Post by 877spy on Nov 3, 2012 13:35:36 GMT -5
Minecraft Name:
TheRobberDucky
Name of Character:
Robin Pond.
Appearance:
Dirty Clothes, Male, tattered shoes, bad teeth, short dark hair, about 5.9, Slender shape.
Backstory:
Childhood:
Robin Pond struggled to move through the alleyways. He tried to keep up with his parents but he just couldn't walk fast enough. He looked around the deserted streets; no one had been there for ages. Robin stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was tired from his wound. He looked down at his ankle, breathed, then looked back up - he saw his parents in the distance. Robin started to move faster, and as he did he noticed he was coming closer towards his parents - he saw them walk around a corner. Looking down the path he wondered why they went a different route; this wasn't the normal route his parents went. Robin inhaled another huge breath out of exhaustion. He looked up and decided to try to run. Every step he made he felt he was catching up; he didn't like being left behind, even though he knew he was slow at walking with his wound.
" AGHHHH!".... he screamed in pain as his wound rubbed against some old rubble. He slowly lifted himself up and walked around the corner - where his parents had gone. He walked around the corner and the first thing that caught his eyes was a man on his knees and two figures; he started to look closer. The two figures were his parents. He shouted "Did he have anything on him?" His parent replied "Yes. We got some food and a silver ring - maybe it could be of some use to us..."
Robin was glad he could finally eat - and the loot they got (the ring) could be worth some money. He smiled, wiped some dirt off his face, and walked off with his parents.
Adulthood:
Robin Pond hid in the shadows and peeked out. He saw someone - his next victim -. He stood up and walked out into the streets, hood up. He slowly approached the man he had spotted earlier, and came from behind. He walked slowly and quietly to make sure his victim couldn't hear his movements; he walked as silent as he could, but he knew if he got too close he would be heard. Robin had finally got close enough to his victim, so he layed down a hand on his shoulder.
"Hello...." Robin said under his breath.
"W-wait... Robin.. is that you?" The man said with widened eyes. Robin Pond pushed him onto his knees and demanded: "How do you know me? Speak."
"I-It's Mark!" the man answered back.
"Mark.. how did you get here!? I haven't seen you in a ages!" Robin exclaimed.
"Heh. Usual stuff, getting money from people, getting food.." The man answered back.
"Come with me, I want to show you something..." Robin told him.
They both walked off into the distance talking.
After hours walking in fields they finally came across a huge rock.
"Here it is." Robin said.
"It's just a huge boulder..." Mark retorted.
Robin walked around the boulder out of Marks sight. Mark quickly walked around the corner and saw a hole - it wasn't a natural whole, it had ladders going down into the ground...
Mark gripped onto one of the ladders and climbed down.
Finally after they had gotten to the bottom, Robin showed Mark a old bed that obviously hadn't been cleaned in months.
"You want me to sleep in that?..." Mark asked in hate.
"Atleast it's better than on the floor." He answered back.
Robin waited for Mark to fall asleep. He got out of bed and carried his dagger with him. He lay a single hand on the door and gently tapped it.
Creeeeeaaaaak. Robin suddenly went silent. He stared at Mark, praying he wouldn't turn and awake to the sight of him with a dagger. He walked bare-footed over to him, and held the knife above his head; he was shivering and the idea of killing one of his friends was painful. He had to do it; he needed the money. He remembered that man in the bar that payed him to go down and hunt Mark. Robin was now trembling. He closed his eyes, and dropped the dagger right into Mark's neck. Mark was dead. Robin had got the money.
Robin walked over to the old bar where he met his payer. He slammed open the door and stood there - everyone stared. He walked in with anger and sat down next to the man.
"I did it...." Robin said grimly. "Is that what you really wanted!?" he breathed, then continued "Happy now!?" Robin started to raise his voice in extreme anger. He was guilty, and decided to take it out on him.
"Just give me... the money... Now!" Robin said, getting louder and louder. The man slided a bag of money across the table. Robin stormed over to the door after he had picked up his money. He kicked open the door and stood there, door wide open. He turned around and threw his dagger that he had killed Mark with at the man.
A loud sound was heard...
Robin turned around. The dagger had missed the man, and had hit a glass. Robin ran... he ran out of guilt; his only feeling left.
OOC: Sorry if any of the dialogue sounds modern, I've been doing serious Role-play set in a modern universe (The Half Life 2 universe if you know that game) for about 600 hours on a game called Garry's Mod. From this I've kind of gotten used to speaking IC modernly, but soon hopefully I'll speak more medieval.
P.S: I won't be running around stealing at all. I mainly passive RP and manipulate players role-playing to get there stuff, not just a deathmatch then steal. Thanks for your time ;D
TheRobberDucky
Name of Character:
Robin Pond.
Appearance:
Dirty Clothes, Male, tattered shoes, bad teeth, short dark hair, about 5.9, Slender shape.
Backstory:
Childhood:
Robin Pond struggled to move through the alleyways. He tried to keep up with his parents but he just couldn't walk fast enough. He looked around the deserted streets; no one had been there for ages. Robin stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was tired from his wound. He looked down at his ankle, breathed, then looked back up - he saw his parents in the distance. Robin started to move faster, and as he did he noticed he was coming closer towards his parents - he saw them walk around a corner. Looking down the path he wondered why they went a different route; this wasn't the normal route his parents went. Robin inhaled another huge breath out of exhaustion. He looked up and decided to try to run. Every step he made he felt he was catching up; he didn't like being left behind, even though he knew he was slow at walking with his wound.
" AGHHHH!".... he screamed in pain as his wound rubbed against some old rubble. He slowly lifted himself up and walked around the corner - where his parents had gone. He walked around the corner and the first thing that caught his eyes was a man on his knees and two figures; he started to look closer. The two figures were his parents. He shouted "Did he have anything on him?" His parent replied "Yes. We got some food and a silver ring - maybe it could be of some use to us..."
Robin was glad he could finally eat - and the loot they got (the ring) could be worth some money. He smiled, wiped some dirt off his face, and walked off with his parents.
Adulthood:
Robin Pond hid in the shadows and peeked out. He saw someone - his next victim -. He stood up and walked out into the streets, hood up. He slowly approached the man he had spotted earlier, and came from behind. He walked slowly and quietly to make sure his victim couldn't hear his movements; he walked as silent as he could, but he knew if he got too close he would be heard. Robin had finally got close enough to his victim, so he layed down a hand on his shoulder.
"Hello...." Robin said under his breath.
"W-wait... Robin.. is that you?" The man said with widened eyes. Robin Pond pushed him onto his knees and demanded: "How do you know me? Speak."
"I-It's Mark!" the man answered back.
"Mark.. how did you get here!? I haven't seen you in a ages!" Robin exclaimed.
"Heh. Usual stuff, getting money from people, getting food.." The man answered back.
"Come with me, I want to show you something..." Robin told him.
They both walked off into the distance talking.
After hours walking in fields they finally came across a huge rock.
"Here it is." Robin said.
"It's just a huge boulder..." Mark retorted.
Robin walked around the boulder out of Marks sight. Mark quickly walked around the corner and saw a hole - it wasn't a natural whole, it had ladders going down into the ground...
Mark gripped onto one of the ladders and climbed down.
Finally after they had gotten to the bottom, Robin showed Mark a old bed that obviously hadn't been cleaned in months.
"You want me to sleep in that?..." Mark asked in hate.
"Atleast it's better than on the floor." He answered back.
Robin waited for Mark to fall asleep. He got out of bed and carried his dagger with him. He lay a single hand on the door and gently tapped it.
Creeeeeaaaaak. Robin suddenly went silent. He stared at Mark, praying he wouldn't turn and awake to the sight of him with a dagger. He walked bare-footed over to him, and held the knife above his head; he was shivering and the idea of killing one of his friends was painful. He had to do it; he needed the money. He remembered that man in the bar that payed him to go down and hunt Mark. Robin was now trembling. He closed his eyes, and dropped the dagger right into Mark's neck. Mark was dead. Robin had got the money.
Robin walked over to the old bar where he met his payer. He slammed open the door and stood there - everyone stared. He walked in with anger and sat down next to the man.
"I did it...." Robin said grimly. "Is that what you really wanted!?" he breathed, then continued "Happy now!?" Robin started to raise his voice in extreme anger. He was guilty, and decided to take it out on him.
"Just give me... the money... Now!" Robin said, getting louder and louder. The man slided a bag of money across the table. Robin stormed over to the door after he had picked up his money. He kicked open the door and stood there, door wide open. He turned around and threw his dagger that he had killed Mark with at the man.
A loud sound was heard...
Robin turned around. The dagger had missed the man, and had hit a glass. Robin ran... he ran out of guilt; his only feeling left.
OOC: Sorry if any of the dialogue sounds modern, I've been doing serious Role-play set in a modern universe (The Half Life 2 universe if you know that game) for about 600 hours on a game called Garry's Mod. From this I've kind of gotten used to speaking IC modernly, but soon hopefully I'll speak more medieval.
P.S: I won't be running around stealing at all. I mainly passive RP and manipulate players role-playing to get there stuff, not just a deathmatch then steal. Thanks for your time ;D
