𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.
FULL NAME. robin camila vasquez
NICKNAMES. ro, bobbie.
AGE. 29.
GENDER & PRONOUNS. cis-female . she / her
SEXUALITY. pansexual
OCCUPATION. former resident at the lenox hill hospital, now medical specialist
ZODIAC. sagittarius ( november 29th )
𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
HAIR COLOUR & STYLE. dark brown hair that is usually up in a ponytail or braided in different forms.
EYE COLOUR. light brown.
BUILD. slim
HEIGHT. 5′4".
𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫.
PLACE OF BIRTH. cartagena, colombia.
ETHNICITY. mexican.
PARENTS: gabriel vasquez, 63, previous trauma surgeon, deceased. mother unknown.
SIBLINGS. one younger sister, valentina. deceased.
CHILDREN. none.
𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀.
before september 2014.
robin was a third year resident at the lenox hill hospital in manhattan, wanting to become a trauma surgeon afterwards. since she was a little kid, she just wanted to be like her dad, a worldwide famous trauma surgeon, and she could listen to his work stories every night. she was fascinated by how he devoted his life to save others. while she was known as a spitfire around work, someone that had the tendency to speak before she thought and told you straight in the face if something bothered her, she still was the most intelligent around the other residents, with high potential to become a qualified surgeon one day. not many of her colleagues liked her, but her patients admired her for work. robin simply wanted to save people, and gave everything to do so, no matter what had happened. however, she did not excel at actually forming any sort of relationships beyond that. she lived to work. work was everything for her and she had neglected everything else around her, besides her father and her sister. but she was fine with it. she considered herself happy.
after september 2014. ( this part contains following trigger: mention of death & blood )
shortly after the panic started, robin had come home late at night, after an already stressful shift at the hospital. that day, she had already decided she wouldn’t return to work for awhile. she felt too unsafe. however, that night changed her life forever one way or another. she had found her sister, who had sometimes been crashing at her place whenever she was in ny, dead in her apartment. she was completely soaked in blood and robin could identify bite marks all over. shock immediately took over her and for what felt like eternity, robin just held her dead sister in her arms. to this day, she doesn’t know how exactly it happened. but she assumes that her sister’s boyfriend had been with her, already infected and had turned in her presence, killing her in the process. the blood marks that led towards an open window would speak for it, at least. after the traumatic event, she knew she couldn’t stay in her apartment any longer and soon got into contact with the new york group that she had spent time with since the beginning.
nowadays, she’s very blunt and cold. she’s a medical expert and all sorts of people come to her. she doesn’t differentiate between the wasps, the fireflies or a simple civilian. just like in the old days, she sees it as a duty to help. and she helps. she’s just not necessarily nice during it. if a patient annoys her, she tells them to fuck off or they won’t get a treatment. simple as that. she has lost her smile over the years and manages to hide her emotions perfectly well. even though she is known around the quarantine zone as the rude doctor, people can’t help it but still come to her. because they know, despite everything, she’s good at what she does.
