Robin Quendarin // D10
Jul 5, 2012 14:50:04 GMT -5
Post by Dots on Jul 5, 2012 14:50:04 GMT -5
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Name: Robin Quendarin
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
District: District 10
Occupation: Mare Breeder
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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appearance . appearance . appearance
The challenge of finding someone as radiant with beauty as Robin would be a difficult task to conquer. Her body stretches to the height of 167.64 centimeters and weighs no more than 51.7095 kilograms. A graceful being with a natural glow to her skin, Robin finds herself in awkward situations around men sometimes. Her hair, like the chocolate that can rarely be found in the shops in the villages, seems to melt from being straight and flat, into a head full of soft curls that cascade down her shoulders and down to below her breasts. On occasions though, her shining hair can fall into dull waves, to which they droop down to her waist, especially during the harsh seasons.
Her bangs lie over her right eye, though when the heat of the summers come in, their chopped straight above her eyes, covering the expressions her brows make. Her eyes, on the other hand, are full of life. Twinkling like the stars, they appear brighter and fuller during the nighttime hours than the day. Their almond shapes dip slightly upwards towards the far corners, where her darkened eyelashes wisp in curls, appearing rather prominent and full of volume. Eyebrows arched beautifully, they darken towards the center of her face, while they thin as they reach the outer points. Her stature, lean and slim, is slightly underweight for her average height. She doesn’t appear to have jutting hipbones or ribs, her arms fall to her upper thighs with apparent shoulder bones and elbows—even her wrist dip into her arms, due to the lack of muscles or fatty tissue there. Her facial structure is unique, with a rounded shape, soft jawline and chin. Her nose is straight, except for a small bump that appears in the bridge of her nose where she was hit as a child. Thick, plump lips that are shaped downwards lie on her face with a dry texture. Often licking her lips to keep them wet, she doesn’t seem to realize that it makes them even drier in the long run.
personality . personality . personality
Like a cloud, Robin can be as light and calm as the stratus clouds, or as dark and angry as the cumulonimbus clouds. She can be compared to a glass ball, full of emotions. She can only take so much before she shatters into pieces. She is a genuinely friendly person, or at least she tries to be, but sometimes she can be very socially awkward and begin stuttering if she becomes overly nervous or so. She’s mature for her age, often trying to sort things out as if she was twenty years older, and refuses to become naïve. Whenever she does something correctly, she can be very modest, and refuse any sort of recognition that would cause her to get extra attention. When it comes to her organization, Robin can go to the extremes to make sure everything is in order. She’s very punctual, self-reliant and systematic. When it comes to her romantic life, she is very distant and hates to get involved with someone, because the idea of having a broken heart can bring her to tears. Robin is known for having great negotiating skills, especially when it comes to breeding her mares. She’s very realistic and convincing, which also goes along with her excellent motivational skills and speaking. She has a reason for doing things—why would you do something that had no meaning?
On the other end of the spectrum, Robin has some mean and nasty ways of thinking. She has a sadistic and scarring sense of humor, and she enjoys watching other’s faces as they cringe to her crude jokes and humor. This comes from her family’s upbringing, never being able to joke about anything without making it seem realistic. She always states her honest opinions on thing, though she can go overboard on judging others. She doesn’t judge on appearances—no, she judges on the personality traits one possesses. She lacks in verbal skills, never being able to complete a full sentence clear and crisp unless she’s one hundred percent positive it’s true.
She’s a horrible liar, and she can sometimes come off as one, even if she’s trying to protect someone else’s feelings. Robin hates being the leader of a group, or even in her household. She tends to stay at a safe distance, physically and emotionally, from everyone else, and when she’s made the center of attention, she can go from being a nervous wreck, to being a violent bitch in a second. Robin, unlike her outgoing and confident sisters, isn’t a very social person, and she lacks with proper communication skills. Her grammar and words can be flowing in the right direction in a graceful manner when she’s confident in herself, but she never speaks of her feelings, building them up inside of herself. Never expecting the best, Robin sets her standards extremely low, knowing that if she never is passionate and confident that something will go right, she will never have to face any sort of disappointment out there.
background . background . background
Since birth, tension was in the air throughout the Quendarin household. Poverty was taking over the family’s life, with their horses and calves mysteriously dying, and then mental disabilities of their son, Skylark. The youngest of four children, Robin, from a young age, envied her older and more beautiful sisters, Swan and Raven. The only brunette in her family, she grew up being noted as the girl with “muddy hair,” compared to her sister’s pale blonde waves. The more rebellious one, she often upset her older brother, causing him to smack her across the face, trip her and sexually assault her on a daily basis. Losing her virginity at the age of seven wasn’t something she really wanted, but she became used to her brother’s rages and begun to stop fighting after a few years of consideration. Her mother and father never seemed to care, treating their eldest daughters like princesses, while she was always compared to a pig, while her sisters were the beautiful mares. Never really feeling the need to argue against their authority, Robin slowly became a slave in her own household—in a physical, emotional and sexual way.
From the age ten and on, Robin became a mute child who never spoke up in school. Of course, the government could care less about how the parents treated their kids, unless the children never attended school or never received the proper brainwashing from the capitol. From a young age, Robin created a fictional persona, where she knew she was always the one on top of the family, and was the right one in every situation. Her little glass ball that surrounded her emotions began to crack and crack, until one day it broke. In the late months around her fourteenth birthday, her twenty year old brother tied her up inside of her sleep and brutally raped her through the night, bringing her to tears. Her family watched from the doorstep of her bedroom, pity in their eyes—but not for her.
They were worried about their son’s mental status and not about their daughter’s well beings. After that day, she refused to live any fantasy world, and faced life with its harshness and realities. Her personality changed from the little girl who quietly sat and ate dinner at the table, to the girl who never showed up for any meals, and quietly stayed at the stables. When her fourteenth birthday came, she began breeding her mares with the others in the villages of District 10. She survived off of the money she was granted for the ponies her horse would produce, and never showed any of it to her parents. She would often pass the borders in the district to collect berries and any other types of vegetables or fruits she could find in the forested areas of the unclaimed land. She would slowly count down the days until adulthood—where she could finally escape all the madness.
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