Name : Robin.

Where he lives : anywhere Michael’s gang chooses to set camp, be it street or barn or whatever. Will follow.

Age, date of birth : Is around twelve, thirteen years old. Only knows he was born somewhen near the middle of spring… maybe May.

Place of Birth : Corus slums.

Occupation : works in Michael’s streetrat gang, mainly fulfilling the jobs of breaker and enterer, lockpick, and general monkey/mole/catbruglar. Has a knack for pushing himself through small windows and for moving silently.

Status : Commoner.

Family : His mother was an eighteen-year-old lass who was taken in by the kidsman Jethro, who in turn trained her as a prostitute. His father is unknown to him, but Jethro has become like a subtitution father, a father figure guy.

Appearance : Body - Robin’s very small. He towers at 1meter 49, and he’s incredibly skinny. He has long legs and long arms with long fingers. Has very narrow shoulders and a small head.

                        Face -  Robin’s got grey eyes sorrounded by very short eyelashes, under light brows. He has a medium-sized mouth with very thin lips. He’s missing one tooth, which would be the one between the incisive and the canine on the right-hand side of his mouth. His right. He has a small scar going down from the right corner of his mouth and disappearing under his jawbone, from a fight into which he was forcibly induced against a kid with a broken bottle.

                        Hair – dirty-blond in color, though will probably look ebony-black to onlookers, for sheer lack of shampoo and baths. Used to be short, but now it’s covering his ears and constantly going into his eyes.

Clothing : A pair of breeches, too long, stolen from a peasant a few months ago. Has to turn the ends over three times before he can actually walk. It is held at the waist with string. Over it, has a shirt that just might have been white in another life, with long sleeves that he holds over his hands with some string tied along the forearms. Has no shoes, so has his feet wrapped in two or three layers of rags held at the ankles by string too. In summer and spring, he goes around barefoot.

Personality : Is very monkey-see-monkey-do. He obeys easily, without asking questions, and always tries to do the best work, a principle he has taken from Jethro, the kidsman who taught him his job. His being part of Michael’s street gang has taught him incorruptible loyalty, and he can easily be considered as Michael’s dog – he is exactly that. He idolizes Michael because Michael’s got the power and Michael’s the one leading the gang. He’ll take orders from Michael or another gang-leader easily, but don’t expect him to take any from lower-ranked streetrats. He. Obeys. Michael. Only. That’s his principle, state of mind, moral… call it what you like. If Michael told him to throw himself in the lit fireplace, he’d do it.

Strengths : Knows how to lockpick. His great suppleness and his small size allow him to go through small windows through which others wound only be able to put their legs.

Weaknesses : he has a total lack of self-reliance. He can’t take care of himself and has to be told what to do, which is why he’s such a dog to whatever leader he’s under. He hates fighting and isn’t really built for it, skinny as he is, but an order will get him to at least try and hit the other person.

History : His mother was an 18yr old girl working for Jethro as a whore. When he was born, Jethro immediately took him in and taught him the basics. As Robin grew, Jethro started to notice his size and suppleness, and had him specialize in catbruglary and mole-business. To help and complete the assets, he taught him lockpicking. After ten years, Robin was sold by Jethro to Michael’s master, where Robin met Michael. When the old man was hanged, Robin immediately joined Michael’s gang, which stared with a different leader. Robin was loyal and adoring anyway. The leader changed and Robin adapted. Now, Michael’s the leader, and Robin adores and idolizes him.

What is he most ashamed of? Robin is ashamed of his not being able to fight. He’d like to make Michael happy by winning a fight he’d be ordered into, but knows it’d only happen if the opponent were five years old and had his hands tied behind his back. Compensates the shame by prizing himself on his breaking-and-entering capacities, but still.

What makes him unique? His total, entire devotion to Michael or whatever leader he falls under. His lack of self-reliance makes him that way, he –needs- to be ordered around to survive. The only things he does without being ordered (and that’s only barely) are eat, drink and breathe. If one told him to stay awake for three days straight, he’d do his best to do it.

Why does he comes to the Inn? Because Michael’s going, duh.