#robbe pence

[thelambandtheraven]

Just a Simple Pile of Pillows [Closed RP with ponyandlioness]

It was a lazy day for the whole team. A powerful storm had blown in canceling most classes for the day excepting for those upper class-man who were working on final thesis. ARGT remained indoors, in their room unless they had to head out for food...

For now, though, they were settled enough that it didn't matter at least for the time being.

Abigail was reading contentedly on her bead, surrounded by pillows, Gray was on the other side of the room doing something similar, both of them doing their best to ignore the bickering duo in the middle of the room.

Frustratedly, Robbe paced the room, growing more and more irritated at the darker skinned female before finally, he snatched up a nearby pillow and chucked it at the irritating girl. "Just SHUT UP!"

However, Tawny was not a girl fresh out of learning to walk, so she ducked and moved to the side, laughing at Robbe and blinking in confusion as both of the boys were frozen in what looked like shock. Turning her head slowly showed her why.

The pillow had landed squarely against Abigail's face, her hands spread to the sides in shock, book knocked askew. Slowly, the pillow falling down on to her lap. Eyes widened, she stared at the pillow and then everyone else, and as Tawny and Robbe erupted in apologies, she snorted.

"You...why you..." she reached to the side and grabbed a different pillow, face going grim, as she threw it at the offender. Unfortunately for her, Robbe dropped to the floor and the pillow sailed for Gray. "Oh!"

[thelambandtheraven]

3,4,13,16,24,25,40,45,

You want Mr. Grumpy Pants, right? I’ll type this up for him since he doesn’t really like computers much…- Abigail.

3:What’s your OCs favorite food?….I like peanut brittle….and tuna. Not together!

4:Does your OC prefer paper or plastic? Either, but I guess plastic since it kin be reused.

13:What is your OCs earliest memory? I dun remember my family much. I think it would be…shiverin’ inna cardboard box afore being picked up by sum orphange people.

16:When is your OCs favorite time of year? ….fall….I like the colors.

24:What does your OC smell like? Smell? That’s a weird question….earth and….cinnamon…I guess.

25:What time of year does your OC prefer? Ain’t this the same as the other question? ….I like it when the fall winds turn ta winter chills.

40:What is the strangest thing your OC has done? I ain’t proud of it but…I was dared ta go skinny dippin in the Central Station fountain. I did it…

45:Does your OC like reading? Sumtimes. I ain’t too good at it, but I do like to.

[thelambandtheraven]

A Trip Into Vale [Closed RP]

To Robbe, Beacon was a place to where he could crash at night. The learning during the day was an irritation to him but something that he was willing to put up with, though not necessarily happily.

Though...he had to admit he was learning things that he had never considered before which was kind of cool...

...still, he preferred being down here, trolling through the streets of his old haunts. The air was more...breathable down here. It was his element. He grinned, feeling the eyes of several on him though they stayed hidden for the time being.

"So..." he glanced behind him at the giant of a man following quietly following behind him. "What do you think of it down here?" he finally asked, feeling just a touch awkward.

[thelambandtheraven]

So Time For Myself - Thank You [Open RP]

Robbe wandered the grounds, hands shoved as far into his pockets as he possibly could put them. This was entirely too...ugh, this school. He appreciated being here, being given the chance to be here but having to work in a group was just...

...not his thing.

With a snort, he leaned against a tree, out of the sun.

At least he could possibly spend some time alone in the grove of trees here.

[thelambandtheraven]

Robbe Pence

This is my fellow blog 'partner' though not my actual combat partner. He doesn't like computers and will leave his scroll as often as he can. So...I guess it's up to me to actually put it together for him. Sorry.

Name: Robbe Pence

Age: 17

Semblance: currently unknown. I'll bother him about it later.

Inspiration: Sing a Song of Sixpence

Weapon: Dual Daggers that combine into a crossbow.

Fighting Style: Free but makes use of Parkour in much of his fights and free time in general.

Personality: Sour. Bitter. Grumpy. Oh, but he does seem to get along really well with those that come from a similar situation as he does! On the other hand, he gets really pissy around those from a wealthy family/upbringing. Quiet, prefers to be left alone.

Background: Raised on the streets until an old fighting master found him and began his training. Unfortunately, that's all I've been able to wrest from him yet. I'll update when I've got more.

Forgot the Credits on this one (again):

Art by chiicharron

Emblem by cinder-the-witch

[thelambandtheraven]

What a Stupid Idea...[Close RP with ponyandlioness]

Robbe had stood there on the launching platform with his arms crossed, grumpy at the noise that all the other students at this particular spot were making.

He only vaguely listened what the excitable dude and fat dude were saying, enough to understand that he was about to be shot into the forest below and that the first person he made contact with was to be his partner.

Even as his pad tossed him into the air and towards the forest, his face was nothing but grumpy and surly. "This is so stupid..." flipping midway in the air he leveled his weapon, now in the bow form, and planted a few arrows along a tree he was coming up on, using them to slow his fall.

It wasn't the best way to do it, but it was good enough that he was able to land on the forest floor without any injury to himself. With a huffed sigh, hands behind his head he began to wind his way through this forest, muttering once and again, "This is so stupid..."