Born in the Patchwork City, Robin was of dubious origins. His father, a passing solider, and his mother a colorful tart in their port town of Ryo. Rob was sent as a boy to be a Royal Messenger in the capital. At the age of 13, he was dismissed from this service for sneaking into General Khan’s bedchambers for a friend. Rob then turned to a life of crime. You see in the capital city of Haru, there were many products that needed to move quickly and without notice of the city guards. Small packages that needed to exchange exchange hands, letters that needed to be burned upon reading, and occasionally diversions set to make eyes slip in other directions. What Rob did wasn't per say legal, but it kept his belly fed at night. With dreams of knighthood long behind him, he now had different ambitions. And when one's role models were notorious thieves, who's to say which way the dice will turn?
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Know the rules so you can break them properly.
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Male
Nineteen Yrs
Straight
Single
Courier
The Crown
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Post by Robin Harte on Feb 26, 2018 19:18:17 GMT
❝Now You Do What They Told Ya❞
His current boss was a greasy man by the man of Urijah. He had a hook nose and bushy eyebrows. The man would slit a babe in their sleep for a copper. Thankfully, he was just the holder of jobs and nothing more. Urijah would get wind of who needed what and what things needed to go where and would dish out gigs depending on who he liked best. Low risk and more crown were the ideals that went to his favorites. Robin was not his favorite, hence why Rob was sulking through the palace. The real masterminds were the thieves themselves. They had a few guilds through the city. Some masking as other business while others were more hidden away. Rob knew most of them and knew he was on his way towards climbing the ladder to a better life, filled with action and gold. All he had to do was keep his nose down and wait for a bid.
Half way through cursing Urijah, Rob heard footsteps coming towards him. Realizing he had no where to hid on such short notice, he turned towards the painting on his right, scratching his chin and looking to be in deep thought.
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A poor mer boy who has managed to become one of the most popular entertainers in Sumi. He currently resides primarily in Sumi but, because of his job, he travels pretty often and can frequently be found in the capital.
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Male
22 Yrs
Bisexual
Married
Entertainer
Sumi/none
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Jay
May 29, 2018 10:15:20 GMT
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Post by Aoi Mizushima on Mar 3, 2018 10:18:53 GMT
"Even if you're far away, I can feel you"
“Perhaps I’ll bring Takumi with me, one day, so that you can meet him yourself.” Aoi said, fighting to keep a fond smile of his face as Akira unleashed yet another barrage of questions about his time at home. “That way the two of you can stop asking me about each other and I can finally get some peace. Honestly! I go home and all Takumi and my sisters want to know about is what I did with you and then I come here and all you want to talk about is what Takumi would think of this and that and what I did with my sisters this time round. I’m beginning to feel more like a messenger than a friend! Especially when you use me to pass on messages about the proper care of anchovies.”
For all his light-hearted complaining, though, Aoi couldn’t really blame Akira for his questions. The poor boy was stuck in this hellish castle day after day, trapped within earthen walls and kept away from the sea which called to every fibre of his being, surrounded on every side by the malicious whispers of plots and intrigue. Was it any wonder that the he longed for news of the outside world? That he thirsted for tales of his people, no matter how trivial? That he loved to meet Aoi when the salty smell of the ocean was still stuck to his skin and his hair and his clothes and his memories of the sea were still fresh in his mind?
No.
For the hapless mer boy who lived in a strange limbo where he was not quite a land dweller, not quite mer, not quite a not quite servant, not quite anything else, Aoi was his only link to the outside world and Aoi was loath to deprive him of it.
“I’m sure Takumi would love to meet you anyway, if only so he can meet the person I spend all my time with while I’m in the capital….” Aoi lowered his voice then, leaning in towards his friend and grinned flirtatiously. “Just between you and me, I think he’s getting a little jealous of you, dear.”
And with a final laugh, he darted ahead into what he though was an empty corridor.
Apologies for how long it took me to get this up! And sorry for the slight godmod at the start, Song Jae-ha, but I couldn't think of any other way to begin so I decided to take advantage of the fact I know you love me and will let me get away with it for the sake of the thread  template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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