Post by Robbie Jackson on Jan 2, 2010 15:57:34 GMT -5
Robbie Michael Jackson
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Age: Eighteen
Orientation: Straight
Gender: Male
Teacher or Student: Student
Grade: Senior
Site Canon or Original: Original
Get the Picture
Height: 5'9
Weight: Unknown
Eyes: Greenish Blue
Hair: Brunette
Face The Facts
Family:
Ellen Jackson, Mother, Age 43
Michael Jackson, Father, Age 46, Deceased
Heather Jackson, Sister, Age 7, Deceased
Friends:
Susan Nelson, Female, Age 17
Alexander Williams, Male, Age 19
Quintin Butler, Male, Age 18
Kelly Glitterstein. Female, Age 18
History:
Growing up in a small town in Oklahoma, Robbie never really had the chance to do much. He mostly just hung around the parks all day with his few friends, coming up with their next plan to start a riot to try and bring mankind another step closer to a better world. Although, the conspiring didn't happen until he was at least fourteen. Up until then, Robbie only had one friend. Her name was Susan Nelson. She was the only person willing to run around pretending she was an animal with Robbie while other children were playing guns and barbies. They were definatly two peas in a pod.
The real conspirining in the parks started to happen when Robbie hit his teenage years and made his other best friends, Alexander Williams, Quintin Butler, and Kelly Glitterstein. They were the only kids in the town that worried more about weather their was meat or not in their tacos then being the next rising stars. This was about the same age the Robbie began to realize that he was, in fact, falling in love with Susan. He was going to tell her one night when they were hanging out and watching movies together, but that was the same time that he got a phone call from his mother giving him horrible news.
The news consisted of the fact that his father and younger sister had died in a car crash, coming home from a party his sister was at. He left immediatly after hearing that. It took him almost an entire year to get back to being himself. During that year, a lot of things had changed though. His mother turned into a crazy nut job, and Robbie was almost positive Susan was dating a guy off the school foot ball team. He guess what that she hadn't told him, because Quitin had probably told her about Robbie's feelings for her. That would mean she didn't feel the same, and she didn't want to hurt him. Either way, Susan was still a great friend who always let Robbie cry on her shoulder and never left him.
After time went on, Robbie's mother continued to get crazier. With that, she sent Robbie away to a boarding school in Mississippi. Although saddened by the thought of leaving his friends, Robbie decided to do as he usually would. He decided to make the best out of the situation. After all, it was simply a bigger school to be able to spread the message around at.
Know the Person
Likes:
Tie-Dye, Animals, Vegetables, Nature, Little Birds Singing In The Morning, Peta, Being Alive, The Earth, Environment, Playing Guitar, Singing, Saving The Planet, Plants, Gardens, Green Houses, HAVE I MENTIONED THE ENVIRONMENT?! Oh wait.... I have., Moccasins, O-zone Layer, Reading
Dislikes:
Pollution, Animal Killers, People Who Step On Flowers, Any Kind Of Animal Mills, Meat, Plastic Bags, Too Much Carbon Dioxide, Too Much Nitrogen, Global Warming, Drugs
Strengths:
Environmental Knowledge, English
Weaknesses:
Cute Animals In Distress, Females Who Slap Him
Fears:
The Environment Dying, Global Warming, Getting Slapped By Woman
Personality:
Robbie Jackson is a smart, out-going, silly kid who likes to look at the bright side of everything. Although he's nice and kind to basically everyone, he will flip out on people who being cruel to animals or committing major pollution. Robbie is huge into protesting anything he can that has to deal with abuse toward the environment. He's usually happy, and tries not to let other people's comments bother him. Although most people classify the young male as a hippie, Robbie is against drugs. He hates what they do to the brain and what the fumes do to the environment.
This Jackson boy has one simple goal in life: to push through all the hard times and spread the message of peace through-out the nation. As long as there's peace, there's love. Like most boys with Robbie's interests, he is completely against war. Sending young males to fight other humans and get themselves blown up is not his idea of a good time. It is also not a good way to spread his message. He believes that there are way more important things in this world then fighting. All the attention and money focused on war should be spent on finding ways to stop global warming.
Even though Robbie is generally the "happy-go-lucky" type, he can still have his moments. For instance, if he sees an animal die in a tragic way right in front of his eyes, he'll most likely go through a stage of depression for a few days. It wouldn't matter if he knew the animal or not. If it's the same for humans depending on their actions through-out their lives. Still, he tries to keep up a smiley appearance.
Other:
Robbie has a pet turtled name Eco that he caught in a lake.
Roleplay Sample:
The wind whipped past the young male's body as the sky blurred around him. For whatever reason, he was falling. The blond boy was just going about his normal everyday life when all of a sudden he blacked out. Then this happened. He woke up, screaming his lungs out, falling through the air. His shirt was flying up, and he was wailing his arms, attempting to get himself to slow down. All his attempts failed though, and he knew what was going to come next. He was going to go splat if something didn't break this fall. No one could survive something like this. He must have been falling for at least twenty minutes by now.
As scared as he was, the shotgun weilder looked down. He was filled with a fantasic feeling of overwhelming happiness when he saw land beneath him, but at the same time, he felt scared out of his wits. He didn't want to die. Not here. Not like this. The boy was to freaked out to even shed a tear off sorrow to blend with the tears the wind was whipping from his eyes. Suddenly, a hard something hit his back and everything went black. The male had hit bunches of tree branches and then feel to the ground.
Several or more hours must have pasted, but the young man finally awoke. The first thing on his mind was where the hell am I? He could feel sand between his fingers and tickling his neck. He lifted a hand to his head, which was throbbing with pain, and then sat up. He was on beach. Water stretched out in the direction he was facing as far as his eyes could see. How the hell did he even get here? That question was circling his mind along with many others.
It didn't take long for the boy to realize that he didn't even know who he, himself, was. It was a very unpleasant feeling. Starring at his clothes, his face looked like a confused puppy dog. He felt his hair and wondered what color it was. It came clear to him that he didn't know anything at all aside from how to think and speak. His stomach made a rumbling noise. He was hungry. That was another thing he obviously knew.
The male looked next to him and saw a gun. A shot gun to be specific. Was this his? He picked up the weapon and set it on his lap. Starring at it, he realized that he knew how to use it. Maybe this would be able to help him find some food? Hopefully he'd wake up and this would all just be a dream.
As scared as he was, the shotgun weilder looked down. He was filled with a fantasic feeling of overwhelming happiness when he saw land beneath him, but at the same time, he felt scared out of his wits. He didn't want to die. Not here. Not like this. The boy was to freaked out to even shed a tear off sorrow to blend with the tears the wind was whipping from his eyes. Suddenly, a hard something hit his back and everything went black. The male had hit bunches of tree branches and then feel to the ground.
Several or more hours must have pasted, but the young man finally awoke. The first thing on his mind was where the hell am I? He could feel sand between his fingers and tickling his neck. He lifted a hand to his head, which was throbbing with pain, and then sat up. He was on beach. Water stretched out in the direction he was facing as far as his eyes could see. How the hell did he even get here? That question was circling his mind along with many others.
It didn't take long for the boy to realize that he didn't even know who he, himself, was. It was a very unpleasant feeling. Starring at his clothes, his face looked like a confused puppy dog. He felt his hair and wondered what color it was. It came clear to him that he didn't know anything at all aside from how to think and speak. His stomach made a rumbling noise. He was hungry. That was another thing he obviously knew.
The male looked next to him and saw a gun. A shot gun to be specific. Was this his? He picked up the weapon and set it on his lap. Starring at it, he realized that he knew how to use it. Maybe this would be able to help him find some food? Hopefully he'd wake up and this would all just be a dream.