Robin Locksley
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Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
Under the greenwood tree;
Name:
Robin Locksley.
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship status:
Taken <3 (But open to RP)
Description:
Robin isn’t the tallest of cats – he only measures 5 foot 6 inches from the floor to the top of his black ears. Weighing in at a grand total of 82.2lbs and with emerald green eyes, the male cat is a rather slender feline. With black fur running down most of his body, only twin tufts of hair in his ears, his muzzle, chest, stomach and groin all a snowy white and slightly thicker than the black fur surrounding it. His hair matches his fur pattern, white strands mixed in with the black – though his hair wasn’t very long, just showing noticeably between his ears. His tail is long, tipped at the very top with white as though he had dipped it unknowingly in white paint. Robin will usually be seen in buttoned shirts and jeans – though he refuses to wear footwear.
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
Is more at large than he.
Personality
Robin, like his ancestor (see history) is a rather light-hearted young cat. Carefree at times, he likes nothing more than having friends around him, spending time with the people he cares about and treating everyone with the same kind-hearted manner he possessed. It’s rare to see the cat being too serious, since he’d rather show a light-hearted approach to life. His laughter can often be heard, and he will often be seen hugging those he knows with an almost wagging tail.
They sent against him twenty men,
Who joined him laughing-eyed;
They sent against him thirty more,
And they remained beside.
History
Robin’s story, like everyone’s, begins at birth…but he really only started to think closely when he reached 13. When his class was given the task of researching their family tree, Robin and his best friends John the bear and Arthur the fox complained – though they had little knowing what they would discover. Completing the gang was Ben the rabbit and David the badger, in reality this group of five should never be friends, they were far too different – but who really cared? They knew the best place to start the project would be by talking to the towns Pastor, Father Gisbourne – a rather grumpy old mouse.
The friars raged; but no man's tongue,
Nor even feature stirred;
When they approached the mouse, he refused them the chance to look at the town records, though Robin had a plan. He’d speak to his father, the town’s only policeman – Nicolas. Unlike his son, he was a pure black cat, though the blue of his uniform made his fur gleam. Even he refused his son permission to bring the books home he needed. Even pleas to his white-pelted mother, Marion fell on deaf ears. Even she refused him, uncaring he’d fail his history class. This intrigued the five friends, and they decided to hunt for more answers. Talking to the town historian, Miss Taragal – a dusty old crow-maid fell through, she just caw’ed in laughter at them and shut the door in their faces.
It was Richard Lea who provided them with the first clue for Robin’s family tree. The horse was a noble soul, but quiet and almost deaf now, abandoned by his wife when he began obsessing over local myths. He gave them merely a phrase, and then sent them on their merry way, watching the five with something approaching loneliness in his eyes.
‘Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
Is more at large than he.’
The five young creatures were confused…surely everyone knew of Robin Hood? He was an outlaw, born and bred in Nottingham. Armed with this clue, they moved towards the library, as innocent as the rag-tag group could look. When they reached the library, they forsook the normal books of adventure to focus on books about Robin Hood. It was there they discovered that Robin Hood’s real name was Robin of Locksley. Upon reading this news, they all went quiet, unable to believe it. Surely it was just a coincidence? There was no way the frequently quiet little cat could be related to the swashbuckling hero of the past.
Nor tell our friends, though friends from youth,
That they'll forsake us never:
When they confronted the white-coated female – Robin’s mother, she smiled, and nodded. Sitting down with the confused cat after sending his friends home, she explained to him that the reason his father and the pastor had refused to let them see the records was because they were both related to the Robin of the past’s nemeses. She explained that he was only related to the outlaw through her, and she had had to fight tooth and claw to keep her family name, so that the cat could be proud of his ancestor.
The following week, he stood in front of the class and made up on the spot relatives going back only a few generations, keeping the family secret and swearing his friends to secrecy.
Now the cat stands at 18, five years later and still in touch with his old friends – though they tend to send him Robin Hood memorabilia for birthdays and Christmas. He’s grown up a lot, though only very few people have picked up on the marked resemblance of the cat and the hero for whom he is named.
Outside a cottage on the hillside not far from the sea, he stands inside the white picket gate with his Lady in his arms.
Phedre is Robin's mate, a lady who he adores with all his heart. Known better as Phey, he calls her his puppy, and tells anyone who will listen just how important she is to his heart.
She is taller than him, a 6 ft tall snow wolfess who is as beautiful as she is strong and she is plenty of both. Her long white hair falls down onto her shoulders and along her slender back, glistening in the warm setting sun.
He leant over her shoulder, and as he kisses her cheek she turns her head and the evening light gleams in her warm golden eyes. Her dress gently breezes around her legs as she turns to him. Her arms fall gracefully around his shoulders and as they share the tender loving embrace in the cool air, the orange glow casts on her fur and highlights the long original rose tattoo weaving down along her back.
He places his paw on the lower half of her back and reaches out to run his paw lightly over the swishing tail that brushes the back of her legs. With a careful move he tenderly tilts most of her body her backwards and with an arm steadying her waist and another hugging the back of her neck, he kisses her full on the lips in the manner of the famous Times Square kiss.
The returning soldier, the woman who welcomed him back and Times Square, the crossroads that symbolized home.
As he releases her from the kiss, he smiles and lifts her softly back onto his feet. The beam on his cheeks tells all; Robin is in love, and the marks under their fur shows it is certainly more than skin deep.
Poem seen during the profile in the history is Robin Hood, An Outlaw by James Henry Leigh Hunt http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robin-hood-an-outlaw/
Profile written by @WaterSinger
Under the greenwood tree;
Name:
Robin Locksley.
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship status:
Taken <3 (But open to RP)
Description:
Robin isn’t the tallest of cats – he only measures 5 foot 6 inches from the floor to the top of his black ears. Weighing in at a grand total of 82.2lbs and with emerald green eyes, the male cat is a rather slender feline. With black fur running down most of his body, only twin tufts of hair in his ears, his muzzle, chest, stomach and groin all a snowy white and slightly thicker than the black fur surrounding it. His hair matches his fur pattern, white strands mixed in with the black – though his hair wasn’t very long, just showing noticeably between his ears. His tail is long, tipped at the very top with white as though he had dipped it unknowingly in white paint. Robin will usually be seen in buttoned shirts and jeans – though he refuses to wear footwear.
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
Is more at large than he.
Personality
Robin, like his ancestor (see history) is a rather light-hearted young cat. Carefree at times, he likes nothing more than having friends around him, spending time with the people he cares about and treating everyone with the same kind-hearted manner he possessed. It’s rare to see the cat being too serious, since he’d rather show a light-hearted approach to life. His laughter can often be heard, and he will often be seen hugging those he knows with an almost wagging tail.
They sent against him twenty men,
Who joined him laughing-eyed;
They sent against him thirty more,
And they remained beside.
History
Robin’s story, like everyone’s, begins at birth…but he really only started to think closely when he reached 13. When his class was given the task of researching their family tree, Robin and his best friends John the bear and Arthur the fox complained – though they had little knowing what they would discover. Completing the gang was Ben the rabbit and David the badger, in reality this group of five should never be friends, they were far too different – but who really cared? They knew the best place to start the project would be by talking to the towns Pastor, Father Gisbourne – a rather grumpy old mouse.
The friars raged; but no man's tongue,
Nor even feature stirred;
When they approached the mouse, he refused them the chance to look at the town records, though Robin had a plan. He’d speak to his father, the town’s only policeman – Nicolas. Unlike his son, he was a pure black cat, though the blue of his uniform made his fur gleam. Even he refused his son permission to bring the books home he needed. Even pleas to his white-pelted mother, Marion fell on deaf ears. Even she refused him, uncaring he’d fail his history class. This intrigued the five friends, and they decided to hunt for more answers. Talking to the town historian, Miss Taragal – a dusty old crow-maid fell through, she just caw’ed in laughter at them and shut the door in their faces.
It was Richard Lea who provided them with the first clue for Robin’s family tree. The horse was a noble soul, but quiet and almost deaf now, abandoned by his wife when he began obsessing over local myths. He gave them merely a phrase, and then sent them on their merry way, watching the five with something approaching loneliness in his eyes.
‘Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
Is more at large than he.’
The five young creatures were confused…surely everyone knew of Robin Hood? He was an outlaw, born and bred in Nottingham. Armed with this clue, they moved towards the library, as innocent as the rag-tag group could look. When they reached the library, they forsook the normal books of adventure to focus on books about Robin Hood. It was there they discovered that Robin Hood’s real name was Robin of Locksley. Upon reading this news, they all went quiet, unable to believe it. Surely it was just a coincidence? There was no way the frequently quiet little cat could be related to the swashbuckling hero of the past.
Nor tell our friends, though friends from youth,
That they'll forsake us never:
When they confronted the white-coated female – Robin’s mother, she smiled, and nodded. Sitting down with the confused cat after sending his friends home, she explained to him that the reason his father and the pastor had refused to let them see the records was because they were both related to the Robin of the past’s nemeses. She explained that he was only related to the outlaw through her, and she had had to fight tooth and claw to keep her family name, so that the cat could be proud of his ancestor.
The following week, he stood in front of the class and made up on the spot relatives going back only a few generations, keeping the family secret and swearing his friends to secrecy.
Now the cat stands at 18, five years later and still in touch with his old friends – though they tend to send him Robin Hood memorabilia for birthdays and Christmas. He’s grown up a lot, though only very few people have picked up on the marked resemblance of the cat and the hero for whom he is named.
Outside a cottage on the hillside not far from the sea, he stands inside the white picket gate with his Lady in his arms.
Phedre is Robin's mate, a lady who he adores with all his heart. Known better as Phey, he calls her his puppy, and tells anyone who will listen just how important she is to his heart.
She is taller than him, a 6 ft tall snow wolfess who is as beautiful as she is strong and she is plenty of both. Her long white hair falls down onto her shoulders and along her slender back, glistening in the warm setting sun.
He leant over her shoulder, and as he kisses her cheek she turns her head and the evening light gleams in her warm golden eyes. Her dress gently breezes around her legs as she turns to him. Her arms fall gracefully around his shoulders and as they share the tender loving embrace in the cool air, the orange glow casts on her fur and highlights the long original rose tattoo weaving down along her back.
He places his paw on the lower half of her back and reaches out to run his paw lightly over the swishing tail that brushes the back of her legs. With a careful move he tenderly tilts most of her body her backwards and with an arm steadying her waist and another hugging the back of her neck, he kisses her full on the lips in the manner of the famous Times Square kiss.
The returning soldier, the woman who welcomed him back and Times Square, the crossroads that symbolized home.
As he releases her from the kiss, he smiles and lifts her softly back onto his feet. The beam on his cheeks tells all; Robin is in love, and the marks under their fur shows it is certainly more than skin deep.
Poem seen during the profile in the history is Robin Hood, An Outlaw by James Henry Leigh Hunt http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robin-hood-an-outlaw/
Profile written by @WaterSinger