Post by ROBIN KNIGHT on Sept 18, 2011 7:40:12 GMT -5
R O B I N || K N I G H T
» BIRTH NAME ' Gideon Knight
» NAME ' Robin Knight
» BIRTH DATE ' 17th June 1800
» SEXUALITY ' Hetrosexual
» SPECIES ' Leader of the Fallen angels
» HEIGHT ' 6’2
» WEIGHT ' 180lbs
» BUILD ' Muscular
» EYES ' Blue
» HAIR ' Brown
» DISTINCTIVE FEATURES ' Can have wings
» DRESSING STYLE ' Smart, usually suits
»[ROBIN] LIKES '
- Rain
- Murder
- Heights
- Cotton Candy
- Control
»[ROBIN] DISLIKES '
- Happiness
- Angels
- Humans
- Drugs & Alcohol
- Weakness
» STRENGTHS '
- Manipulating people
- Murdering
- Cooking
» WEAKNESS '
- Paranoia
- Predictable
- Ruthless
» QUIRKS ' Briefs lapses of insanity
» FEARS ' Losing himself completely
» AMBITION ' Become great and be remembered forever
» OVERALL ' Outwardly he likes to appear cold and ruthless with a single-minded determination and has a lust for blood, although not in the vampiric sense. He tries not to lie as Robin hates lying and all that it entails, he would much rather be upfront and honest although will lie if the situation calls for it but usually avoids doing so by twisting his words.
Inwardly however Robin is probably one of the nicest people you would ever meet, if you put the murder aside of course. He despises himself for what he has become but can see no way of changing. He loves being in control and doesn’t feel comfortable following others, which is one of the reasons he chose to leave heaven.
» NATIONALITY ' English
» HOMETOWN ' New York
» PARENTS ' N/A
» SIBLINGS ' N/A
» SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ' N/A
» PETS ' N/A
» OVERALL HISTORICAL BACKGROUND ' Gideon was born to peasants in the start of the 19th century. His mother and father worked on the farm owned by a wealthy man who ruled his subjects with a kind but firm manner, he was considered a generous man to work for at the time but was unforgiving to rule breakers and often had them put to death. Gideon’s Father was killed in a farming accident and his Mother went mad with grief and was committed to an asylum. The land owner, Richard, adopted him as he had no child of his own.
Gid was provided with every privilege that could possibly be offered to him, and when his guardian died when Zarina was 19 years old he inherited everything and became a wealthy person in his own right, however that was never enough for him. Gideon longed to make a difference in the world and loved helping people. He built a hospice where people from all over, no matter their race, gender, or social standing, could go to receive treatment free of charge. When he turned 23 he died after being thrown from his horse.
Due to the things he had done in life he was offered the opportunity to become an angel, and for over one hundred years Gideon served heaven, giving himself completely to his course. After a while he got restless and annoyed, free will was something that he had taken for granted as a human, however that was a gift that god had given the humans and was not bestowed on angels, much to Gideon’s disgust, in time he grew to resent the rules he had to follow and the orders he had to obey. So Gid decided to quit. Only it wasn’t that simple, he had to get himself kicked out of heaven. So he murdered an innocent child.
Gideon knew that would get the message across. When he fell he changed his name from Gideon to Robin thinking that as he was no longer the same person he shouldn’t go by the same name. For a long time he relished his new found freedom, and permanently sought to remind himself or his regained free will and killed again and again, until eventually killing become second nature to him and seemed to be good at nothing else.
It wasn’t long before Robin started noticing an almost dual personality emerging, and he was repulsed by himself and the monster that had emerged and wished to become once more the person he was before death, caring, a healer, instead she found herself moving to New York, to new hunting grounds. Once there he realized it would be impossible to give up what he had become.
» RP POST '
I remember my ‘death‘, how could I ever forget it when the nightmares visited me each time I slept. People back in my old town had assumed that the fall from my horse had killed me, but that wasn’t the truth at all.
“get up” I urged my dark bay stallion forward and pressed my heels into his sides. It was vital that the cure I had just gathered got the hospice as fast as possible. Last night a man had come in with a raging fever and died only a few hours later, this morning I had been awoken to a messenger delivering the news that half of the patients were delirious with the same fever and the ingredients for a cure could not be gotten in time to save them. I had set out there and then knowing I had to do all in my power to ensure as many people as possible survived. The ingredients were easy enough to gather, but it had been half a days ride to get them and now my steed was too tired to complete the return journey at the same speed, but ever the willing servant he kept going, he seemed to sense my urgency and lengthened his stride accordingly, that horse would give his all to me, his desire to comply with his rider made him a great mount, and right now I was grateful to him.
“come on my boy, we have to make it”, I spoke soothingly to him, I could feel him faltering but I was only a few miles from home now and there was no way we could stop. Just the woods to go. I slowed to fast trot so we could navigate the trees in the dim light given by the moon. Suddenly he reared. I threw my weight forward so he wouldn’t go over backwards and I waited until his feet were firmly back on the ground before looking around to see what had cause such a reaction in my usually calm horse. I couldn’t see anything but the damn horse refused to move forward. Hating myself for what I was about to do I snapped a thin branch from a tree and used it as a crop. With a surprised snort he took off at a canter. “Shit” I’d lost my stirrup and was thrown off balance when the horse spooked, I grabbed a handful of mane to steady myself when he bucked and swerved at the same time, resulting in us both falling to the floor. I landed on the hard ground with my horse on top me, and I hit my head hard on a rock. Fighting to stay awake hurt so I gave in to the blackness.
I remember thinking that was it. Death. Not at all what I’d imagined but not completely unpleasant. I was almost disappointed when my eyes opened, making me realize I’d just passed out. My horse had managed to get up and had disappeared, hopefully he’d gone home and people would come looking for me when they noticed he was riderless. The rest of the evening was spent drifting in and out of conciseness. When I awoke for the final time I couldn’t help but notice how dark it was. I never heard the growling until it was too late”.
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