just because i'm hurting `` robbie wallace

[Robbie Wallace]

valkyrie, california ,

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just because i'm hurting
doesn't mean i'm hurt
doesn't mean i didn't get what i deserved
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roleplayer ,

name: clare (the BEARRR)
age: one and fourrrr
gender: girly
years roleplaying: oneplusonehalf
other characters: artemis ellis, collin wallace, meghan wallace, milo ellis

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character facts ,

full name: Robert Henry Wallace (call him Robbie. and i mean it)
gender: male
age: seventeen
school year: eleventh
art interest: art (drawing)
portrayed by: Daniel Radcliffe <333
appearance:

CHISELED FACE ! Robbie Wallace has a face you'll remember, if not find quite nice looking in a certain chiseled, hawk-esque sort of manner. Robbie's face shows everyone the McAvery side of his family. If you took a picture of both his grandfather McAvery and his great grandfather McAvery when they were Robbie's age; the average person would most likely not be able to tell the difference. Unfortunately, this is not possible because both of these men's childhoods were not very well documented. Anyway, this youngest male McAvery descendant has probably one of the sharpest faces you'll ever see. No, not necessarily sharp as in handsome or... for lack of a better word "dapper", but as in there isn't a speck of roudness in it. None. His countenance is purely composed of lines. Straight lines. Even his eyes, usually the roundest facial feature, are not very circular. Instead, they are very reminiscent of a hawk or an eagle, or some other intimidating bird of prey. And of course he's always used this to his advantage, usually even without realizing it. His bright and yet almost dull ocean-esque irises have that enviable piercing quality, and his scrutinizing can be quite intimidating - or dashingly roguish, depending on whether or not you are a girl who is into the whole bad boy thing. Often it seems that his face was made a little too wide for his features, and that all the pieces of his face were crammed a little too close together. Robbie has a very bold, sharp, jutting jawline, like both his brother and his own father, and where it meets the unusually straight sides of his face is the only place above his neck that pertains a bit to curveture, besides his eyes, of course.

THAT TOUSSELED HAIR ! Unlike his brother, Robbie's never been one to obsess over his hair. He's not like one of those Grease bad boy heroes. His attitude towards his locks has always been quite flippant. There's not much for him to do, is there? Besides get it cut whenever it starts to get too long and gross. And as a result, Robbie's hair is more turbulent than it would be even if he took excessively good care of it. Because it will be turbulent and tempestuous, no matter what. Nora Wallace came to that conclusion about twelve years ago after spending almost an hour attempting to make her middle child's hair presentable. Tears were threatening to form in her eyes. Robbie's hair is very thick and very dark chocolatey brown, but also very coarse, which isn't very admirable nowadays. His hair as always been sort of... blah; average, nothing very special about it except its superb dryness and it's tendancy to never lie exactly flat unless smothered in styling gel. And honestly, who the hell has the energy for that?

STURDY BOD ! Having never been the tallest person alive, nothing about Robbie's figure or body type was particularly remarkable until his teenage years. He was never a real beanpole. He was never fat. He was never lanky. He was never exceedingly short. Just really... normal except for the childish muscles hidden beneath his skin. Robbie had always been into sports due to the fact that if he didn't participate in regular strenuous physical activity, he'd wind up maiming anyone who got in his way when he was angry. Even at a young age, it seemed he was angry most of the time. At others, at school, at the world, at life in general. And running as hard as he could usually helped with that a little. His father got him into weight lifting as well, and it wasn't long into his teenage era that Robbie was quite... well, buff. Now that he's got lots of muscles in addition to his fairly short stature, he gives off a Gerald O'Hara type vibe. Short and sturdy. He's got one of those body building body's; broad shoulders, a short back, and somewhat barrel chest. The combined effect is quite interesting.

SUCH MARBLE SKIN ! The sun is not that strong in Edinburgh. Or so it would seem. In a place like California, where it's sunny all year round, you don't expect to see very many pale people wandering about. They've got access to some nice rays, why don't they take the opportunity to soak some of them up? Robbie will be on of the few very nearly pure white ones walking around Valkyrie, California. He's never been very concerned about his skin tone, which is very, very pale. He might just barely pass for albino, inheriting much of it from one of his grandfathers, were it not for his dark crop of coarse brown hair and blue eyes. Even then, his eyes are a very pale shade of blue. Of course, after he's been out and about for a while, he gains some color and he is capable of getting an okay tan if he spends an excessive amount of time out of doors, whic he does enjoy doing. Robbie's actually always had nice skin beyond that, however. It's got a nice creamy tone and texture to it, even if his muscles can sometimes hindrance that.

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character personality ,

personality:

TOUGH GUY ! Robbie, like so many other teenage boys, feels the need to be constantly quote unquote manly. But, unlike a majority of them, he actually possesses a lot of the traits most people associate with manlyness naturally. Well, sort of. Whether or not it's natural or it's just been forced into his subconcious and is covering up some other crap is debatable, but let's not go that far into that, kay? I will say, however, that Robbie usually tends to act on how he thinks he should, sometimes not how he necessarily would. Psychology. Funky, isn't it? However, Robbie's always been the one who's got a spine seemingly made out of iron. There are many things that 'get to him,' but there's very little that could actually shake him, or his exterior image of eternal macho endurance. One of Robbie's fondest memories, though he'd never admit he has 'fond memories,' was the day he was nine and fell out of the large tree in the Wallace's back yard and broke is right arm. He didn't shed a single tear. Instead, he bit his lip and bore it. And Walter Wallace said proudly, "You're tough stock, Bobbie." Oddly enough, there's a bit of depth to this. Most boys like to be 'tough' because they think it makes them men. This is partly true, but Robbie's always been aware of the fact that life won't ever get fair, so he might as well tell the unfairness 'scew you' by enduring it without complaint.

HOW AGGRESSIVE ! Everyone has heard and on some level, believes, the little phrase 'violence is never the answer'. Whether you believe it because of the reason whoever's telling you wants you to believe, or you have a sketchier motive, you get credit for having it in your brain, right? Robbie had grown up with some contradictive teachings. His mother preached on the importance of the absence of violence and his father often arriving home after midnight with a black eye after getting into a fist fight with some troublemaker at his favorite pub. Robbie most likely would've grown up as an aggressive person anyway, but his father being an aggressive person himself really did seal it. Robbie doesn't like to solve his problems with rationality or logic. He feels that a good slug is the best way to resolve something. He had always been on of the kids you feared on a sports field, as he never seemed to mind that he had to plow a few people over in order to get the ball to its designated spot, and didn't seem to consider himself above a nice, quick, secret shove to get the ball. Robbie gets pissed off quickly and take a wild guess at what happens when he's pissed off. He likes to punch things.

YOU DON'T NEED A BODYGUARD ! Once you've earned Robbie's good feelings, you're kinda stuck. Once he takes a shine to someone, he feels the need to make sure nothing bad happens to them. Though she doesn't know it, Robbie had been one of the main reason many guys stayed away from Meg, his baby sister.. They were scared shitless of her brother. These situations are some of the only ones in which he is not his usual slightly selfish self. He'll put himself last to keep the people he cares about from harm. If Robbie were a girl, he might just be the mother hen type. Fortunate for him he's not a girl or he might feel the need to shoot himself (due to the mother hen thing, of course). Part of this aspect of him ties into his need to feel like a big strong man. Big strong men are supposed to shoulder the hard stuff and keep their peeps safe, yes? It's true, at least, in Robbie's sense of reality, which, to be fair, may be a little warped. And, a bit unfortunately, Robbie often does not care if his affections are returned or not. His reputation gets slid behind his need to make sure the person he's likes doesn't go doing something stupid without him, and in general just wanting to be around them, though he definitely wouldn't go admitting that part. He's Robbie. He doesn't need anyone.

YOU STUBBORN ONE YOU ! Did you really honestly think that you would be reading a Wallace application and not come across the word 'stubborn' in large letters? Seriously? I hope not. Like his brother and sister, and most of his family, for that matter, Robbie is worse than a mule. And he's probably one of the worst among his family. It was quite hard on his mother, who was only a part of the family by marriage. Raising three obstinate children with the help of an obstinate husband was not easy. Once Robbie has made up his mind, he won't change it. If there were a big honking log in the middle of a river he was swimming in, he wouldn't try and swim around the log. He'd try and go right through it. He doesn't necessarily believe that he'll actually be able to do it, he just likes to try. Many have predicted that this will lead to his demise, as Robbie likes to do some crazy shit just for the hell of it and people attempting to talk him out of something only gives him more incentive. He's just annoying like that. Robbie has always seen life as one big game. One big, very cruel game. And so he lives it like it's a game. If he winds up dead because of his stupid mulishness, his reaction would be something along the lines of a shrug - were it possible of course. He wouldn't be resentful, he'd just feel that he'd had a good run and that if he hadn't died then, he would have definitely died later.

YOU GOT YOUR PRIDE ! Robbie Wallace has always been an independent person. He has long anticipated the day he can finally say that he does not depend on anyone for anything, and he's definitely not going make it harder by depending on anyone now more than he has to. Unless he was in some seriously deep shit, he won't accept help from anyone else, except maybe if it's unneeded or fake help he thinks will help him pick up a girl he's fixating on. He doesn't mean it in those situations. Robbie's idea of an ideal being is to be completely on your own; not needing anyone for any kind of support, be it emotional, physical, or mental. Any kind of support you can think of. It's an ultimate testiment of strength to him. Neither does he like the feeling of people relying heavily on him, unless of course they've wormed their way into his inner circle. He despises having to commit himself to any idea or purpose or event that he did not come up with or at least approves of. And even if he's scarily stalker-ishly protective of the people he feels real affections for; it's not because he wants to. It's because he feels obligated to. If not him, who? He just doesn't want to leave it up to chance. Plus, if they're going to be getting into trouble, he'll want in on it, too.

likes:
× weed × drawing × black × graphic tees × rock music × his hair × his sister × feeling tough × fighting × steak × patato salad × jelly beans × cigarettes × whiskey × sex × motorcycles × weight lifting × feeling brave × feeling strong × staying outside all day × scrambled eggs × bacon × driving × classic cars × jeans × running × adrenaline ×
dislikes:
× rap music × pop music × diet soda × losing fights × getting black eyes × nancy boys × ballroom dancing × getting sick × his glasses × wearing his glasses × getting lectured by his brother × large amounts of responsibility × large amounts of committment × prim and proper people × scaredy cats × feminists × anything of or pertaining to wussyness ×
flaws:
× violent
× stubborn little jackass
× supresses all the wrong emotions
× uber commitment problems
× irresponsible most of the time
habits:
× smoking
× weed
× punching things
× chewing his lip
strengths:
× persistance
× drawing
× sports
× good liar
weaknesses:
× beer
× whiskey
× very commitment shy
× his sister
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character history ,

originated from: Edinburgh
parents: Nora and Walter Wallace
siblings:
Collin Wallce, 21, brother
Meghan Wallace, 15, sister
other: Andromeda Wallace, 17, cousin
living situation: shaks
history:

BIRTH * It was a squalling day in August. It was the coldest day the month had ever seen. Sheets of rain were pelting the ground like nobody's business. Thunder was booming. This was the day Nora Wallace's pained shrieks filled one of Edinburgh's local hospitals for the second time in the course of her in twenty three years. Lying there in excruciating pain, she couldn't help but wish she had listened to her parents and stayed far away from Walter Wallace. If she had, she would have a college degree and an important job with her own cushy abode, earning paychecks. Instead, she was here, helpless in a hospital bed, in agonizing pain, about to give birth to another mouth to feed. This was the weather and the thoughts running through his mother's head on the day Robert Henry Wallace entered the world.

Of course as they handed Nora Wallace her brand new baby boy, her negative thoughts were quelled, though fianancial security would've been quite nice. Robbie already had a thick mat of dark brown hair and proved that he possessed a very nice set of lungs very early on. He bellowed loudly and seemingly constantly for what seemed like most of his babyhood.

CHILDHOOD * Robbie was a weird child; that's something that can be said without a doubt. He was always picking fights with his brother Collin for natural reasons - Collin's academic performance, his constant air of superiority - and when Collin usually didn't take the bait, Robbie got pissed. So he'd pick fights with some of his other peers. His little sister Meg and a few of his closest friends were the only ones exempt from the people Robbie often bothered. Hardly a day went by that he didn't come home from school with an angry note from one of his teachers, written hastily in livid red ink, informing his parents that their son had gotten into another fight or had committed some other transgression. Luckily, school sponsored sports soon came into the equation. On the playground during recess, Robbie always tried to join in on the game of football or tag, but was always rejected. Why? Because many of the kids were scared right out of their pants of him. But they couldn't do anything about him joining team sports the school provided. Robbie just had to make sure he didn't shove, kick, or push anyone. While people were watching him.

Even if he was still in that childhood period, Robbie was growing continually restless. Everything was just so boring. He wanted excitement and adventure. He couldn't content himself with the stuff he saw on television. And there was no way in hell that he would settle for imaginary crap. So he tried to find some. He'd take to wandering about the back yard for hours at a time, climbing up the big maple tree, looking for something, anything, that would give him a thrill. He'd beg his parents to take him out to walk around the city or go on a shopping trip, so that he could try to wander away from the group and find some excitement. Of course, since Nora Wallace had they eyes of a hawk when it came to the safety of her children, Robbie was never able to get very far. He was always an angry kid, but now that steadily increasing restlessness was getting factoring in, he was growing to be almost unmanageable. He discovered weed at year twelve and cigarettes not long after.

TEENAGES * He had been waiting impatiently for his teen years for most of his life, which really isn't that unusual for some kids. But Robbie wasn't anticipating the increased trust or maturity. He was anticipating the point at which he'd actually be able to do something exciting, something to give him a rush and adrenaline, something a little more real. He went looking for trouble. And despite his reputation as a big meanie, he was one of the first kids to be getting 'girlfriends' and to start 'dating' (originally at eleven), even if those are very loose terms, especially at that age, and didn't apply much to what these girls actually were to him. He hung around with them and kissed as a pastime. These little relationships never lasted very long, and soon grew boring. And Robbie started growing restless - a talent of his - and started wanting something more. Some of you might know that Collin Wallace accidentally, drunkenly lost his virginity at age fourteen. Robbie did, too, but more willingly and soberly, with a pretty black haired girl named Saoirse, only about three days after his fourteenth birthday.

Soon after this, Robbie started getting involved with questionable company. They were kids who liked to hang out on the street corners and talk to pass the time. They kept extra cans of spray paint in the pockets of their sweatshirts and backpacks should the right moment ever arise. They had fun. To lots of the adults, the kids seemed fairly harmless. A little annoying, but no capable of causing much damage. When authority figures, the kids planned their next escapades; the least menacing of which would be leaving some graffiti on random, crumbling walls or stealing provisions from some of the smaller, locally owned grocery stores on the outskirts of the city. Robbie loved it. As time progressed, the group shifted. People were added and extracted and some started hanging around a different street corner. Along with these changes came some more dangerous ideas. Joy riding, breaking into some of the more mainstream stores to steal, and selling some spare pot. And Robbie loved it even more. The rushes of adrenaline were intoxicating. The risk was irresistable.

Then came one fateful evening that delivered something that felt like the equivalent of getting slugged right in the gut. Robbie wandered out into the small Wallace yard, looking for his younger sister. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked into immobilization at what scene met his eyes from beneath the large, gentle tree that was an eternal fixture in the back lawn of the property. His darling baby sister sat with that violently red haired wench, smoking. Smoking pot. Shock rapidly gave way to fury and, to say the least, he blew a gasket. By the end of his fit, even headstrong little Meg was too meek and subdued to argue. He booted Fiona off the property and made his sister swear she'd never touch weed again. She agreed quietly and slunk as slinkly as possible whilst high back into the house. Even Robbie himself wasn't sure how he was able to bellow at his younger sister about something he practiced regularly.

Another gut punch came along nearly a year later. Meg's boyfriend died and she got it into her head that she wanted to leave Scotland and flounce off to America. Robbie was alarmed but dismissed it. There was no way in hell his parents would ever, in a million years, tolerate that. But then, suddenly, she was gone. And from what he heard she had taken Collin with them. Robbie was pissed. Majorly. But it seemed that all there was for him to do was sulk and throw more energy into criminal activity and sports, feeling utterly. The notice that the lover and father of the child of an aunt he had never met came in the mail not very long afterward. And following quickly behind it was the arrival of a cousin he had hardly even known existed named Andromeda. He found that he had found someone with whom he could at least share his love of whiskey with.

And just a month ago, it happened. He met her. A girl with a pretty face and a desirable body. Tora. Who was he to resist? They had a fairly open ended relationship that lasted only about three weeks, but it was enough. About four weeks later, Robbie was sitting on the bottom step leading up to the Wallace house's threshold, puffing pensively on a cigarette when who should come walking up the street but his ex girlfriend - if you could call it that -, Tora. She only had one thing to say. That she was pregnant with his kid. And, of course, Robbie was scared positively shitless. What was he supposed to do? Tora couldn't afford an abortion. Evidently he was going to be a father. A fucking father. He couldn't handle that. It'd be a freezing day in hell when he would be seventeen and able to handle the very idea of even being a father. He had no idea as to what he was supposed to do. And then, it hit him. He'd go to America. To be with Collin and Meg. It was supposed to be a bit simpler than it was. He was going to tell his parents that he was going to please go to America and live with his departed siblings. He knew that his parents would realize it was pointless arguing with him, as it had been with Meg, and just let him go. But Andromeda wanted to come, as well. Sor the argument was harder. But he and his cousin won it. And were sent off into the western hemisphere.

PRESENTLY * Robbie has just arrived in Valkyrie, California with his cousin Andromeda. He's off to live with the sister he hasn't seen in a couple of months and the brother he hasn't seen in nearly two years, carting a little Greek slut. He's determined to have himself some fun and a few adrenaline rushes and completely forget about what he left behind in Scotland. Good luck, Robbie.

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