Robyn Heartwood
General Information
Full Name: (Jonathan Telling)
Alias(es): Robyn Heartwood
Gender: MALE
Age: 16
Date of Birth: November 28th
Marital Status: single
Current Home: None
Occupation: Marksmen with the bow, hunter and tracker
Affiliations:
About Me
Personality: Shy is an understatement, more like paranoid. He barely talks, and keeps to the shadows. dislikes large groups and loud noises. Much more of a background kinda guy. He is an honest and good person, living up to his childhood hero of robin hood. He can become viscous when faced with cruel and evil people, almost to an obsessive and dangerous point. Otherwise he is the quiet hunter. Likes good warm comfort food type cooking (he sucks at it). Loves books and reading. Not good at dealing with people, and doesn't trust very easy. Is a bit of a sucker for charity cases.
Family Relations: Dead.... All dead.... Parents and two sisters one older one younger.
Their Story: Jonnie grew up adored by his father. His Mother was the bread winner in the family, so Dad was the one who tended the kids during the day. He was the one to tell them stories before bedtime, and Jonnie's favorite, was of robin hood. With a proud Father and mother looking on, he learned archery, joining local clubs and even entering competitions. He even won some ribbons and awards. He led a typical family life, not poor, not rich, perhaps just a bit lower than average. Maybe how well his family got along was untypical, but they had God, and the teachings of love, morals, faith, and charity that said god and church provided. he was a bit of a goody two-shoes, but he took it to pride rather than let any teasing bother him.
Things were good, at least until everything went to chaos and dark. With the destruction and natural disasters, came a lot of ugly things. His city became particularly bad. Many looting groups formed turning more brutal with each passing day. Many of the groups turned to killing, some of them killed not only those that stood up against them, but anyone in their path. Jonathan had been up in the crawl space attic, fixing a hole in the roof, when the marauding group had come barreling through the door. Shots and screams were immediate, He hadn't even had time to get crawl to the crawl-way entrance before they were done with the massacre. The group made quick work, and as he peeked through the hole seeing the thugs pass bye quickly grabbing supplies from their home, By the time he had managed to climb down, they were already leaving. The thugs hadn't even the decency to properly loot the place, just leaving corpses for the few things they could easily grab.
Devastated, Jonathan buried his family, cleaning up as best he could. It was then he discovered a package in his father's closet. Addressed to himself, in shiny wrapping paper, his birthday in only a few days, he slowly unwrapped the box. He finally broke down, sobbing to discover a tool that might have helped save his family. A new Bow. A professional shooting bow, he had wanted, but was too expensive. He took what he needed and left. the place held no more joy. Things were still shaking and dangerous, but he would find his way, holding onto what he could, the next few weeks before the world stopped it's angry throes, he led a life inspired by his childhood hero. Jonathan took on the name Robyn, a silent version that kept to the shadows, taking from those who had plenty, and leaving them on doorsteps of those who had none.
Talents: Really good archer, above average tracking, good survival skills.
Hobbies: Likes to read, especially fairytales, knights and heroes.
~Saiytanya
