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Robin Sykes

"When you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark."

0 · 1,238 views · located in Cherry Blossom, Washington

a character in “Cherry Blossom's War -Reboot-”, as played by SmolBun

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R O B I N
S Y K E S


"Y'know you're gonna have to push a bit harder than that if you want me to back down."

I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor
Never Let This Go

Speech~ #4c6365 // Thoughts~ #79877e
FC~ Marie Avgeropoulos




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. NICKNAMES .
Preferred~ Bobby (Common) or Red.
Neutral~ Ro, Robby, or Bo.
Abhors~ Birdy (Father), Lil Pigeon (Brothers), Bobble (Uncle).

. AGE .
Twenty.

. SEX / GENDER .
Female.

. SEXUALITY .
Pansexual / Panromantic.

. NATIONALITY .
American.

. OCCUPATION .
Unemployed, for the most part.

. SPECIES .
Werewolf.

. ROLE / RANK .
Delta (Pack 2).



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. HUMAN APPEARANCE .
Robin is an attractive young woman with fair skin, pale blue eyes, and long brown hair that hangs down to her mid-back but is commonly tied back out of her face. Much to her dismay, she is considered to be very short, barely scraping a height of around 5'2", although she takes a lot of pride in her body and as such she sets herself strict standards for diet and exercise, allowing her to maintain a slim and athletic figure. Her skin, however fair, is not unblemished by a multitude of scars, cuts, and bruises - the likes of which typically cover her jaw, knuckles, and lips. It's rare nowadays that she'll go a few days without sporting some new injury, or turning up practically caked in blood and dirt, wearing a mischievous grin.

. CLOTHING .
Her clothing style is rather basic and a little tomboyish by most people's standards. It is apparent that maintaining a neat appearance is not something she ever worries about, and so whenever she is in human form, her only priority is to cover herself. She's typically seen in long t-shirts, baggy sweaters, skinny jeans, and a pair of converse. In colder weather she wears her signature red hoodie, also.

. WOLF APPEARANCE .
As a wolf, Robin is again very short compared to a lot of her pack mates, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in pure muscle and a strong, assertive demeanour. Despite being quite heavyset for a female, her wolf form is still beautiful, with a cream-coloured pelt and stunning, almost unnaturally bright golden-amber eyes. She proudly displays her many deep, jagged scars from her arduous training and sparring with pack mates, the most notable of which cover the entirety of her front and back legs, and also the length of her muzzle.




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. PERSONALITY .
β€’ Playful β€’ Curious β€’ Spirited β€’ Headstrong β€’ Stubborn β€’ Mischievous β€’

From a young age, Robin only ever associated with members of her immediate family. As a result of this, she never really learned how to function in new environments, especially when it involved 'regular people'. She avoided public schools for as long as possible, but when she could do so no longer, she coped with the sudden change by developing something of a 'social chameleon' personality, meaning that she will mimic the behaviour and emotions of the company she finds herself in at any given time. If they get riled up, she'll get riled up. Everything they do, she will mirror it. This is mainly because she abhors feeling like the odd one out in any situation.

The only true exception to this is, of course, when Robin is solely surrounded by her pack mates. She feels comfortable enough in their presence that her loud, colourful personality will shine through brighter than ever. Although it gets mixed reactions throughout the pack, naturally. To some she is a mood-maker; considerate, affectionate, and playful. She's almost always seen wearing some sort of grin, mischievous or otherwise. To others she is instead annoyingly energetic, uncontrollable, and outspoken. She likes to take the spotlight as much as possible and is known to get herself into a bit of trouble every now and again, but she's mindful of her boundaries.

As a high-ranking member of the pack, Robin understands when it is acceptable to make light of a situation and when it's time to knuckle down. Respect is a big deal to her, because she was underestimated for the larger majority of her childhood. Even so, she takes care not to demand it, but instead to earn it fairly.



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. STRENGTHS .
β€’ Intuitive; One of her hidden talents is that she's able to read others like an open book and she has good natural instincts.
β€’ Hardy Constitution; She displays amazing levels physical strength and stamina, and has a very high threshold for pain.
β€’ Self-assured; Her confidence is, more often than not, an asset. She is seldom phased by insults, and she experiences very few insecurities.
β€’ Trustworthy; Not only is she fiercely loyal to her pack, she can also keep secrets to herself. It's not easy to swindle her out of information.

. FLAWS .
β€’ Slow reactions; She fights with brute strength over speed so her reactions are a lot slower than she's proud to admit.
β€’ Joint pains; She's prone to joint aches and pains, mainly in her ankles, knees, and sometimes her shoulders.
β€’ Injuries; She takes no care to avoid taking injuries, in or out of battle, often pushing her body to its absolute limits.
β€’ Silver; As a werewolf, she is naturally weakened by silver. In copious amounts it can also cause nausea/dizziness and disorientation. It's also said that another weakness for werewolves is wolfsbane.

. LIKES .
β€’ The outdoors; She absolutely hates being cooped up, so she does spend the majority of her time outside, doing whatever.
β€’ Jigsaw puzzles; There's something quite comforting about the way the pieces all fit together; she could lose herself for hours in a puzzle.
β€’ Tea/Coffee; She's acquired a strange taste for it over the years.

. DISLIKES .
β€’ Technology; She's a complete an utter technophobe, and it's not for lack of understanding. She merely dislikes modern technology.
β€’ Public school; Naturally. She's uncomfortable when surrounded not only by people of her own age, but regular mortals also.
β€’ Bugs/Birds; Or pretty much anything else that flies. She becomes visibly panicked, jumpy, and will undoubtedly attempt to flee.

. HABITS .
β€’ Foul-mouthed; She swears like a sailor, her humour is sometimes very dirty-minded or otherwise blunt and inappropriate.
β€’ Curiosity; She asks far too many questions for her own good.
β€’ Setting her jaw; When feeling nervous, awkward, or angry, she'll often clench and unclench her jaw repeatedly.
β€’ Clicking teeth; She clicks her teeth to sound annoyance or disappointment whenever such feelings arise.



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. MATE .
Alanna O'Shea. Although the two are not currently in a monogamous/romantic relationship, they are rather good friends.

. FAMILY .
Louis & Gwen Sykes | Parents | Alive
Robert & Elliott Sykes | Younger Brothers | Alive
Daniel Sykes | Uncle | Alive

. BACKGROUND .
Born into the lower spectrum of the pack's hierarchy, Louis and Gwen Sykes were barely scraping the line between mid-ranking and omega. Simply put, they were the sort that no one ever really noticed. As such, when Robin was born, no one had very high hopes for her at all. It didn't help at all that her parents would coddle her; they shielded her as if she was delicate enough to break apart under a strong gust of wind. Instead of integrating her into the pack when she came of age, they raised her deep in the woods, seldom allowing her to leave their cottage (except to attend school) for fear that she would be harmed. It wasn't until she hit her teenage years (some time after her brothers were born) that she began to rebel, as it were, against her parents and their overbearing protectiveness. She plunged herself into pack life at long last, but with no real place in the hierarchy yet she simply didn't fit in. After this she began to do anything and everything that would draw attention to herself, be it shoving her weight around to prove her strength or simply causing some trouble for the higher ranks with her pranks and/or general wild behaviour. By some unknown miracle she was able to train hard enough to become a guardian of reputable skill, much to her family's surprise.

When the pack split in two, Robin made the decision to stay by Willow's side, while her parents and younger siblings instead chose to remain with Lillian. She couldn't say for certain what it was, but she began to establish herself as something of an influential figure in the new pack - enough so, in fact, that she was awarded the title of Delta after several more years of strict, arduous training.


So begins...

Robin Sykes's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Robin Sykes Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson Character Portrait: Ronan Matthews Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair
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Lilly Smith

The moon was just coming up, you couldn't see it just yet but Lilly could feel it. It wasn't quite a full moon but it was close. She spent all day training, she didn't want to be bothered today. For her it was the anniversary of her brothers never speaking to her kindly again. For other werewolves it was the same, families broken to shreds, friendships shattered. For the vampires it was a semi-glorious day, with the packs on the cusp of war they had opportunities to invade the town. For the humans it was just another day.

Taking a break from her running she sat at the edge of a small creek and watched the fish swim by. She let her mind go blank, something she never does. It was nice to have a few minutes without a care int he world. Lucky fish. You only have to worry about not dying and reproducing With a heavy sigh she stood, whipped off her jean shorts and began running her way pack to the pack house.

Not only was this a sad day but a happy one. She had become Alpha on this day and she worked hard for it. It was a time for grief and celebration. She ran faster, her breathing not affected at all. She wasn't much for celebration but some of the pack members came up with the idea and she didn't want to be a downer. She made it to the pack house and there was music already playing. More people had shown up than she thought, she slowed to a stop and walked the rest of the way to the door. Before she could open it Hanna, an omega, opened the door with a huge smile. "The guest of honor has arrived!" the girl yelled over the music causing everyone to yell in return. She was already regretting this.




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Vivian Greenwood
In her usual spot, at the only diner in town. Anyone who worked there pretty much knew her, knew what she was going to order, and knew when she would come in. They pretty much knew her routine, so much so that that night her order was already at her usual table. She turned to the waitress behind the counter and smiled, "I had to make a darling couple move tables to make room for ya, sweetheart." The woman said in a southern accent. Vivian had known the woman since she arrived in town, she half expected her accent to be gone by now but she grew to enjoy it. She sat the booth and scooted close to the window so she was sitting diagonally and pulled out her book she recently bought from the bookstore.

She opened the book and took out the marker setting it on the table and began reading. She didn't bother touching her food and no one bothered asking her if she still wanted it. She would spend so long reading before she even touched her food. Once she sat there for exactly 4 hours and twenty-five minutes just reading, her food untouched, the waitresses had made a bet to see how long it would take her to even look at the food.




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Julie Sinclair
Julie had slept all day, something she normally does when the sun is out. Some people would just watch tv or movies but Julie doesn't even own a tv. She doesn't like the new technology being born hundreds of years ago. The only thing 'new' that she has is a cellphone but it is the most basic phone, she only got it so she could keep in touch with the others int he coven and some friends and her boss. Tonight she had to work, she was a stripper and she was the clubs most popular dancer besides the youngest girl there because some guys are perverts. Unfortunately, the sun was still up so she would still have to wait in her apartment.

Once the sun was gone she was free to roam the town, this was one of the only bad thing about being a vampire and she hated it. She got dressed and was on her way. Normally on her way to work she dressed in normal clothes jeans and t shirts but tonight she felt a little racy so instead she wore a plain black mini dress and heels. She liked to stir up trouble in town especially with the women who hated her and what she did for a living, it was her daily joy in life besides murdering witches and drinking from humans.

She got to work, late which her boss wasn't happy about but she didn't care. He didn't yell at her like he would have done with the other girl because she was not the type to take his shit plus she was popular so she got a little more leeway. She made her way to the dressing room waving hello to the bartender and a few of her work friends. The club was packed tonight which was nice for her and the girls. She liked when it was packed, about half her customers wanted private dances and that was when she would drink from them. She didn't kill them because that would give her away but some have had to go to the hospital from her drinking a little too much.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Robin Sykes Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Rafael Lopez
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E. Markus Bales
{ Location: Daycare Center, Home || Outfit || #A65200 }

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A stout, older woman, was shifting through a filing cabinet with a practiced air, in the backroom of a Day-Care Center, and so busy with her work that she did not notice the steady tread of a young man entering the room and stopping short of an arm's reach behind her. He was dark of hair and eye, and his fair complexion had a healthy glow to it even in the dimmed lighting. He was quiet, purposeful, and had an unnatural stillness few his age could ever match. He had flecks of dried yellow and blue paint speckled on his fingers, and hand/finger-print's of the same colors gripped around his wrist and fore-arms, the evidence of a busy day and Markus's unworldly patience. "Ma'am," He rumbled, as gently as he could, still a line of shivers ran across the elder care-taker's shoulders and along down her spine. Markus may have felt down right apologetic of his decidedly rough voice, if his employer hadn't asked him to be up front today to collect and return the children from and to their parents - and no less than two people had complained to their significant other as they were leaving, in perfect earshot for even an ordinary mundane human to have heard, that they weren't particularly comfortable leaving their children with such a 'brute'. And while he guessed he couldn't blame them, as humans were naturally frightened (or aroused, as the case would've been in situations not concerning their children) of hybrids like him; and maybe he wasn't thrilled with adults in general, because yes... Children, fluffy or not, he could more easily adore - made of a little salt, a squeeze of lemon, a bucket of sugar, and a forgiveness for his kind (whether they knew it or not) that lasted for a time, long enough like they were on his Preschool watch, before they grew up and became like their parents eventually. Markus continued, "Last kid was out at 3:30, and everything's' been cleaned up. Can I head out for the night?" "Yes, Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodbye." The matron resumed her usual tact, rough but proper, as she dismissed her youthful employee - even though she was unwilling to raise her eyes from the cabinet to make sure he had heard her, all though, she needn't have bothered anyway. He took his leave after her response and picked up this week's paycheck off the counter, before departing out the door to the spare closet to grab his back-pack (mostly empty except for a lunch bag returned haphazardly within, and a set of keys for a bike lock) - heading to the bike rack to collect his ride, and headed on to the quaint little home he shared with his elderly parents on the outskirts of town… Markus started awake as his phone suddenly thrilled loudly an text alert with a muted groan, and an aching feeling that felt like he had only just closed his eyes moments ago - he'd only wanted a spare few minutes before a brief dinner and his pack-mates started meandering into his and his parents’ home in varying waves depending on when school let out, or their means of employment’s letting out, for the scheduled hunt this evening. He stretched idly to fetch the phone buried underneath a pillow, scowling at the time, which was just under a 30 minute nap, which wasn’t awful; and then at the blighted text message that had awoken him up in the first place, and blighted may have been a far kinder word than he really wanted to think about it being groggy from sleep and general exasperation with the world. The hunt wasn’t scheduled at a set-time, but more so as a general agreement of getting there around the settling of dusk to dark, it wasn’t that hard, honestly. He snarled under-breath to himself, but forced a terse texted reply of β€œYes” in response to the message asking if they could start to head over now, pft. With that taken care of, Markus threw the covers, shoving himself upright, and moved towards the bathroom – knowing a hot shower would awaken him quicker, and wash off the preschooler paint markings off. And with a fresh set of clothes he was set to go down the stairs and wait for everyone’s arrival shortly.



Charles A. Greyson
{ Location: Dance Studio, Diner || Outfit || #929292 }

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β€œAlright, man, well we’ll see you next week.” β€œGoodbye, Thanks!” β€œGood luck running the joint, Adios~” Charles gave a radiant grin, shrugging as he bobbed his head friendly in farewell to the handful of his co-workers and boss that had decided that everyone would be getting the time off to go on a vacation together, to run amuck in the free time they had in the big city far outside of Cherry Blossom’s boundaries, window shopping to their hearts content, hanging around in the many hot spots that littered there, or grabbing a bite in the hundreds of restaurants and bistros dotting across the map. He’d declined on going himself on such a notion of careless frivolity, of just doing water, consequences be dammed; and had simply offered to stay behind, and take on the few more classes of various dance and yoga to cover the slack, and keep patrons happy, while everyone else was gone for the week for the unplanned, spur-of-the-moment vacation. Really, truth be told, Charles tended to avoid such events, even when invited out or under extreme duress from his few friends. Well, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but the point remained that he was certainly more comfortable (than even some of the born locals, given recent events) keeping his own two feet on the ground in Cherry Blossom – regardless of what he well knew went bump in the night. He much preferred that predictability here, it wasn’t quite safe, but it was, most of all, home. He blew out a contented whistle through his teeth, and with a quick glance to figure that everything was put back in its place(s) for the night, ready for the following day, and all the stray water bottles had eventually found their (a) owner(s) (or the recycling can); he headed out, setting the alarm, locked the door, and went out onto the streets of Cherry Blossom. It was not much of a walk from the studio to the diner in which his mother and Aunt worked at (though this night, they were actually both off in fact – but with a known sweet tooth, and the habit of a chocolate shake after work ingrained in his mind, he was headed that direction anyway), but with the sky stretching with the colors of the sunset his footsteps weren’t unhurried per say but simply purposeful in their movement. When he finally arrived, he caught the waitress’ eye, with a small grin, β€œRegular, please.” β€œSure, just a minute.” β€œNo worries.” Instead of sitting at the bar or at one of the open tables, Charles caught the familiar sight of Vivian, surprisingly without the shadow of another coven member or one of her human friends yet. β€œHey, Vivian,” Charles greeted, as he made his way over and slipped down into the booth’s other seat, with one of his common bright grins (that probably said β€˜Hello’ better than words did anyhow) lighting up his face. β€œHow’s your newest addiction going?” He hummed in friendly question, not disapproving but not approving either. With a small hand flick, gesturing seemingly to the β€˜new’ book she held that she was reading and/or towards her forgotten food upon the plates in front of her with a raised eyebrow.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Robin Sykes Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Rafael Lopez
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E. Markus Bales
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β€œWhile I can merit an agreement that your earlier accusation, James, that shifting quickly between forms is a tedious and at times painful process, however, the benefits of having such control outweigh any of the costs – for your own good, and for the good of the pack as a whole.” Markus finished shortly, not necessarily rude but not lacking (nor attempting to hide for that matter) his general exasperation with the world – let alone a trio of new puppies within the pack, sixteen years old (only ten years younger than himself) and so sure of their own invincibility, that he merited it okay to bleed that vanity from time to time to make them wolves eventually worthy of the pack. The chastised male ducked his head, pinning his ears to his head but wise to keep any returned commentary internal instead of allowing a disgruntled growl out. Huh, well, they were learning something one way or another. β€œTechnically, you’ve all improved, but it’s disappointing that your lacking centers between wolf and human still,” He paused as a hollow, coughing roar of a motorcycle pulling up into the drive echoed through the front parlor and living room of his home. It was a surprise, if welcomed because he wouldn’t be expected to continue with this lesson any further, that Willow was remarkably early instead of falling to her fashionably late tendencies. Markus wouldn’t complain. He continued, as the cycle was turned off into silence, waving his hand dismissively, β€œFind your centers soon, yes? Now, head out to the back yard with the others.” There was a flash of challenge in the eye of the red-brown, built as thin a whipcord, female wolf lurched forward and shifted back to human admirably faster than previously, before standing, having finally defeated the modest that never survived long in a werewolf pack, scooped up her clothes and headed out shortly; the two gray males blinked in surprise, looking at each other and then too Markus who only offered them the wrinkles of a beginning snarl showing his teeth (flat as human, but unable to mistake the idle threat they presented, nor the wisps of a tolerant pride for the female before them), they followed her out the door shortly after. At that moment, Markus attention was taken towards Willow as she slipped into the home without a knock and plopped herself unto the couch directly beside him. β€œHow’s my favorite person doing? Ready for some action?” He let a soft warning growl, and Will held up her hands in teasing surrender, β€œCalm down, not that kind of action.” Markus scoffed lightly, a small snort of reluctant amusement. Even if he wasn’t remotely ready for that kind of action, let alone willing; Will was already ready for such a β€˜hunt’, especially given her state of dress (it wasn’t quite undress yet, but damn close), having driven here on her motorcycle no less. β€œTolerant of the latest puppy-sitting, but well enough. You?” He mused evenly, unhurried. Though he would much rather have the rest of their pack hierarchy here so that planning could be finalized (though Will had never led them astray, and always listened to his suggestion no matter how often they butted heads; so it should not take very long), and the evening / night hunt too thus begin; versus small talk or it’s related ilk.