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Robin Carly Foss
N I C K N A M E (S);
Robbie, Birdie
A G E;
Sixteen
G E N D E R;
Female
S E X U A L I T Y;
Bisexual
R O L E;
Roommate 1
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"I'm okay. You're okay. Everything is going to be fine, alright?"
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- [center]P E R S O N A L I T Y;
- [font= Arial]In terms of her personality, Robin is a what many see as a giver- a people pleaser and natural caretaker. The corners of her mouth curl at the corners to create her signature, soft smile, luring others in with the promise of kindness. For the girls, she's extremely externally focused on making sure they're cared for and showing real concern for how they think and feel. Robin tries to see everything from a moral angle, disliking anyone with the tendency to give an impersonal analysis. Overall, she has excellent people skills and has the ability to see the best in others.
Robin tends to be more reserved than others may think, but she doesn't like spending time alone; it's as if her own mind turns against her and she becomes hard on herself, her thoughts turning dark when she's alone. She ignores her need to be alone and tending to herself by surrounding herself with the ones she cares about- the other girls. By placing herself in a situation where she can place others needs above her own, she can forget all about her own problems.
That's not to say that she doesn't have her own opinions. The truth is, in fact, quite the opposite. She has a specific set of morals and lives her life by an ethic code of kindness and compassion. Robin believes in the karma that seems to rule life and every good thing she does will someday come back to her. She struggles to find the balance between showing her anger and keeping it in, believing that Robin's strongest interest lies in being a catalyst of change within other people.
Overall, Robin is a charming, warm, and diverse individual who lives for the girls. She greatest weakness lies with being unable to put herself first and voice her own opinions.
Purses her lips ; She often does this while lost in thought.
Loves eating ; She's a huge foodie.
Shreds things ; Her pockets are a mess from the torn paper.
Has a slight lisp ; Pay attention and you'll hear it
Food ; She'll eat anything.
Gardening ; Robin likes being able to care for things.
Do It Yourself Projects ; Anything hands-on.
The Outdoors ; It's the feeling of freedom.
Violence ; Injust pain.
Immorality ; The cruelty of others.
Feeling Dirty ; In more than just physical means.
Feeling Powerless ; The inability to create change.
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- A P P E A R A N C E;
Robin has come to terms with the fact that she'll never be able to reach that jar of pickles that rests on the highest shelf of the supermarket, as she stands at about five foot three inches including her cowlicks. Her limbs are slender and soft, lean muscle barely surfacing from escaping baby fat; although she still seems to have that certain kind of roundness in her face. At sixteen, she is still soft with that layer of chub, her stomach not completely flat and her ankles a little thicker.
Meanwhile, her facial features depict the result of the mixing of the Latina and Germanic European races, as her mother is of Spanish and Portuguese decent and her father of mainly German. Her sable tinted, chestnut coloured hair is always kept in a short, choppy manner, brushing against the nape of her neck and along her shoulders. It curls around the squared structure of her jawline, complimenting the light caramel hue of her skin. Robin's eyes are rounded are the shade of whiskey, the innards of her irises golden and marbling into a chocolate brown that is brought out by the dark curl of her eyelashes and thick eyebrows. Her broadened button nose and full plush lips combine to create babyish features.
The young girl has a few distinguishing marks. She doesn't have those All-American dimples or cute crinkles around her eyes when she smiles, but she does have a beauty mark just above the dip of the upper left corner of her mouth and a small scar that runs through the tip of her right eyebrow. She also has the tenancy to purse her lips when she's thinking which, unfortunately for her, happens quite often.
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Robin was born into a family of three, consisting of her parents - an American blue-collar father and Western European immigrant mother- and her older brother Daniel. For as long as Robin can remember, they were never a particularly wealthy family, as her father was constantly between odd jobs and battled an alcohol addiction and her mother struggled to find work as an immigrant, along with raising her two children. They would live in increasingly smaller apartments and would eat hot roast beef and bread on good days and nothing at all on the bad. Still, Robin didn't know any better and found happiness with her family, ignoring the thrift shop stitched and patched clothes or the broken toys she'd get for Christmas.
Robin remembers the days when she idolized her older brother, charmed by his knowledge as a man twelve years older than her. The girl was bewitched by him. She'd run at him at top speed when he called, when he'd ask her to jump, her immediate response was to say "How high?" He was such a cool guy, handsome with his dark Superman-like curls, twinkling eyes, and Colgate smile. He'd play with her when she was alone and cover her ears when their parents were fighting. 'Birdie girl,' He'd say, holding up shiny coins between his fingers, 'Let's get some ice cream before dinner. I won't tell mom if you won't.' Sure, he'd find his way out of things quickly, even going as far as placing the blame on Robin when she obviously didn't brake the light switch, and sure Daniel changed a hole lot when their father cheated and ran off with another woman, but he was her cool, Superman-esqe older brother.
As Robin grew older, however, she noticed things about Daniel that she'd never thought of before. For one thing, Daniel never went to college after finishing high school. Not that they had any money to aid him with that, but by the time Daniel was twenty two, he still lived with Robin and their mother. He lounged about the apartment during the day and sometimes took up an odd job just like Robin's father used to do and would be off out during the night. He sweet talked their mother whenever she mentioned him moving out or pursuing a higher education, proclaiming gallivant words 'My queen seeks to banish me out of the castle? I am not worthy of being thine son!" Swishing about playfully and hugging her tight, dwarfing her with his size. She'd soon forget her words, flicking him mischievously with a dish towel.
It was when Robin was twelve that she noticed that Daniel was acting less of himself and more of someone completely different. He started drinking and smoking, she'd even been sure that he was gambling by the way he stole money out of a tin that they kept money on the top of the refrigerator. He'd be in and out of the house more frequently, taking the family car out with them and sometimes bringing girls home when their mother was out. At the time, Robin was too young to fully comprehend the rhythmic banging of a headboard against the wall. Robin can recall a time that she had been so angry at Daniel, who had stolen the rest of the money that was to be used to pay their electrical bill and they hadn't had electricity for a month. "I'm sorry, Bird." He just looked so remorseful in response to her fuming face. For the rest of the month he bribed her with free ice cream and even a brand new bike. When she had looked into his eyes, he was still just as handsome with his hazel gaze and bright smile. He was still her Superman.
She was fourteen when it happened. She had been lured into a place that even she knew was dangerous and it was all because of a simple, "Baby Bird, there's this new ice cream place we should try." She hadn't really noticed that it was half past eleven at night when she slipped into a car with him. Now, standing in an abandoned parking lot in the slums of Atlanta, she was terrified. "Just take her! Take the little bitch and leave me alone! Please! You said my debt would be paid off, but just stop sending your guys to rough me up- I- I just can't take it anymore." She'd never seen her brother in such hysteria before, the tone of Daniel's voice screechy and desperate. His shirt was untucked and rumpled, his hair in a disarray, and his eyes were blood shot and red. When she looked into his eyes, a small trail of blood running down from his eyebrow where Robin had scratched him, his pupils were gyrating.
And there she was stolen from her broken home and pushed into the care of a man named T. All because of her brother's need to pay off his gambling debt and get the loan sharks off his back.
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