![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Player Name/ Personal Journal: Sunny / solarpanelinthesnow on plurk and Dreamwidth
Email: fruitloopsonfire@yahoo.com
AIM: None
Other Contact: Plurk is also solarpanelinthesnow. PMs here are also welcomed.
Character Name: Robin Benjamin Blackwood the Fifth
Character Journal: http://nowherebound.dreamwidth.org/profile
Physical Description: 5”9, might grow to be taller due to genetics. Dark haired, he has an angular face, thin nose and expressive eyebrows, with light skin and a normal unremarkable build for a boy his age. He enjoys layered clothing, as it helps him feel secure.
Age: 15
DOB: December 24, 1996
PB: Ezra Miller
Character Location/Home: Has a house in Maine and the Virgin Islands, but currently stays with the X-Men at the Institute/Mansion.
Alignment: X-Men, highly begrudgingly
Relatives: Robin Benjamin Blackwood the Fourth (father), Cynthia Alyssa Blackwood (mother, deceased), Lance Upton Blackwood (uncle), Uriah Daniel Blackwood (uncle), Karsten Jeremiah Blackwood (uncle), a multitude of cousins and aunts-in-laws
Abilities: Unlike most photokinetics, Robin does not control local light or harness it from around himself, but rather generates it from his hands instead. He cannot hold it benignly for very long; the heat from the light he generates can much more easily be used to set things on fire rather than light the way. He can therefore not use defensive moves such as flashes or blinding blasts but is restricted to entirely offensive attacks, mainly beams of light generated spontaneously. Although he can fire in rounds, it’s more easy and natural to maintain a continual beam rather than fire ‘shots’, resulting in reduced accuracy but harsher, more lethal damage on the targets he does choose to fire on. When stressed sufficiently, his powers can and will act up on their own, scorching hands burning everything they come into contact with even as they glow brightly. Robin is very untrained and unskilled in the use of his powers, but seems to be strong when pushed emotionally or physically into a dead end; it’s unfocused power at best.
Weaknesses and Flaws: No defensive powers and little power controls. Is also, as covered below, a lying, hypocritical broken mess of a man. Basically would be only useful as a grenade throw-him-in-and-run attacker, and will only do damage to any group he’s a part of socially. Lacks social skills – see Personality section for further details.
Personality: In order to understand but by no means excuse Robin’s behavior, it must be understood that accidentally killing his mother when his powers manifested is the single most important event in his life. His personality was shaped by it, twisted into the current mess by guilt and the (lack of) consequences of his actions. Robin’s personality and life as he knew it before are over. His inescapable guilt and mixture of both blunt honesty and utter lying were all fostered by this event; it’s a layered cake of emotions in his kid’s head.
Robin is a liar. He lies that he’s fine, he lies that he believes in God, he lies about lots of little things if they will keep people from getting upset. He has no desire to make waves within his family after what he’s done already. His lying stems largely from that, and from the view he’s a burden on his family and on the world in general. No, really, he genuinely believes that his powers are dangerous to everyone around him and is terrified of ever hurting anyone with them, and considers being in a group of people risky and is always on guard in a crowd, forever anxiously awaiting the moment his powers flare up with a fake smile plastered on his face to keep other people in the dark. He can lie well if the motivation is fear or guilt, and he has enough of those to supply him with a library of lies.
He is also very honest. His dad is highly political, and so is Robin, though they disagree on a litany of issues. Robin is more left leaning than anything, but he’ll happily give his political opinion regardless of where it is or what the issue is, to anyone. He’s not intimidated by debate. Debate is fun. He’s the kind of person who honestly enjoys a good discussion on something and will chime in on the blogs he follows with comments all the time. He has opinions about virtually everything. He has opinions on clothes, music and literature that he’ll be forthright with even if it’s not a popular opinion to have or really the time to voice it. Robin will sit down and tell you exactly what it is he loves and hates about you, too, he’ll just utilize more compliments than complaints to keep the ratio in favor of people liking him.
More than anything else he is not lying when he takes a human-supremacist stance. He really believes that he’s awful, mutants are awful and people in general are in danger from mutantkind. He firmly believes that the best world out there would be one without mutants in it at all. In his own mind, he doesn’t view himself as a ‘real’ person like he views humans, or even other mutants for that matter. Underneath that smooth bravado he’s very much being eaten alive by guilt, convinced that he’s ugly, inhuman, disgusting and monstrous. He despises the things he’s done, from the white lies to the slaughter of his mother, and uses his power to leave burns on himself, or heat something else up in order to do so. It’s what a filthy freak like him deserves, right?
Robin is very sociable, talkative, and suave, but it’s fake. A lot of things about him feel fake; that’s why he’s so damn invested in his hobbies. He loves playing piano, one of the things his mother taught him, and loves fairy tales and fantasy novels, actively devouring even bad fantasy books if available. He is a bookworm who loves dubstep music, a combination that he has no logical explanation for. His musical tastes range from indie to electroclash to dubstep to shoegazing, but the big requirement is they be something he can sink into and ignore the world through. If given the right music and in a good mood, Robin can be almost normal in his behavior, although all those fantasy books and rewatching Lord of the Rings too many times has left him talking in a kind of fantasy-English way.
Proving that the dream of a world without mutants doesn’t guarantee an awful human being, he has an unhealthy but loving relationship with his dad. There’s nothing creepy about it on his father’s end; the poor man is just trying to take care of his son and process what happened. Since, as mentioned in the backstory section, hating his son was impossible for him even after the event, he hated mutants. This is where Robin gets it from. It’s also why he’s so clingy when it comes to his father, who is in his eyes more infallible than God, constantly texting him, calling him, consulting his opinion on things, hugging him constantly, and generally being way more physically affectionate with his father than he is with anyone else. Robin barely touches anyone else, even declining polite handshakes sometimes, but he loves his dad for putting up with his disgusting mutant self. It’s unhealthy enough this is part of why Robin’s father sent him to Xavier’s, along with the realization that Robin needs help.
Robin’s circle of friends are all fake, people he hangs out with because he has to, not real friends. He’s lonely, he’s insane, and his father has changed his mind on human supremacy after raising such a remorseful, bookish young mutant himself. Robin’s father is now pro-mutant rights, which means a lot since he’s the owner and head of Blackwood Pharmaceuticals, one of the biggest drug companies in existence. It’s also really confusing to Robin, who still maintains humans are awesome, mutants are evil and he’s not a person despite assurances. Essentially, even if he looks and acts like he’s got it together, Robin is going to the Institute in an attempt by his family to get him to regain his sanity.
In a way, he’s very spoiled, having been supplied anything he wants by his father in an attempt to help his son develop healthy hobbies. As a result, Robin has no concept of the value of a dollar, and also no idea that buying things for other people on a whim is unusual. He will get people anything if the mood strikes him. He doesn’t know how to function without other people around, so he buys friendship rather than form it normally, but he does so honestly, without realizing it.
Backstory: Robin was born to an extremely wealthy, old-money family and to two loving parents. No one can deny his father was the proudest dad on the planet; his mother was openly disappointed she didn’t have a girl but loved Robin regardless. The first eight years of his life were spent in the typical luxury of the upper class, going to private schools, stressing over kindergarten and then elementary entry exams, spending summers in their second house in the Virgin Islands, hanging out with his mom and tagging along every time she went shopping. She often talked about having another child, saying when Robin would fail at things that it was a product of only child syndrome. This gave Robin a unique hatred of his unborn sibling before said child was even conceived.
When his mother was pregnant, she had a late night phone conversation with a friend of hers. Frustrated and unaware he was out of bed and listening at her door, she railed against Robin, discussing how he was nothing but spoiled, had no perspective on how fortunate he was and how she was going to do things right this time. Robin began to feel angrier and angrier as the conversation went on, because he’d been trying so hard to make her happy and had even put up with the shopping trips he didn’t like and gotten into a school where the work was insanely hard to make her smile. And nothing was good enough. He wasn’t good enough. A haughty, proud child, being slammed by his mother made him feel angry and hurt and it built and built and everything seemed so dark and-
And then everything went white. His powers manifested in scorching light, setting the carpet on fire and burning a sizable chunk right out of his mother’s side. As she caught fire, they both began screaming, and the maid rushed in with a fire extinguisher. The hysterical, broken Robin was taken forcibly away from the scene by his father, but was too traumatized to speak for several weeks, only admitting after the funeral what he had done and expressing the desire to be buried with her. Everything that was Robin was snuffed out like a light, and his father, unable to cope with what happened, began to hate mutants.
Robin’s father became a member of Friends of Humanity, and Robin began to become clingy towards his only remaining parent. His extended family was never informed of his horrible accident, and thought a random mutant had done it after breaking into the house. Anti-mutant and pro-human sentiment spread like wild fire, and Robin began to work at being normal. He had normal human friends, he had hobbies, he had a healthy socially acceptable hatred of mutants and their dangerous ways. If anything he was a better Friends of Humanity member than his father, raging against mutantkind, fully onboard with a registration law and other proposals the group made. But as his mental health began to dissolve from self hatred, his father grew to view Robin in a ‘my God, what have I done’ sort of way. This was his closest family member, his willing and ready servant and yesman, his son, and he’d broken Robin into a mess of self-hatred and destructive behaviors.
So Robin’s father did a very brave, foolish thing: he withdrew from Friends of Humanity publically, slammed them for being a disgusting and backwards group, and outed his confused son. This was all in the hopes of saving Robin from his nearly suicidal tendencies and giving him a future. Not a future just as the head of their family’s company, but a future as a child, teenager, son, person. The media shitstorm was glorious and inevitable. Robin was confused and still holds to his pro-human ideas, yet there has been a bit of a change, a spark of hope in the form of going to the Institute and being with other mutants, escaping the media and just simply being himself, whoever that ends up being.
Email: fruitloopsonfire@yahoo.com
AIM: None
Other Contact: Plurk is also solarpanelinthesnow. PMs here are also welcomed.
Character Name: Robin Benjamin Blackwood the Fifth
Character Journal: http://nowherebound.dreamwidth.org/profile
Physical Description: 5”9, might grow to be taller due to genetics. Dark haired, he has an angular face, thin nose and expressive eyebrows, with light skin and a normal unremarkable build for a boy his age. He enjoys layered clothing, as it helps him feel secure.
Age: 15
DOB: December 24, 1996
PB: Ezra Miller
Character Location/Home: Has a house in Maine and the Virgin Islands, but currently stays with the X-Men at the Institute/Mansion.
Alignment: X-Men, highly begrudgingly
Relatives: Robin Benjamin Blackwood the Fourth (father), Cynthia Alyssa Blackwood (mother, deceased), Lance Upton Blackwood (uncle), Uriah Daniel Blackwood (uncle), Karsten Jeremiah Blackwood (uncle), a multitude of cousins and aunts-in-laws
Abilities: Unlike most photokinetics, Robin does not control local light or harness it from around himself, but rather generates it from his hands instead. He cannot hold it benignly for very long; the heat from the light he generates can much more easily be used to set things on fire rather than light the way. He can therefore not use defensive moves such as flashes or blinding blasts but is restricted to entirely offensive attacks, mainly beams of light generated spontaneously. Although he can fire in rounds, it’s more easy and natural to maintain a continual beam rather than fire ‘shots’, resulting in reduced accuracy but harsher, more lethal damage on the targets he does choose to fire on. When stressed sufficiently, his powers can and will act up on their own, scorching hands burning everything they come into contact with even as they glow brightly. Robin is very untrained and unskilled in the use of his powers, but seems to be strong when pushed emotionally or physically into a dead end; it’s unfocused power at best.
Weaknesses and Flaws: No defensive powers and little power controls. Is also, as covered below, a lying, hypocritical broken mess of a man. Basically would be only useful as a grenade throw-him-in-and-run attacker, and will only do damage to any group he’s a part of socially. Lacks social skills – see Personality section for further details.
Personality: In order to understand but by no means excuse Robin’s behavior, it must be understood that accidentally killing his mother when his powers manifested is the single most important event in his life. His personality was shaped by it, twisted into the current mess by guilt and the (lack of) consequences of his actions. Robin’s personality and life as he knew it before are over. His inescapable guilt and mixture of both blunt honesty and utter lying were all fostered by this event; it’s a layered cake of emotions in his kid’s head.
Robin is a liar. He lies that he’s fine, he lies that he believes in God, he lies about lots of little things if they will keep people from getting upset. He has no desire to make waves within his family after what he’s done already. His lying stems largely from that, and from the view he’s a burden on his family and on the world in general. No, really, he genuinely believes that his powers are dangerous to everyone around him and is terrified of ever hurting anyone with them, and considers being in a group of people risky and is always on guard in a crowd, forever anxiously awaiting the moment his powers flare up with a fake smile plastered on his face to keep other people in the dark. He can lie well if the motivation is fear or guilt, and he has enough of those to supply him with a library of lies.
He is also very honest. His dad is highly political, and so is Robin, though they disagree on a litany of issues. Robin is more left leaning than anything, but he’ll happily give his political opinion regardless of where it is or what the issue is, to anyone. He’s not intimidated by debate. Debate is fun. He’s the kind of person who honestly enjoys a good discussion on something and will chime in on the blogs he follows with comments all the time. He has opinions about virtually everything. He has opinions on clothes, music and literature that he’ll be forthright with even if it’s not a popular opinion to have or really the time to voice it. Robin will sit down and tell you exactly what it is he loves and hates about you, too, he’ll just utilize more compliments than complaints to keep the ratio in favor of people liking him.
More than anything else he is not lying when he takes a human-supremacist stance. He really believes that he’s awful, mutants are awful and people in general are in danger from mutantkind. He firmly believes that the best world out there would be one without mutants in it at all. In his own mind, he doesn’t view himself as a ‘real’ person like he views humans, or even other mutants for that matter. Underneath that smooth bravado he’s very much being eaten alive by guilt, convinced that he’s ugly, inhuman, disgusting and monstrous. He despises the things he’s done, from the white lies to the slaughter of his mother, and uses his power to leave burns on himself, or heat something else up in order to do so. It’s what a filthy freak like him deserves, right?
Robin is very sociable, talkative, and suave, but it’s fake. A lot of things about him feel fake; that’s why he’s so damn invested in his hobbies. He loves playing piano, one of the things his mother taught him, and loves fairy tales and fantasy novels, actively devouring even bad fantasy books if available. He is a bookworm who loves dubstep music, a combination that he has no logical explanation for. His musical tastes range from indie to electroclash to dubstep to shoegazing, but the big requirement is they be something he can sink into and ignore the world through. If given the right music and in a good mood, Robin can be almost normal in his behavior, although all those fantasy books and rewatching Lord of the Rings too many times has left him talking in a kind of fantasy-English way.
Proving that the dream of a world without mutants doesn’t guarantee an awful human being, he has an unhealthy but loving relationship with his dad. There’s nothing creepy about it on his father’s end; the poor man is just trying to take care of his son and process what happened. Since, as mentioned in the backstory section, hating his son was impossible for him even after the event, he hated mutants. This is where Robin gets it from. It’s also why he’s so clingy when it comes to his father, who is in his eyes more infallible than God, constantly texting him, calling him, consulting his opinion on things, hugging him constantly, and generally being way more physically affectionate with his father than he is with anyone else. Robin barely touches anyone else, even declining polite handshakes sometimes, but he loves his dad for putting up with his disgusting mutant self. It’s unhealthy enough this is part of why Robin’s father sent him to Xavier’s, along with the realization that Robin needs help.
Robin’s circle of friends are all fake, people he hangs out with because he has to, not real friends. He’s lonely, he’s insane, and his father has changed his mind on human supremacy after raising such a remorseful, bookish young mutant himself. Robin’s father is now pro-mutant rights, which means a lot since he’s the owner and head of Blackwood Pharmaceuticals, one of the biggest drug companies in existence. It’s also really confusing to Robin, who still maintains humans are awesome, mutants are evil and he’s not a person despite assurances. Essentially, even if he looks and acts like he’s got it together, Robin is going to the Institute in an attempt by his family to get him to regain his sanity.
In a way, he’s very spoiled, having been supplied anything he wants by his father in an attempt to help his son develop healthy hobbies. As a result, Robin has no concept of the value of a dollar, and also no idea that buying things for other people on a whim is unusual. He will get people anything if the mood strikes him. He doesn’t know how to function without other people around, so he buys friendship rather than form it normally, but he does so honestly, without realizing it.
Backstory: Robin was born to an extremely wealthy, old-money family and to two loving parents. No one can deny his father was the proudest dad on the planet; his mother was openly disappointed she didn’t have a girl but loved Robin regardless. The first eight years of his life were spent in the typical luxury of the upper class, going to private schools, stressing over kindergarten and then elementary entry exams, spending summers in their second house in the Virgin Islands, hanging out with his mom and tagging along every time she went shopping. She often talked about having another child, saying when Robin would fail at things that it was a product of only child syndrome. This gave Robin a unique hatred of his unborn sibling before said child was even conceived.
When his mother was pregnant, she had a late night phone conversation with a friend of hers. Frustrated and unaware he was out of bed and listening at her door, she railed against Robin, discussing how he was nothing but spoiled, had no perspective on how fortunate he was and how she was going to do things right this time. Robin began to feel angrier and angrier as the conversation went on, because he’d been trying so hard to make her happy and had even put up with the shopping trips he didn’t like and gotten into a school where the work was insanely hard to make her smile. And nothing was good enough. He wasn’t good enough. A haughty, proud child, being slammed by his mother made him feel angry and hurt and it built and built and everything seemed so dark and-
And then everything went white. His powers manifested in scorching light, setting the carpet on fire and burning a sizable chunk right out of his mother’s side. As she caught fire, they both began screaming, and the maid rushed in with a fire extinguisher. The hysterical, broken Robin was taken forcibly away from the scene by his father, but was too traumatized to speak for several weeks, only admitting after the funeral what he had done and expressing the desire to be buried with her. Everything that was Robin was snuffed out like a light, and his father, unable to cope with what happened, began to hate mutants.
Robin’s father became a member of Friends of Humanity, and Robin began to become clingy towards his only remaining parent. His extended family was never informed of his horrible accident, and thought a random mutant had done it after breaking into the house. Anti-mutant and pro-human sentiment spread like wild fire, and Robin began to work at being normal. He had normal human friends, he had hobbies, he had a healthy socially acceptable hatred of mutants and their dangerous ways. If anything he was a better Friends of Humanity member than his father, raging against mutantkind, fully onboard with a registration law and other proposals the group made. But as his mental health began to dissolve from self hatred, his father grew to view Robin in a ‘my God, what have I done’ sort of way. This was his closest family member, his willing and ready servant and yesman, his son, and he’d broken Robin into a mess of self-hatred and destructive behaviors.
So Robin’s father did a very brave, foolish thing: he withdrew from Friends of Humanity publically, slammed them for being a disgusting and backwards group, and outed his confused son. This was all in the hopes of saving Robin from his nearly suicidal tendencies and giving him a future. Not a future just as the head of their family’s company, but a future as a child, teenager, son, person. The media shitstorm was glorious and inevitable. Robin was confused and still holds to his pro-human ideas, yet there has been a bit of a change, a spark of hope in the form of going to the Institute and being with other mutants, escaping the media and just simply being himself, whoever that ends up being.
