Night feather
01-07-2008, 05:16 PM
Username: Night feather
Name: Robbie (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y120/Wild-roses/oohbaby.png) Sassoon ( http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y120/Wild-roses/Roleplay%20characters%20AI/MatthewBellamy33.jpg)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Profession: Stage-Hand
Looks: It is a common miscomprehension that looks and mental capacity should harmonise, and this is certainly not the case with Robbie. With his thin and short frame, he only stands at 5’7 feet, and his flamboyant hair (the natural colour is black), you wouldn’t think that he is the young man pronounced to be a successor to Mozart. His features are usually described as quirky, but looking closer you’d might find beauty in the hollowed angles of his cheekbones, the narrow blade of his nose, the soft full curve of his lips and the depths of his deep-set, luminous, blue eyes, which always seem to be asking a million questions at once. He moves his skinny frame with an intriguing sense of graze, which becomes most obvious when looking at his hands. They are very long and slender, the hands of a pianist, enabling him to extend across several keys of a piano, and never seem to rest, always fidgeting, drumming an of beat on his thighs or something like it. His voice is a slightly hoarse tenor, heavily marked by a mid-English accent.
History: The 12’Th of September 1985, Troilus Robert Sassoon, as is his full name, was born in a small village close to Oxford in England. He was the second child of an unhappy marriage between English choir singer, Frances Sassoon, and her husband, of whom Robbie only knows was called Alexander. He suspects him to by of South European origin though as Robbie tan easily and have dark hair (when he doesn’t dye it), compared with his mother and older brother’s fair complexion and golden hair. Surprisingly though, Robbie has never sought any more information about his father, caring little to know more about the man who left his wife and children because he couldn’t deal with the responsibility it was.
Robbie was an unusual child, already from an early age, he began tinkering on the piano before his mother had even thought of sending him to music lessons, like she practically had to force his brother, Hector, to do. She began teaching him, but realised quickly that her modest skill on the piano was not at all enough for her son, and in pursuit of better teachers, she moved the little family to London. She was delighted by her son’s outstanding musical talent; she herself had always been limited by her own mediocre talent, and watched with fascination as Robbie’s talents just seemed to expand all the time. Throughout his childhood, Robbie constantly outplayed the skill of his teachers, and mesmerised them.
However, his childhood wasn’t easy, not at all, much of it due to Hector, who resented his younger brother for stealing their mother’s attention. Seemingly the only thing they had in common was the fact that they were both named after Trojan heroes. Hector was always the popular one in school, and he tyrannised Robbie there, not that it was hard to get people to join as Robbie was generally considered a freak. It was first in the end of secondary school that Robbie actually gained friends, and that from a crowd that certainly didn’t fit into his mother’s idea of suitable friends.
Yet, musically he developed with frightening speed, by the age of ten, the only thing that prevented him from playing the more advanced music was the limited size of his hands, not yet grown into the size they are today. By the age of fifteen, he played a number of concerts with the London philharmonic orchestra, making the musical press go berserk and pronounce him the next Mozart.
He didn’t feel comfortable in the spotlight though, and even though his mother attempted to convince him otherwise, he felt he needed some time of from concerts and other performances. It was in this period that he actually had real social relations with other people, the outsiders as school – they were the only ones who wanted him and Robbie was desperate for social acceptance. His crowd was mainly the punk/heavy-metal/goth crowd, and to fit in better, Robbie taught himself the guitar, soon mastering it better than people having taken lessons for years.
He finally felt like a normal young person, feeling accepted by people who recognised his talent and actually considered it cool. He had friends who he partied and did crazy things with, he even got a girlfriend. He could just be Robbie instead of Troilus Robert Sassoon, musical prodigy. However, when his mother found out that he had been flirting a little with drugs, she went ballistic at the very idea he would take anything that could damage his ‘perfect’ mind, and she forbade him to see any of his friends again.
Robbie was getting sick and tired by having his mother live out her own musical ambitions through him. The whole thing finally exploded on Robbie’s eighteenth birthday. During a verbal spare between Robbie and Hector, the older brother snapped and being twice Robbie’s size, he beat him into a pulp. Frances tried desperately to stop it, and when Hector finally withdrew from Robbie, Frances slapped him, and screamed that she hated him and he would never be anything else but an embarrassment to her.
As soon as Robbie had been treated in the hospital, he split, finally being too fed up with everything. He no longer wanted part in his family, and after a short stay with one of his friends, he left for France, and dropped of the radar. He travelled all around the globe, providing for himself with odd jobs and as a street musician. He learned the music from different countries. He has never been in doubt that music was his fate, but he wanted to make and play music on his own terms, not somebody else’s.
Personality: Odd, weird, strange, quaint are the most polite words people usually associated with Robbie, although more malicious tongues have spat words as freak, creepy and bizarre in his direction. Robbie has long since accepted that he isn’t the most conventional sort of men, experience having taught him that he can’t fake another personality. While never having been diagnosed with anything, he has often been suspected to be suffering for some kind of neurological or psychological syndrome or defect. His uncompromising nature has often led him into trouble as people have often mistaken it for arrogance; however that couldn’t be further from the truth. Robbie is intelligent and often grasps things quickly, his intuitive approach to things blinding him to why others find difficulty in what he considers easy. This is closely related to his awkward communicative skills, he likes to get in touch with others and meeting new people, however, his different oddities of personality have an unfortunately tendency to scare people off. His eccentricity, his bluntness and his lack of thinking before he speaks turn people off, and Robbie often get ahead of himself. Basically Robbie’s main problem is that he thinks far too fast for his tongue to keep up with him. When he gets to know people his nervous awkwardness begins to diminish, allowing people to look beyond his flamboyant outer shell.
Name: Robbie (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y120/Wild-roses/oohbaby.png) Sassoon ( http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y120/Wild-roses/Roleplay%20characters%20AI/MatthewBellamy33.jpg)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Profession: Stage-Hand
Looks: It is a common miscomprehension that looks and mental capacity should harmonise, and this is certainly not the case with Robbie. With his thin and short frame, he only stands at 5’7 feet, and his flamboyant hair (the natural colour is black), you wouldn’t think that he is the young man pronounced to be a successor to Mozart. His features are usually described as quirky, but looking closer you’d might find beauty in the hollowed angles of his cheekbones, the narrow blade of his nose, the soft full curve of his lips and the depths of his deep-set, luminous, blue eyes, which always seem to be asking a million questions at once. He moves his skinny frame with an intriguing sense of graze, which becomes most obvious when looking at his hands. They are very long and slender, the hands of a pianist, enabling him to extend across several keys of a piano, and never seem to rest, always fidgeting, drumming an of beat on his thighs or something like it. His voice is a slightly hoarse tenor, heavily marked by a mid-English accent.
History: The 12’Th of September 1985, Troilus Robert Sassoon, as is his full name, was born in a small village close to Oxford in England. He was the second child of an unhappy marriage between English choir singer, Frances Sassoon, and her husband, of whom Robbie only knows was called Alexander. He suspects him to by of South European origin though as Robbie tan easily and have dark hair (when he doesn’t dye it), compared with his mother and older brother’s fair complexion and golden hair. Surprisingly though, Robbie has never sought any more information about his father, caring little to know more about the man who left his wife and children because he couldn’t deal with the responsibility it was.
Robbie was an unusual child, already from an early age, he began tinkering on the piano before his mother had even thought of sending him to music lessons, like she practically had to force his brother, Hector, to do. She began teaching him, but realised quickly that her modest skill on the piano was not at all enough for her son, and in pursuit of better teachers, she moved the little family to London. She was delighted by her son’s outstanding musical talent; she herself had always been limited by her own mediocre talent, and watched with fascination as Robbie’s talents just seemed to expand all the time. Throughout his childhood, Robbie constantly outplayed the skill of his teachers, and mesmerised them.
However, his childhood wasn’t easy, not at all, much of it due to Hector, who resented his younger brother for stealing their mother’s attention. Seemingly the only thing they had in common was the fact that they were both named after Trojan heroes. Hector was always the popular one in school, and he tyrannised Robbie there, not that it was hard to get people to join as Robbie was generally considered a freak. It was first in the end of secondary school that Robbie actually gained friends, and that from a crowd that certainly didn’t fit into his mother’s idea of suitable friends.
Yet, musically he developed with frightening speed, by the age of ten, the only thing that prevented him from playing the more advanced music was the limited size of his hands, not yet grown into the size they are today. By the age of fifteen, he played a number of concerts with the London philharmonic orchestra, making the musical press go berserk and pronounce him the next Mozart.
He didn’t feel comfortable in the spotlight though, and even though his mother attempted to convince him otherwise, he felt he needed some time of from concerts and other performances. It was in this period that he actually had real social relations with other people, the outsiders as school – they were the only ones who wanted him and Robbie was desperate for social acceptance. His crowd was mainly the punk/heavy-metal/goth crowd, and to fit in better, Robbie taught himself the guitar, soon mastering it better than people having taken lessons for years.
He finally felt like a normal young person, feeling accepted by people who recognised his talent and actually considered it cool. He had friends who he partied and did crazy things with, he even got a girlfriend. He could just be Robbie instead of Troilus Robert Sassoon, musical prodigy. However, when his mother found out that he had been flirting a little with drugs, she went ballistic at the very idea he would take anything that could damage his ‘perfect’ mind, and she forbade him to see any of his friends again.
Robbie was getting sick and tired by having his mother live out her own musical ambitions through him. The whole thing finally exploded on Robbie’s eighteenth birthday. During a verbal spare between Robbie and Hector, the older brother snapped and being twice Robbie’s size, he beat him into a pulp. Frances tried desperately to stop it, and when Hector finally withdrew from Robbie, Frances slapped him, and screamed that she hated him and he would never be anything else but an embarrassment to her.
As soon as Robbie had been treated in the hospital, he split, finally being too fed up with everything. He no longer wanted part in his family, and after a short stay with one of his friends, he left for France, and dropped of the radar. He travelled all around the globe, providing for himself with odd jobs and as a street musician. He learned the music from different countries. He has never been in doubt that music was his fate, but he wanted to make and play music on his own terms, not somebody else’s.
Personality: Odd, weird, strange, quaint are the most polite words people usually associated with Robbie, although more malicious tongues have spat words as freak, creepy and bizarre in his direction. Robbie has long since accepted that he isn’t the most conventional sort of men, experience having taught him that he can’t fake another personality. While never having been diagnosed with anything, he has often been suspected to be suffering for some kind of neurological or psychological syndrome or defect. His uncompromising nature has often led him into trouble as people have often mistaken it for arrogance; however that couldn’t be further from the truth. Robbie is intelligent and often grasps things quickly, his intuitive approach to things blinding him to why others find difficulty in what he considers easy. This is closely related to his awkward communicative skills, he likes to get in touch with others and meeting new people, however, his different oddities of personality have an unfortunately tendency to scare people off. His eccentricity, his bluntness and his lack of thinking before he speaks turn people off, and Robbie often get ahead of himself. Basically Robbie’s main problem is that he thinks far too fast for his tongue to keep up with him. When he gets to know people his nervous awkwardness begins to diminish, allowing people to look beyond his flamboyant outer shell.