Name:

Robert Castelli

*Nickname:

Robb

Little Italy, a rather stupid name he was dubbed by a bully or two. That was a long time ago, but it stuck, depressingly.

Age:

He turned sixteen last December.

Gender:

Male

Role:

Student

Weapon:

Whatever he can get his hands on, he isn't picky.

During the beginning of the RP, he'd possibly either lug around a fire extinguisher or a table leg. If need be, maybe a pencil?

Anything other than a heavy metal tube or a piece of wood would be very much appreciated. Maybe a axe or some other alternative down the line?

Appearance:

A young man of Italian descent, it's noticeable in his lightly tanned olive skin and dark eyes, but you can also notice it it his facial structure. His long face, sharp nose, and the more narrowed shape of his eyes are all to telling of his heritage. He can thank his father for such things. Robb is a ginger, his hair a fine coppery color. The texture is soft and straight, though there are curls near the ends adding to its volume. It's shaggy, and swept back in style offering a slightly unkempt appearance. Partnered with a stubble of similar color, Robb clearly isn't a full blooded Italian. On his mother's side... It's practically a genetic sock drawer. A mess of everything. His eyes for example, as dark as they are hold splashes of color that swirl and dance, noticeably with greens and yellows. Robb's build is lean, with a rather average height of 5'10", though he appears slightly shorter due to mild slouching. As horrible as bad posture is, it's damn comfortable.

Robb's attire consist of a plain white hoodie under a green camo windbreaker, a pair of simple loose-fitting grey pants, with a pair of white high top sneakers. Often times, he carries around a black backpack which holds books or any other necessary items.

Personality:

Robb is simple and down to Earth. He has never been the type to overindulge himself in things, and it has kept him humble... Well, that might just come from growing up poor, now that he thinks on it. He was the oldest child of five children, with two brothers and two sisters. There was never lots of money to go around, so he often begrudgingly stepped to the side to allow his siblings to feel happier. They were normally the ones who got the fancier clothes, ate more, and so on. It was self appointed goal of his to do his best to take care of others, and it was coming to fruition with his volunteer time at homeless shelters and the like. He also played the mediator for his younger siblings, and eventually other people. He can talk to people easily, so long as someone he knows is there. Makes it easier to bounce off of someone and get some energy flowing.

Robb has a very pragmatic way of thinking that many if his peers have deemed cynical for someone his age, but he just says he is realistic. He picks up easily on certain things just from observing his surroundings, such as who might have potential issues with each other or how an event might go with a stunning bit of accuracy. "It's all based on historical trends", he once said.

Robb was considered popular in school, depending on who you ask that is. He was somewhere in the middle in terms of popularity. Not that Robb cared, he payed no mind to such things. He was always to busy to really make friends in school, rather he was the guy everyone knew of... Nobody really knew him. It's rather lonely, but its stupid to worry about that. "Having friends just pulls you into stupid drama", one of the many homeless whomst he worked with had told him. Robb believes this to be true. He would rather spend his time reading, with his family, or doing volunteer work.

Everyone has there darksides though, and Robb is no stranger to that. While level-headed and slow to anger, he holds grudges with a fury. Sometimes these grudges will pull him to do impulsive things solely to be petty and get even. Robb doesn't really have any type of loyalty to people, rather he just follows what he thinks is right for the well-being of the whole. His morales predicate that he focus on benefitting everyone aside from a single individual. Finally, Robb is WAAAAAAY to altruistic, he has no sense of self preservation. As an older sibling, it was pretty much engrained in him to take the brunt of any harm that comes to his younger siblings. It has melded into who he is, a self sacrificing idiot.

*Likes:

Reading

Rock Music

Tea

His family

The wild stories shared by the Homeless at the shelter

He has a sweet tooth.

Winter, he was born during that season, every major event of his life happened during winter, and to be frank the Winter landscape is simply beautiful.

*Dislikes:

Selfish People.

The Summer, it's to hot in all honesty.

He dislikes rap and country music, not really his taste.

Cats, he isn't a fan. They have tried many times to eat his "pet". At least they get rid of mice.

Rodents. He isn't sure why, but they just make him feel gross at the pit of his stomach.

Strengths:

While his skill is rusty, he can understand Italian and speak a few words as well. His father never took much time to teach him, the man was always working.

He has a good amount of street smarts, gladly gifted to him by the people he has met at the homeless shelter.

Robb has good social skills.

While he might not look it, he is pretty strong for a guy his size.

He can easily adapt to new situations, living poor forces you to be quick on your feet.

Weaknesses:

While he can chat almost anyone up, having an actual friendship is something he struggles with. How do you know your friends with someone? What do friends even do? What type of obligations do I have to fulfill for you?

He doesn't have a solid grasp on fighting, mainly because he put a large bit of his efforts into helping people rather than harming them. He is adaptable though, so instead of standard fighting expect something more... Wild, I suppose is the correct term.

His ability to hold grudges holds no bounds. With the world seeming to end, it opens a floodgate of what might be possible in the future.

Crush:

None currently.

Significant Other:

None currently.

Other:

Green?

Maybe grey...

No. What color is the sky at night?

Black? Indigo? I don't know.

Extra:

Robb has a "pet" shreech owl. A bird he had fed a handful of times, and in the end its began to follow him around, associating him with food. He still hasn't found a name for the bird yet, as this arrangement is rather new still.

It's a small little thing, who could fit in the palm of his hand. He is grey, with a black brindle and white underbelly. His head is similar to all owls, though the feather tufts upon his head are rather pronounced. His eyes are large, piercing yellow orbs with large pupils.