Robert Kirkland

[Robert Kirkland]

♣BASICS
Character Name:
Robert Kirkland
Country:
Scotland
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
March 24th
Age:
18
Student or Teacher:
Student
Grade:
12th
Status:
Refuses to be a soup can

♣APPEARANCE
Eye Color:
Green (On the yellow side)
Hair Color:
Dark Red
Skin Color:
Light
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
181 lbs
Brief Description:

Robert is nicely built, naturally on the trim side with the firmness of youth and vigor. He's not a body-builder, but it's obvious he makes an effort to keep in shape. His skin, through the curse of the ginger, is rather pale, and that only makes his dark red hair seem wilder. His hair hangs messily over his ears, not really covering them but long enough to do so. His eyebrows are just as wild as his hair; they're thick and red, yet manage not to be unattractive. His eyes are set off by his head perfectly; they are a light green that seems to glow slightly. He usually dresses casually in jeans and loose shirts with sneakers or flats, depending on the occasion.

♣PERSONALITY
In A Nutshell:

There's really only one thing that aptly describes him: hot-headed. His temper is a volatile thing that lights up at the slightest provocation. He has never quite gotten the hang of controlling it; this deficiency usually results in detention or being grounded. He also lacks patience, so he rushes through most things. The quality is usually bad, but "at least it's done." He is also bold, a bit brash and not a little bit cocky. Because of that, he is often viewed as a complete jerk that few people can tolerate. To top it off, he is a rather lazy person. He prefers to procrastinate and wait until literally the night before to get anything done. He says he works better under pressure, but anyone who knows him would call that a flat out lie. Because he waits until the very last minute, he ends up under a lot of stress, which turns him into an absolute bear. Yet he is also a little impulsive, often saying or doing things without thinking things through. That's another shortcoming of his: his inability to rationalize things and carefully weigh his options. He does it most of the time, but when his blood is pounding and there's a lot of pressure he doesn't think straight.

Of course, he is not a completely awful person. He is capable of performing acts of kindness and generosity, but it just embarrasses him to death; that's probably the only thing that does cause him any great measure of discomfiture. Not protective (though very possessive), he nevertheless acts as a Robin Hood sometimes. It would gall him if he were viewed a romantic figure, but he plays the part anyway, though only when he sees someone who cannot defend themselves being abused. He is a relatively intelligent person - a B student for the most part - yet he is a rather superstitious person. A firm believer in the supernatural, he treats the "magical side of life" with careful respect. His humor runs to the dry and cynical, which matches his view of the world. Unsurprisingly - considering his rough personality - he prefers chaos to order. This shows in many aspects of his life, from his disheveled appearance to his severely messy bedroom.

Likes:

His first love has always been sleeping. Beneath the stars, under the noon sun, inside, outside - it doesn't matter to him. Oftentimes one can find him hiding in the library between classes to catch a few Zs and - during class - with his head laying on whatever textbook he is supposed to be reading from. This severely aggrieves his teachers, but most of them consider him to be a lost cause and leave him alone. His second love is mythology and folklore; he is especially fond of the "fair folk" who roam the hills. He doesn't really hide this from anyone, yet it never fails to surprise people. Of course, he tends to gravitate away from the "cutesy" things like unicorns and pixie dust, preferring the blood-thirsting heroes and villains sung about in ballads. A close third is food. He just loves to eat; unfortunately he hasn't any good taste. To him, chips and dip are just as good and tasty as caviar with vintage wine. He even eats haggis. Watching him eat is enough to make one nauseous. He has no more loves after that, but he is fond of dogs of any breed, though bulldogs are his favorite. He never had a dog when he was a kid, so after school he is determined to get one.

Dislikes:

If one asked him what his biggest pet peeve was, he would have to say it was people who cannot shut up. He himself is no chatterbox and could care less about what most people have to say, so it annoys him greatly to be around those who can rattle on for hours. He also hates being disrespected. It's one of those ego things that he just cannot control, and it more often than not results in getting in trouble. He doesn't care much for children, but that comes more from having little experience and little patience. If he were around them more, he might grow to like them, but for now he would rather not have to deal with them. Surprisingly, he doesn't approve of bullying. Most people would consider him to be as much, but in truth he feels strongly about abusing the weak. No one would accuse him of being a hero or a savior, but he doesn't hesitate to defend the victims.

♣HISTORY

Robert is the only son of two workaholics. When he was with his parents in England on the rare occasion when they weren't both working, he would often play with his cousins (meaning he would tease, torture and attempt to maim them in the way boys do). That would be just about all the family interaction he ever had with his family, since they lived too far away and his parents were always too busing. Still, he was never really close to them and never got to know them very well.

Then his parents decided to immigrate to America. Robert didn't know what prompted that decision, but he didn't really care. The few friends he had were hard to leave behind, but they could and do keep in touch over the internet. So he moved to the US where he was enrolled in school alongside his cousins. Though they see each more than they ever had combined, Robert still doesn't really interact with them.

♣RP SAMPLE

Robert balanced his tray on his hand as he deftly nabbed a fork and knife before heading to an empty table. Well, it wasn't totally empty; there was an unassuming blond boy there who had a random curl sticking out of his head. Robert had a vague feeling that he ought to know the kid, but the name just wasn't coming to him. Not that it mattered; he sat at the opposite end of the table from the boy. He laid his utensils beside his tray so that he could take hold of his napkin and, with uncharacteristic flourish, tucked it into his collar. He picked up the knife and fork and turned to his meal. It was some rather unappetizing roast covered in gray-brown gravy with shiny mashed potatoes and limp green beans.

The fare was unpleasant to say the least, but Robert hardly paid that any mind. He shoveled the food in, wearing an expression akin to pleasure. The boy at the other end, he noted peripherally, was staring at him in wonder, as if he couldn't fathom how anyone could enjoy the (at best) bland school food. Robert couldn't say what was so delicious about it, but there was a certain texture to the food, some hidden taste, that just reminded him fondly of home. So he couldn't help but enjoy it.

It was then, just as he lifted mashed potato-covered green beans to his mouth, when the first spoon-full hit him in the back of the head. He immediately stood up, whirling in the general direction of the assailant. His hand reached up to yank the food out of his hair. Mashed potatoes. How original. Robert began to growl as his eyes darted around and began to snarl a violent threat when another glob hit him on the nose. Momentarily blinded, he judged by the sounds of things that he wasn't the only victim. That failed to pacify him; in fact, he was becoming more and more incensed as he wiped away the food. Once he could see again, he realized a war had started in the cafeteria.

An apple - or at least that what it felt like - hit him in the back, so like a wounded animal he struck back. He picked up his tray and threw it hard in the direction of the apple thrower. There was a satisfying grunt, and Robert's lips curled with feral pleasure. He bent low, thus avoiding much of the flying debris. Anarchy was reigning in the cafeteria; even the people in line were grabbing food straight from the lunch ladies' hands. He crept around until he found some fruit. Nice, hard fruit. Might have even been the apple that hit him. He lifted it up as he stood and threw it towards some jocks. It must have been going pretty fast because the boy sort of staggered before falling to his knees, his hands going to his head.

Robert's anger had evaporated, but he still was throwing food. Most people now looking like a walking Thanksgiving meal, but they hardly paid attention the stuff being slung at them. He figured he must be totally orange; he'd been hit by spaghetti more than twice now. His hand reached out absently as his head swiveled around. Not to check for assailants, but to find a new target. He latched onto a pear and flung towards a turned back. The person had been trying either to flee or establish some order - it was hard to tell since the guy had been running and flailing his arms - and stumbled when the piece of fruit nailed him on the back of the neck. The smile that had been forming vanished when the man turned to stare straight at Robert. The principal, forgetting the other students and only noticing his own predicament, headed slowly toward him. So Robert did the only thing he could do:

He fled.

♣OOC INFORMATION
Name/Nickname:
Inusaki
Timezone:
-5 Eastern
Msn/IM:
N/A

[Ivan Braginski]

Not bad at all. ACCEPTED

I do have one question though. Artie and Robert are completely unrelated, yes? They just have the same last name due to the fact that it is not an uncommon name or something?

[Robert Kirkland]

No, they're cousins; they're just not very close.

[Ivan Braginski]

Okay, just checking. :3

[Alfred F Jones]

OMG I have a cousin!