[/img]Robert Blake Name:
Nickname/Alias: " Rock "
Age:24
Gender:male, duh
Sexuality: Straight as god damn arrow
Love Interest:Love? I don't need it, but if your lookin' for some good lovin' then I'm your man
Daytime Appearance: He doesn't particularly like shirts, or that's what one would think seeing as he never missed a chance to tear one right off, If he's wearing one in the first place. Otherwise just a pair of blue jeans, socks, shoes, the normal stuff. What stands out about Rock his his unusual hairstyle. His hair during the daytime is a pale blond
Night-time Appearance: the only change in his appearance goes from a pale blond to a more white, blondish color
Personality: I'm not afraid to speak my mind, I say what i want when i want to say it when i want to say it, and when I'm talking you damn well better listen. Not interested in what I have to say? Well you better be a good actor and show some interest if you like your face not being a bloody mess, ok so I'm a little violent..who isn't? Don't answer that, and don't you dare think because I prefer to think with my fist that I'm an idiot, I graduated high school. If the sun is down you better be on your best behavior because I damn well won't be, and if you make the mistake of pissing me off you better say your last words 'cuz you just bought yourself an ass kicking express ticket to the pits of hell
Weapon: My trusty solid steel baseball bat, it's my second deadliest weapon next to my fist and is what I used to cut many young lives brutally short
Weakness: attacks directly to my head, I was always prone to bad headaches and minegranes which only made me an angrier child when I was still in high school
Death:You'd think I'd go out some badass sort of way, maybe in a brawl, me trying to take down someone twice my size or something tough like that. Wrong! I got hit by a fucking truck cuz I wasn't looking both ways, looks like they tell you look both ways for a reason, who knew?
History:So I may have had a bit of an aggression problem, may have killed a few people, permanently hospitalized and or crippled a couple dozen. Who hasn't? Again, don't answer that, seriously, unless you wanna die right now
Goal: To him it's just a chance t kick up more dust and raise a little more hell until his next death is permanent, but deep down he always regretted the stress and depression he put on his mother with having such a "problemed child " that inevitably led her to suicide. He would always say " oh well, she was too weak, the bitch is just another corpse now " but deep inside he hated himself for it, more than he hated anything else in the world he lived in. Needless to say his father hated and disowned him, he always thought he would get the chance to sit down with his father and apologize, maybe let him know know much really loved the both of them.
Other: If I don't like you, then you most likely suck
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