[hider=Robin Fey][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/631887W.png[/img]

[h2][i]"There's no need to fear. I, Robin Fey, have come to your aid!"[/i][/h2][/center]



[h1]GENERAL INFORMATION[/h1]

[b]Name:[/b] Robin Fey

[b]Age:[/b] 20

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Race:[/b] Sollan

[b]Origin:[/b] Edren

 

[h1]COMBAT INFORMATION[/h1]

[b]Class:[/b] Swords(wo)man

[b]Weapon:[/b] A spada da lato, broader then a rapier but still quite slender, for swift thrusting and slashing attacks. She also possesses a small side-dagger for emergencies, but prefers the far flashier and larger blade.

[b]Inventory:[/b][list][*]Her spada da lato and dagger
[*]Potions
[*]Rations
[*]Travelling Kit
[*]Surprisingly Warm Cape
[*]Spare Clothes[/list]

[b]Materia:[/b] [list][*]Light(used to create flashes and bursts of damaging light along her sword)
[*]Cover[/list]

[b]Limit Breaks:[/b] Flash Rose: A series of swift and near-simultaneous sword-thrusts, four in total targeting the upper right, upper left, lower right, and lower left of the target. The final strike is a vertical slash which briefly lingers as a shimmering line of light before bursting, the end result vaguely resembling a rose for a single instant.



[h1]PERSONAL INFORMATION[/h1]

[b]Appearance Details:[/b] At roughly 154 cm/5'1, Robin doesn't stand particularly tall at all. However, her slender build, taste in fashion, and androgynous appearance and voice all result in many who meet her to mistake her for a short young man as opposed to a young lady. Her high-speed and agility-focused swordplay techniques leave her athletic but not heavily muscled, possessing a very slim physique.

[b]Personality:[/b] Robin seeks the adoration and attention of the masses. Not by being bard of great fame or other sort of performer. No, she wants her earn the adoration of the people by becoming a hero of the people. Possessed of a deep affinity towards heroic tales of ages past, Robin styles herself as a flashy and heroic figure, intervening whenever possible for the sake of the innocent. In her eyes, she can become a hero by helping others, by stopping those who would engage in wicked acts towards the innocent.

Confident in herself and her capabilities, Robin throws herself wholly into this mindset. When there are eyes on her, she conducts herself in a theatrical and flashy manner, practically impossible to miss. It isn't merely an act, however, this style of heroic figure is entirely who Robin aspires to be. Helper of the downtrodden, defender of the weak, and a shining figure who embraces justice.

However, when she's alone, it may become far more clear that Robin harbors doubts in herself she tries to ignore. Deep inside, a small part of her fears that rather then seeking to be a hero for the sake of others, she instead seeks to be a hero entirely for her own sake. Her love of praise and adoration certainly drives many of her actions. Is it possible that she's simply tricking herself into thinking that she wants to be a hero for genuine reasons?

Regardless, Robin loves stories of heroism, and is quite a gregarious and talkative person most of the time. Indeed, Robin dislikes being alone, and will become despondent when faced with loneliness. She prefers men's fashion, though this is at least in part because she is very self-conscious of her own appearance and believes she doesn't look good in more feminine wear. She is quite passionate about food, but is a terrible cook herself(much to her dismay).

While she will do her best to charm others, she is almost entirely oblivious to the affects this can have. To put it simply, anyone attempting to flirt would have to beat her over the head with it.

[b]Biography:[/b] Robin's first clear memories were of being cold and alone. Not a single eye fell upon her. Few people acknowledged her existence at all. Clad in nothing but rags, she wandered aimlessly, dully, clinging to vague images of barely-remembered smiles. Despite her very young age, some part of her had long since concluded that she likely wouldn't survive much longer.

It was in this state of dull, mindless resignation that hope suddenly entered her life.

A man reached out to her and took her hand, picking her up in his remaining arm, and bringing her to safety. Over the next few weeks, he nursed the malnourished and nearly dead young girl back to health, giving her the first warm food she could ever remember tasting and tending to her various injuries.

Given this was the first kindness she could remember experiencing, beyond vague images of happy smiles, Robin's first words to him were wondering why he had done this.

The one-armed man never explained. He did introduce himself, however, as Ardor Fey, and continued to care for her. During this time, where she could barely leave bed, he regaled her with tales of heroes of ages past. Robin could only conclude that he was one of these heroes as well.

Over time, she grew stronger, and could soon leave bed and explore her surroundings. The small house that she had been brought to was just outside of a large village, where she would occasionally venture to run errands.

Having long since noticed the weapons and armor Ardor kept in his home, with the memories of the heroes of old and the adoration directed towards them filling her mind, Robin begged to be taught how to fight.

Reluctantly, he ultimately agreed, and gave her daily instruction.

With each day that passed by, Robin proved that she took to her adoptive father's training like it was practically her life's purpose. Each night, fantasies of heroism played out in her mind. Of the love and adoration of the people, of never having to face the cold and dark alone.

All these years later, those fantasies have never faded.

Ardor was not a young man when he saved Robin's life, and he had now become quite aged. But he didn't wish to halt his daughter in her desire to do good for other people.

He bid her to lead a life better then he had.

Robin took these words to heart. She would strive to help others, and make a name for herself. To earn the adoration and praise of the masses.

Following a vague trail of 'wherever she thinks she can perform the most heroics' has given her a minor name for herself, but only within a limited area. From chasing down criminals to slaying hazardous creatures, at least some people in the region may know the name 'Robin Fey'.

[b]Traits:[/b] [list][*]Prefers men's fashion, in part due to being self-conscious over her looks.
[*]The military nature of her outfit has no real significance, beyond Robin finding it to be flashy and cool-looking.
[*]Cannot hold her alcohol at all.
[*]Has a tendency to use her Light Materia to create small sparkles around her as she introduces herself or enters as scene.
[*]Criminally incapable of subterfuge, unless it makes her entrance more dramatic.
[*]Will always take the most theatrical route to doing something, though not to the point of impracticality. She was properly trained, after all.
[*]Her showboating nature is backed up by genuine skill, Ardor's teachings having instilled his techniques quite thoroughly into her while simultaneously encouraging her to develop her own style.
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[b]Relationships:[/b] [list][*]Ardor Fey: A one-armed man, now entering his 70s, and Robin's adoptive father. Robin struck out on her adventure to make a name for herself at his urging. Appears to have some form of military background and considerable skill with a blade, but he never explained his origins to his adopted daughter.
[*]People of Ezta: The townsfolk of the village Robin and Ardor lived just outside of. They know her quite well, as she frequently entered the village to run errands.
[*]Various people in the Northeast of Edren: Having spent her time doing all she could to make a name for herself, a handful of people whom she has assisted or who saw her fight exist in various locations.[/list][/hider]