Robyn Uley

Robyn Uley Jan 7, 2009 15:27:05 GMT 1

Post by Robyn Uley on Jan 7, 2009 15:27:05 GMT 1

;; fundamentals

full name;; Robyn James Uley
nickname;; Rob - RJ
birthday;; February 14
age;; 16
sexual orientation;; Straight as a board
job;; Clerk at the La Push bookstore - of and the beta shifter
Canon;; Cha
Species ;; Shifter

;; appearance

general;; Rob is ruffian, or a diamond in the ruff depending on how you look at him. Unlike his brother, Robyn's hair is cut really short in the back with his bangs slightly longer, but not long enough to cover is gray-green eyes. Rob's eyes aren't the kind that glitter or glow or do something pansy, they're generally unchanging orbs that mask his true emotions. His face is much like his brother's, soft, without any sharp, distinguishing features.

So many member's of the pack could be classified as giants, but Robyn definately does not fit under the thumb of that generalized description. Sure, he's tall, but only about five feet eleven inches tall. Just under six foot, which for him sort of sucks. And he doesn't appear to be a steroid monkey, but there's muscle there. Quite a bit, actually. It's normally typical to overlook Robyn and his muscles because he's generally found wearing jeans and sweatshirts or loose fitting under armor. Generally he'll pull on a random t-shirt, and doesn't care if it's his or Rhy's. If it has a band name on it, that's fine, if it doesn't he still won't care.

Rob becomes the stand out in his wolf form. Large and powerful, with pretty short, stormy gray fur. Pretty, right?

favorite;; RJ doesn't find much to complain about, but most of all he likes his crooked smile and comedic facial expressions.

hate;; The fact that he looks so much like Rhys. How they both have a lighter complexion than all the other Quileutes.

heritage;; Quileute

ethnicity;; All American (with some Quileute mixed in)

;; personality

general;; If Rob could have his own way, he'd be a loner. All his life he's just wanted to be left alone and be his own person, but his blood binds him to serve as the pack's beta. He's not self centered, but he likes to focus on number one, and take care of himself before any one else. If you call him shy he'll probably beat the life out of you, because he's not. He's just as social as anyone else, he just doesn't like to put himself out there. Never would he let someone dig around in his head and learn everything about him to throw him to the roadside later.

Cool and calculating, RJ is a focused, determined, and persistent individual. He knows what he wants and he'll go after it till the end. Of course, because of the whole 'pack thing', he can't keep all his thoughts to himself which drives him pretty crazy. Though he likes to put himself first, he's loyal to his pack mates, and would fight for any one of them. Of course, he does have a rougher side, where he can be sharp, and quick to retaliate. Often times damaging relationships and alliances. His soft side really has yet to be seen, he's never found a real reason to show his compassion or the fact that he could actually care about another person.

hobbies;; running the beach in the early hours, running in the forest, reading, and playing the guitar

dislikes;; the vampires, fire, chickens, ignorant people, people too curious for their own good, peanut butter, and dancing

likes;; being by himself, being alone in wolf form, highlighters, people who can take a hint, sweatshirts, warm fuzzy blankets, and candy canes.

Fears;; imprinting, fires, death of one of the pack, chickens, oh and the 'Volturi'

Secrets;; wants to leave the pack, wants to be a poet, and wants to be a vegitarian

;; origins

general;; Like any second son, RJ has grown up in the shadow of his older brother. There was a shadow on every step he took, and he hated it. He hated how he could never really gain his parent's attentions despite his strong mind and quick earning ability. Most children would act out to gain their parents attentions, RJ worked harder than anyone else. He attended the Tribal school like everybody else, but he outshone every single student in his class, spending entire nights in his room studying like a crazy person.

Of course, RJ wasn't going to be a typical Quileute and shift because he got angry. he wanted to choose when he'd change, and after watching how Rhys did it, he knew what he had to do. He distanced himself from everyone, trapping off his emotions with a cold control that surprised even himself. That was when his parents finally took notice. He had become a disappointment, a fourteen year old descendant of shifters who had yet to change, and that was what finally broke RJ's control.

He was walking on the beach late at night, fuming about what his parents thought about him, when he snapped. He had yet to be introduced into a pack, so he was practically free. He relished in his new found freedom, disappearing for a week while he explored this independence, until of course, he was hunted down and brought back to the pack. Being the second son, with ruthless self control and unequaled learning ability, he was the ordained Beta. Forever to be overshadowed by his brother.

parents;; Sam and Claire Uley
siblings;; Rhys, his older brother, and a younger sister, Tara

;; roleplaying

sample;;

There was not a movement, not a sound, not a sight in the desolate forest. Ancient trees swayed lightly in the breeze and the dirt was sprinkled with droplets that filtered down through the thick leaves of the trees. The ground was soft, moist, and smelled like rain and growth. The lush scent of foliage and wet earth became a decadent perfume that coated the forest surrounding Forks. Joining the exotic aroma was the gentle hint of water, taken from the nearby streams, brooks, and rivers that ran like clockwork through the dense wood.

It was odd, the deathly stillness of the woodlot. Naturalists would become quite terrified, wondering where the birds had gone. If they knew, they'd die of fright. See, the wildlife of the Forks' wilderness were quite wise. They knew when it was time to hide, and they knew there was never a chance to run. Thus the source of the quite soon appeared. It was hard to think that such beauty, the lethal appearance of an incarnate goddess, could cause the death of sound, but she did.

Golden locks danced in the breeze, shading her face in tantalizing shadows that trembled in her presence. The forest around her stood still, as if the pause button had been hit on the great remote of life, like God needed a bathroom break and didn't want to miss a scene in his movie. But, the forest knew better. She was the ultimate predator, her gold-gray eyes cool and calculating as she moved easily, gracefully, weightlessly across the soft ground. Not a single living thing wanted to announce its existence, not even the proudest of beasts had the gall to stand up to this goddess.

She was no goddess at all, in fact, she was demon. She was the thing that humans had feared since the 'legend' was founded. Anyone who knew what she really was quickly was silenced, and the moment the word left your lips there would be someone watching you constantly. The word was taboo in most places, but the foolish still threw it around like it was nothing. The word was vampire.

This beauty was not like the nomads that traveled through without a care. She walked with a purpose. One that had been nagging at her for the past two hundred years. It was a guilt and a need all in one that she had to satisfy. it was worse than the desperate thirst she often felt. It was worse than any beating she had ever received in her human life. It was an ever consuming regret that threatened to consume her if she didn't satisfy it. So, after being freed from her sire, she had started at the beginning, at the place of her quarry's gateway to the world. Through the orphanage, careful to uncover everything she could while covering her own tracks.

So the search had gone, on and on and on. Sometimes yielding results, other times there was nothing but dead ends and but threads. However, her search had not been fruitless. She had uncovered many things, each getting her a step closer to her descendants, and thus she had tracked a lead here, to a desolate little city tucked in the middle of no where. Of course, she'd come up with a tangible story to support her move to this location. She'd became the new bartender at a franchise bar in Port Angeles, no one had questioned that - and no one smart enough would.

So, now the next step was to find her family - if they were even here still. Sebastian didn't think anything, she'd put too much hope into this expedition and been shut down too many times to put feeling into this. The only thing that was there was the need, and she was going to accomplish her task, nothing would stand in her way. She would find the missing link in her life, one way or the other.

Her moment of rest had passed, and so, Sebastian ran again, relishing in the taste of this pure place. Hopefully there would be something here, and so time stood still as she dashed through the shrubbery and came upon a great cliff of solid white stone - the view was brilliant. Form this perch she saw the entire town of Forks, and she smiled to herself. Within this city lay records, and in those records she would find what she needed. Of course, she'd need to find a reason to acquaint herself with City Hall and maybe even the High School, and that wouldn't be hard. She had a teaching degree - several actually - and there was bound to be an art class. Worst comes to worst and she'd be an art teacher. That would get her pretty close to the few pieces of her puzzles that lay within those school records.

Finally, this might be the end of years of torment and searching. Sebastian smiled gleefully, wildly to herself. She was daring to hope, daring to dream that maybe, just maybe this was going to work. She had feeling that this was the place she needed to be - and her feelings were almost never wrong.

;; behind the character

name;; Maddie
age;; 16
gender;; Female
years roleplaying;; bout 5
location;; O-H-I-O
How You found us;; I'm Sabastian

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