[hider=Robin Turner][color=gray][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hi3vJxz.png[/img]
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[color=7a49a5][b]Name:[/b][/color] Robin Dee Turner
[color=7a49a5][b]Nicknames:[/b][/color] Little Bird (by her parents)
[color=7a49a5][b]Age:[/b][/color] 19
[color=7a49a5][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=7a49a5][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color] Bisexual
[color=7a49a5][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/color] Young & Having Fun
[color=7a49a5][b]Occupation:[/b][/color] Bartender

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[color=7a49a5][b]Positive Traits:[/b][/color]
Independent
Aspiring
Boisterous

[color=7a49a5][b]Negative Traits:[/b][/color]
Opinionated
Unstable
Impulsive

[color=7a49a5][b]Dreams:[/b][/color]
To make it as a drummer in a famous (or literally any) rock band.


[color=7a49a5][b]Dilemma:[/b][/color]
Currently does not have a band, money, potential bandmates... or any idea how to actually go about attaining her goal of becoming an accomplished musician.

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[color=7a49a5][b]Biography:[/b][/color]
Before Robin made her way to California with bright eyes and big dreams, she lived in a small town in Wyoming. Most towns in Wyoming are small, but that’s beside the point. Robin was the daughter to a couple that met at Turner Mortuary Services. Her father, Alan, was the funeral director and owner, while her mother, Rosalie, was one of the secretaries. That would be controversial, but it was the sixties, so… it was, but no one called it that. Growing up around a funeral home with constant exposure to death, loss, and mourning had an interesting impact on young Robin. When students at her school would tell their scary ghost stories, she would tell them they were being stupid. If ghosts were real, she would have met some, simple as that. Her bold insults and nonchalance about death did not net her many friends. It wasn’t long before she was labelled as a freak, but Robin embraced her misfit role, especially when high school rolled around. She never wanted to fit in with the pretty, put together cheerleader girls anyway. Chipped black nail polish suited her nails far more than princess pink ever could, and she didn’t need to dress for attention when she could just make a lot of noise. 

Robin’s infatuation with rock music began in middle school and skyrocketed in freshman year when she got the drumset that she had been begging for on Christmas morning. Her parents quickly regretted caving to their daughter's musical desires, because from that day forward she never stopped banging away at the thing in her room. Her older brother, however, supported her from the start, which meant the world to her. Robin idolized Charlie, because he was, quite simply, the coolest brother ever in her eyes. This made it all the more terrible when she lost him to a drunk driving accident in his senior year.

Death wasn’t a stranger to Robin, she’d grown up being numb and overexposed to it. It was just the other side of living, like her parents had explained when her child self had first started asking questions. She thought she knew what death was, but she didn’t, not until the cops knocked on their door that night. The news was devastating for the Turners. Her parents grew more strict and reserved, which chafed intensely with how Robin handled her own grief. She turned to the same habits her brother had… started smoking cigarettes and going to parties with older kids. All the while, she kept her love and passion for music. Charlie had always encouraged her to chase her dreams, and this became the very reason that Robin would never give them up.

Unlike Charlie, despite falling in his dangerously rebellious footsteps, Robin did make it to her highschool graduation. Her relationship with her parents since her brother’s passing had grown tense and distant because of her behavior. So, when they pressed her for her career plans after highschool, her response did [i]not[/i] go over well. She was going to be a rockstar and to do so, she needed to move out of Bumfuck, Wyoming (her words). Her parents forbid it, and she told them to shove it up their asses, because she was eighteen and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

Robin got on a bus with nothing but a dream, a suitcase, and a couple of hundred dollars that she had saved up from waiting tables at a local diner. She was California-bound and most definitely trying to outrun her problems. Nowadays, over a year since that busride, she lives in an apartment above the pub that she bartends at. The rent is cheap because no one wants to live above a bar, let alone one that they work at. Luckily, she doesn’t care, she has her independence and that’s all that matters. An added bonus is that her rowdy bar patron “neighbors” don’t complain about all the noise that she makes drumming. She’ll make it out of this rut some day, she just has yet to catch her big break… or, you know, find actual bandmates.

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[color=7a49a5][b]Extra Info:[/b][/color]
FC: Courtney Love
Dialogue Color:[color=7a49a5]7a49a5[/color]
Font: Tatida!
Fave 80s Movie: Labyrinth[/center][/color][/hider]