Name Pronounced: Robert
Age: 19
Birthday: July 1
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 153 lb
Nationality: Nomékopite/Spanish
What?: Human, but maybe a ghost sprite--that resentment he won't let go of
Pocket Monster Representative: Cute Sandshrew
Instrument: Electric-guitar
Weapon: None
Favorite Color: Purple
Likes: Girls; chocolate ice cream; just plain chocolate; survival-horror movies; racing games; the color green
Hates: Blondes; school
Dreads Above All: The thought of Elena and Horatio dying
Most Valuable: His time with Elena and Horatio
Friends: Sky, Francesca, Estella, Ura (?)
General Outlook: Life sucks
Dreams: To become a graphic designer and make his own games
Phobia: Birds
Favorite Food: Chocolate
Nitpicky Nitpicks:
Appearance: Handsome, young face; somewhat darker tanned skin; vivid green eyes and red-purple hair
Had Not the Things that Happened Happened: Robert wouldn't be with his aunt and uncle, probably would have died
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History: Robert is somewhat of a typical teen living with his aunt and uncle and carrying a lot of resentment around, and he has just as good an excuse to as anyone. Both his parents died before his fourth birthday. He himself would have died as well if a certain kindly doctor, who handed him over to his responsible aunt and uncle, had not found him.
From there, they raised him to be considerate and polite, taught him to be diligent in his work. Their lessons did stick, he highly valued everything they said because he loved them—they were all very close.
But recently he’s had a change in attitude, leaving him rather cynical and prejudiced against anyone with blond hair. He doesn’t like to talk about his personal life, so we cannot verify what brought about this pessimism.
Besides his aunt and uncle, he has a pet Espeon that’s very close to him. A powerful little pocket monster, but he doesn’t use it for battling, he’s not a trainer. It was given to him by his ex-girlfriend, but he kept it even after what happened. It’s the friend he’ll confide in when his machismo forbids him from talking to anyone else.
All in all, he can be a nice guy,
definitely nicer than mean, but you know, being biased and machismo
doesn’t help anything…
Fixing my hair for the final time and gathering my courage, I walked down the hall to pop the question to Alexia. Yeah, sure, Horatio and Elena told me we were too young, that we should wait—that I should wait. They just didn’t trust Alexia; they didn’t know her like I did. I grinned to myself; I had done something they never would have, traveling out here alone, spending the weekend with her. I had done enough waiting.
Putting on my irresistible smile, I softly knocked at the door then cracked it open, peeking in. I’ll never forget what I saw, what she was doing with that Bentley Drummle…
I turned and left. I didn’t say goodbye, I didn’t pack. I just walked out of her house and left.
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