Name:
Robin Dumas
Age:
19-years-old
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'0
Weight:
150 lbs, 68kg
Oddity:
Robin actually has absolute or perfect pitch which is is an auditory phenomenon characterized by the ability of a person to identify or re-create a given musical note without the benefit of a reference tone. Basically, he can identify and recreate pitches or instruments and other sounds. Which is, of course, quite the pain when you're learning an instrument and can't quite get a note right, especially when you're a perfectionist.
Sexuality:
Unknown. It's not something he's really thought about and it doesn't really seem like a problem either way.
Romantic Interest:
None at the moment
Nationality:
French
Job:
Robin works at a small pastry shop near the campus to make extra money. Given the slight language gap, his Japanese isn't exactly perfect yet, it can be difficult at times to communicate, but he's learning fast and a smile can go a long way to save an awkward interaction with a customer.
Type of Singer:
Given a rather wide vocal range, mostly due to vocal coaching, Robin isn't very picky with the songs that he sings, but he prefers rock, a bit of folk, jazz, songs that he considers interesting, or, really, just songs with a good beat to them. He almost refuses to sing a cappella, too uncertain about carrying a song with just his own voice and no accompanying music.
Instrument(s):
Acoustic guitar and trumpet. He also dabbles in the saxophone and knows a few tunes on the piano.
Personality:
If one was to ask one of Robin's classmates from before Uta Academy, all the way back in France, what his personality was like, they would almost universally say, "Robin is a nice, hard-working guy." And that would be it. Most couldn't tell you any odd quirks, no stories about him blowing his temper, simply because they don't know him all that well. Robin likes to wear a mask- unlike many others who put on a defensive or cold facade, his is one of the most dangerous kinds; the happy mask with a smile that never quite meets his eyes. Oh, he seems like a nice enough guy, always willing to lend a helping hand, endlessly patient, and always getting his work finished on time, but there's something reserved there, something holding him back. It's fear- fear of being rejected, of getting too close to someone else because then they can hurt him even more. That reservation stems from a childhood incident and while he knows that it shouldn't have this much of an impact on him, well, that doesn't change how much power it has over him.
It's fair to say that Robin in competitive, enthralled as he is in the world of athletics and, more recently, music. In everything he does, he strives almost obsessively to be the best and, if he can't quite make the mark, he tends to beat himself up over it, studying or practicing that much harder. While that might seem healthy at first, his need to be the best or at least one of the best has stretched him thin, like a string pulled so tight that it's not a question if it will break but when. He's been known to ignore his own needs during these bouts of self-improvement, walking off injuries that shouldn't be walked off or ignoring food unless someone points it out to him. It may come off as if he's punishing himself, but he would argue that it's not a punishment at all. He just gets too caught up in whatever he's doing, especially when he has a lot going on which is, to be quite honest, all of the time.
Robin is definitely a hard-worker, working to prove himself and not be a burden to those around him. So, of course, he gets frustrated by those who take their talent for granted and can succeed without ever trying. As helpful and patient as he can be, it's hard for him to discuss his own feelings. Even if something happens, if the stress gets to be almost too much, he doesn't bother telling people because he doesn't like pushing his problems on them. Which is, of course, terribly ironic given that he's almost always the shoulder to cry on or the willing ear when it comes to other people's problems.
Underneath his self-consciousness is a worried but pleasant young man. When he's with his dearest friends and family, he's a lot more relaxed and talkative. Not only that, but he's extremely loyal and protective. The first and only fight he was even involved in was with his older sister's ex-boyfriend after the other boy insulted her and broke up with her.
You may think that you know Robin Dumas, but be careful about that assumption. Instead of the actual boy, you may just be treated to his cheerful mask, hiding a mass of insecurities. However, if you're lucky enough to become his real friend, you'll have a friend for life.
~Cozy places, especially on cold days
~Baking
~Pastries
~Playing most sports, but especially football, swimming, and tennis
~Dogs
~Cats
~The ocean
~Dancing
~Reading
~Tea
~Wine
~Singing
~Playing his instruments
~Listening to good music
~The smell of flowers
~Out of tune music
~Bitter things, especially coffee
~Having to walk in the rain
~Movies and books that end in tragedy
~Snails and slugs
~Pork
~People who take their talent for granted
~Failing
~Dry heat
~Having nothing to do
Fears:
~Letting his family and friends down
~Failure
~Snakes
Talents:
~Cooking
~Athletics
~Absolute pitch
~Singing
~Playing the acoustic guitar and the saxophone
~Is fluent in French and English and decent in Japanese
~He has a tendency to stress himself out
~He doesn't like talking to people about his problems
~He has low self esteem and tries to overcompensate for it and, in the process, is too hard on himself
Hobbies:
~Baking
~Reading(especially fantasy and mystery novels)
~Sports (including but not limited to swimming, tennis, and football)
~Singing and practicing his instruments, of course
Bio:
Robin Dumas was born in Mende, France, a city in the Languedoc-Roussillon region near the Mediterranean Sea to Martine and Eric Dumas and grew up there with his older sister Camille. Martine worked at a local flower shop and Eric ran his own bakery. They weren't rich, but they had enough and despite the unavoidable squabbles that spring up among family members, they were a close, loving family. Robin was admittedly not the most popular boy growing up. He was sweet if a little naive and preferred playing more peaceful games with the girls over participating in the boy's general rough-housing. It wasn't much of a problem, but it kept him from making very many friends with half the boys convinced he was infected with cooties and the girls needing their own time away from stinky boys. So, the few friends that he actually did have, he clung to fiercely and, ultimately, was a bit smothering.
It came to a head when he was eight-years-old, just a normal day during recess. He had opted to spend most of it in the classroom reading, finishing a book long since forgotten. However, what happened next would not be. He'd finished the book early and gone out to the playground to join his friends who were nowhere it sight. It took him a while, but he finally found them, hidden behind a wall and talking about him. Well, talking it putting it kindly. It was one of those things that children did, complain about their friends without any worry about the effect. "He was so needy," they said, "Worthless. Can't do anything. Who wants to hang out with him? He's the worst. He's the worst." Each word was like a dagger to the eight-year-old and, after faking being ill, he was taken home. He stayed in his room for two days, only leaving for the bare necessities before squirreling himself away again, and refused to leave the house for a week. Was he really that annoying? Did he really not have anything to contribute? Was he really that worthless?
His parents and sister were obviously worried, but he seemed fine after a week, joining them for breakfast as if nothing had ever happened. But then they began to notice subtle differences and then others not quite so subtle. He joined sports teams, showing an enthusiasm and work ethic that seemed terribly out of character. He didn't invite many friends over anymore, withdrawing from his schoolmates one by one. They didn't notice. Most of them liked the new Robin, the boy who was great at sports, who would help you with tough homework problems. And he was content with the new Robin too, mostly. Now he was proving to the world that he was worth something, that he was somebody. But he began to stretch himself too thin, his work load increasing too much. There was practice every day, homework late into the night. His family finally intervened, making sure he didn't extend himself too much after he collapsed during a football game while running after the ball.
His love for instruments was something that he discovered on his own after finding his father's acoustic guitar hidden away in the attic. It was horribly out of tune, but, after much begging, his father fixed it up for him and taught him to play. The trumpet came next, something that he had to play for music class in school. Still, his musical talent didn't come to a head until he was thirteen-years-old. His friend Emily, one of the few he stayed close with over the years, was to participate in a talent show when her partner suddenly dropped out. Despite his reservations, he stepped in with his guitar and an untrained singing voice to help out his friend. It was a hit, Robin even surprising himself with how well it had turned out. His mother insisted that he continue on with music, now taking lessons for singing as well. In retrospect, she may have just been enthusiastic that singing didn't involve running around all the time like in sports.
It was at his family's insistence that he tried out for Uta, and, surprisingly enough, he made it in. The school is intimidating for Robin, just a drop of water in a sea of talent, but he keeps himself busy. He took a job at a local bakery for extra spending money as well as to practice his Japanese given the location of the academy. It's the first time he's been away from home, but he's trying to treat it like the big opportunity and adventure that it is.
Other:
Robin enjoys moving around when he sings, whether it's just strumming on his guitar or, as he prefers when his hands are free, dancing.
Character Thoughts On Others: (If don't know, wait for my characters :3)
WIP
Sample of Voice/Instrument:
The Talent Show Duet
French Song
Audition Song for singing as well as trumpet
Take My Hand
Spotlight-MuteMath