Robine Hoodie

[Cardly]

Full Name: Robine Hoodie
Nickname(s): Robin
Gender: Male
Height & Weight:6’4 8 stone 1 pound
Birthdate: 11^th September
Age: 6 Sweeps
Physical appearance: He has (quite messy indeed) black hair that flicks slightly near the fringe. His horns are VERY sharp and point east to his point of view, or the left. He wears glass-less glasses with a brown frame. His eyes glitter in the sun usually. His teeth are bucked. He wears a jade-green turtleneck jumper with thick sleeves. Under those he wears several layers of a black cotton shirt. His trousers are boot-cut and a light-grey colour. He wears sensible stiff black shoes.
Personality: On the outside: He seems like a pretty nerdy guy; always talking in a poetic style about his visions- he may seem like a asshole to some people too, talking people into doing the most stupid of things.
...He thinks of himself as a helper of the group- and in fact he kind of his, however he never really does anything right until his sacrifice- imagination... He loses his quirk and anything that makes him stand out at that point... Whether it be from taking in the doom from a corpse or something else, it changes him.
Handle: poeticSacrifice
Typing Quirk/Color: I replace all xf my ‘o’s with ‘x’s. If there is a wxrd like ‘good’ I make a dead face with it- fxr example, gx_xd, lx_xk. I type in the cxlxur xf my blx_xd. I type in British spelling. When I dx the final sacrifice: i lose all forms of a quirk without any punctuation besides spaces.
EG: "The pencil can be mightier than the AK47! By jxve it is! Fxr the sake that is all literary and adventurey and... Shitty.”
Blood color: Jade [#008143]
Symbol: An easter island head-like shape.
Lusus: Wooly Tuskbeast [ Mammoth ]

Strengths: Amazing strategist, quite resistant to cold.
Weaknesses: Physically quite weak, afraid of water.
Fears/Insecurities: He has a fear of the water. He’s insecure about his blood caste generally being female- while he’s a male.
Likes: Snowballs, Poetry, Exploring.
Dislikes: His visions, his blood caste, death...
Driving force: To help his friends survive.
Hobbies: Exploring, Writing poetry, trying to get over fears.

God Tier Title: Rogue of Doom
Land: Land of Visions and Robins
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: AK47kind / Pencilkind

Describe your character in three words: Kind, Poetic, Useable.
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Their AK47 and a notepad.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: They would give themselves better dreams. The visions scare him.
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Wool... Cold-as-shit meat.. More wool... Waddlebeast meat...
Other: He has found an ancient matriorb on a scavenger hunt after falling into a hole... More for collecting purposes- but deep down he thinks it’s special. He wears the turtleneck jumper... It is so warm and- in his opinion- made with love. He will sometimes just start typing in poetry... He doesn't know why. He may indeed turn into a rainbow-drinker in some forms of roleplay. He doesn't wake up on the dream planet for AAAAAAGES!

[dexterousSurvivalist]

Approved.~