone with only the forest animals as companions, only traversing into town itself to purchase supplies. But as she became more accustomed to the folk there she began to spend more time closer to town. Robin eventually took over the old carpentry shop and the house that came with it and began helping out villagers around the town, and even the occasional city dweller that ordered something from her. She still keeps to herself mostly, not wanting to rely on anyone too much - just waiting for them to fail her like Robin's parents, which really contrasts with her tendency to fall head over heels for people of the opposite sex who seem extremely nice to her.
All the time alone did leave it's mark however, and she can no longer bare to eat the flesh of animal, and is semi-against it leading to often heated discussions with other villagers.
Oh whoops, I've been working on a post, didn't realise I had been accepted ,I was still working on the image and for the life of me cant get it to work properly lol. For now I've resorted to linking the url.
@MissCapnCrunch
@MissCapnCrunch
Anyone feel like working with my character to take down a brave ogre?
And i'm a dolt. I didn't even fill in the personality section. Also checking new colour formatting
Bar the titles, what needs fixing up @MissCapnCrunch?
Ugh, too tired to think up smart quotes XD
Probably just because i'm tired as all hell, but what's the 'title goes here' for?
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