Synopsis
Can I... Draw you?
Description
:: Description ::
Name:
Robin McLeary
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Orientation:
Striaght
Hair:
Light Brown
Eyes:
Hazel
Build:
Lean Muscle
Weight:
140lbs
Height:
6'1"
Extra:
Full sleeve tattoo on Right arm.
Wing tattoos on back. one wing is feathered, one wing is rotten
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Clothing Style:
Baggy pants, normally black. with a chain showing that connects to his wallet.
His shirts vary more. When he paints and draws its normally tank tops that are dirty and splattered. But out in public he cleans up a bit and wears plain tees under his favorite zip up.
Personality
:: Personality ::
Robin is typically a quiet guy. The only way to get a decent conversation out of him is to talk to him while he is drawing or painting. However, he does open up to the few friends he has, those people are just few and far between. He is a dreamer and isn't one for giving up easily. He tends to see the silver lining in ever situation and always sees the good in situations and other people. However he doesn't know how to accept affection well or advances from others.
Likes:
Art, music, nature, mythical things
Dislikes:
talking, being the center of attention,
Hobbies:
painting, drawing, singing
Equipment / Abilities
Equipment/Abilities ::
Sketchpad, paints, paint brushes,
Power:
none
Weakness:
everything
History
:: History ::
Robin is kind of like a local celebrity. He holds little art shows at the cafe every so often and sells his work to the locals. The funds go to help buy supplies and help pay the rent on his expensive apartment. His parents died when he was a child and he ran away from his abusive foster home when he was fifteen. On his own ever since he used his art and other odd jobs to support himself and put himself through high school.
Most of his art revolve around the mythological. The ebb and flow of good and evil. Heaven and Hell. Robin always had this odd fascination with how the balance of the wold worked and how you couldn't have one with out the other. How he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the deaths of his parents. And if it wasn't for their deaths, his art wouldn't be so successful. But he always felt like there was something more, something real behind it all he was missing.
Extra
:: Extra ::
He has a beautiful singing voice, but that's the one thing he is most embarrassed about.
