GUIDELINES

General stuff: No god-modding. I’m not into ooc drama and I hate vague-blogging. I’m pretty friendly so drop me a message if you have any questions, want to plot, talk ooc, anything. I can sometimes come off aloof or disinterested but I don't mean to, please don't take it to heart.

Shipping:  Robin is highly flirtatious and prone to developing crushes and attachments, please don't ever feel like this is me forcing a ship on you, I promise I wouldn't do that. On the flipside, always, always feel free to approach me about a ship, I’m always open to exploring dynamics between characters. However, I want to make it clear that I do prefer to discuss ships before rping them, or at least developing them through threads. I won’t jump right into a ship without any development or discussion beforehand. 

Smut: This blog is smut-inclusive. I’m happy to RP smut with you if you’re open to it, and it works for our characters. Smut will be tagged #NSFW.

Triggers: This blog is NSFW & trigger heavy in nature, and I try to tag accordingly. NSFW, sexual content, substance abuse, mental illness, prostitution and sexual abuse are recurrent themes on this blog, if any of these are especially triggering to you I would advise not following. I tag #nsfw, #sexual abuse tw, #assault tw, #drugs tw, #blood tw and anything else I can think of. If you need anything specifically tagged please let me know. I would really appreciate if you could tag therapy, negativity, rape, & sexual abuse, although I fully understand if you forget, nobody can remember every trigger to tag.

Roleplay style: I RP in third person, in present or past tense. I’m fine if you roleplay in first person, and am generally pretty accepting of whatever style you write in. I do format my replies & use only icons, but I don’t mind if you don’t format or use icons/use gifs, etc. However, the one thing I am fairly pedantic about is grammar and punctuation. It just kills my muse to write if someone’s doesn't pay much attention to grammar and punctuation or if their writing style is just too incompatible with mine.  

Plotting: I can be a little cautious/shy with approaching people for plotting, never feel like I don't want to rp just because I haven't said anything. Hit me up if you ever want to plot and we'll see what we can figure out.

Following: I’m selective with who I follow. A good rules page and about page are pretty important to me when I’m deciding whether to follow. I only RP with mutuals, and if I follow you, there’s a good chance I’d like to RP with you.

Replies: I’m really fucking slow and really fucking sorry about that. I promise it doesn’t mean I’ve lost interest, I’m just slow. I don’t mind at all if you too are slow, I don’t mind if you drop a thread, you do you, okay? this is a hobby so don’t ever feel bad for doing you.

Memes: I love staring RPs from ask memes, so feel free to send me one (or plenty).

Verses: This is a multi-verse RP blog.  most threads and plots will take place independently from plots with other characters, unless I decide otherwise. I also have many verses on this blog, and love to rp in them, none of them are exclusive unless stated so. 

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GENERAL STATS

full name:  Robin Orlando Francis Rose Morello.

species:  human.

powers:  telepathy.

age/birthdate:  23 / May 25th.

gender:  trans-femme nonbinary.

preferred pronouns:  they/them or she/her.

orientation:  panromantic with a preference for masculine people / pansexual.

faith:  non-denominational christian.

drinks/smokes/drugs:  yes / socially / yes.

occupation:  sex worker, occasional thief & con artist, anything else that pays, ex-drug dealer. 

face claims:   Andreja Pejic. alt: Gerard Way.

personality:  talkative, highly emotional, hypervigilant, opinionated, energetic, guarded yet friendly, flirtatious, ever-changing, unstable, liar, bossy. 

likes:  RnB, alt rock, post-punk, brit pop, scarves, fashion statements, disney movies, existentialism, the colour pink, lace, classic plays, ribbon, short skirts, sweet things, bubble baths.

dislikes:  not having control, ignorance, impatience, pop punk, the dark, wearing dress shirts or suits, feeling dirty, being called ‘dude’, the colour yellow, black coffee.

RELATIONSHIPS

parents:  Maria & Arnold Morello, estranged.

siblings:  none.

PHYSICAL

eye color:  hazel.

hair:  naturally blonde, dyed bright pink-red, wavy, bra strap length.

height:  5′9″.

weight: 112lb.

tattoos: a minimalistic UFO tramp stamp.

piercings: both earlobes pierced, helix in the left ear, navel piercing.

notable physical traits:  bright hair, faded cigarette burn scar under right eye, self-harm scars on forearms, long legs, cross worn around neck constantly, expressive features, quite thin.

physical condition: Skinny to slender, quite weak.

MENTAL

mental condition:  Robin has BPD, causing them to have very unstable and unhealthy relationships/attachments, extreme mood swings, impulsivity and self destructive behaviours, among other things. They also have PTSD as a result of prolonged CSA, repeated instances of physical assault, sexual assault, and rape. From this Robin has issues with trust and control, exhibits hypersexuality, triggering nightmares and flashbacks,  intense panic attacks, memory problems, delusions and occasional hallucinations, hypervigilance, depersonalisation, and struggles with shifting blame around. Robin will not willingly talk about any of their trauma unless pressed to, and keeps the vast majority of their past secret from even their most trusted loved ones. Robin is highly susceptible to falling prey to abusive relationships and friendships, because they have very low self-worth and expect to be taken advantage of and hurt. 

They’re also a compulsive liar; most of their lies are to masking their true feelings, thoughts, health, etc. They don't want people to know the real them, they feel like they can control things easier if they hide it all, they also don't think people would stick around if they knew the real them. Robin hides their insecurities, vulnerability and pain behind false confidence that is mostly centred on their looks and sex appeal, as Robin believes that's all they have going for them. Robin also has an eating disorder, their issues with control extending largely to their appearance and their eating habits. They've never seen a mental health professional and are often deliberately ignorant to their mental illnesses.

telepathy:  Robin has very little grasp of their power. They’ll answer other’s thoughts like they were spoken aloud, and prod and pry when an interesting image or thought comes across the connection. They still can’t control what they see or hear, and sometimes it’s hard for them to discern other’s thoughts from reality. Typically thoughts tied to strong emotions are easier to hear, especially anger, lust, and ecstatic happiness. Some people are easier to read than others.

phobias:  Not being in control, being accosted for lying, mild phobia of blood, mild phobia of sharp objects and being hurt, mild phobia of the dark.

HISTORY

[trigger warning: sexual abuse, drug abuse, mental illness, self harm, suicide attempt]

Robin was a good kid growing up, kind, complacent and smart, but they’ve always been a little weird. Their parents and teachers put it down as Robin just being very intuitive, but it was more than that. They could see and hear pieces of people’s thoughts, a picture here, a sentence there, and it had always been that way. Robin rarely spoke of the ability, ever the type to keep things to themself. 

Robin came from a devoutly Lutheran family, and faith is something they've never lost. Robin liked knowing there was a God out there protecting them, protecting their family. They attended mass every week, said grace before every meal, and followed every tradition, every belief.

Though Robin spent the first years of their life very sheltered, when they started school their paternal grandparents, who were very much involved in Robin's life, relocated to a retirement home further away, and their parents both returned to full time work. Robin became accustomed to having a babysitter watch them almost every day. When Robin was eleven, their neighbour volunteered to watch them instead. He was a seemingly kind widower by the name of Mr. Stevenson who lived beside the Morellos for years, he went to the same church and was always very friendly. He'd recently retired, and with plenty of extra time on his hands, was only too happy to watch Robin.  

But Robin found out fairly quickly that appearances can be very deceiving. It wasn't long before Robin realized that he was unlike any other babysitter they'd ever had, that his intentions were not to do a kind favor for his neighbors. For almost a year Robin was repeatedly molested by the man who once seemed kind and mild-mannered, On a near-daily basis Robin suffered at his hands, and were constantly assured that if they said anything they would suffer more, that their parents wouldn't love them anymore. So Robin suffered in silence, hoping and praying that someone would rescue them. And no one did. No one seemed to notice anything.

And Robin’s demeanour started to change, before long. Their parents noticed, their teachers noticed, but no one could figure out why they were changing. They weren’t so sweet and happy anymore, they were moodier, sullen, angrier. Their grades were tanking, they couldn't and wouldn't focus on anything. They lost interest in things they used to love, they lost their spark. Robin was like this for months upon months, and things just got worse as nothing was done.

One day at school, Robin hit another child who made fun of them. It was harmless fun, but Robin was fed up, they lashed out, and almost broke the kid’s nose. The school called their parents to come pick them up, but neither could get out of work, so they called the next contact. Their neighbor and babysitter, Mr. Stevenson. Robin didn’t want to go, of course, but they didn’t have a choice. They never had a choice. 

Neither Robin nor Mr. Stevenson expected Arnold Morello to come home early, though. He was worried about his little boy, the fight was the icing on the cake of months of off behaviour. Robin’s father was worried his boy was getting bullied at school or couldn’t cope with their classes, something had to be going on. The Robin he knew would never get into a fight, and so he begged off work to come home and talk to them, get to the bottom of this. What he walked in on when he got home, sent his whole world crashing and burning. 

Mr. Stevenson fled before the sun set that evening, bloodied and bruised and terrified of having police called on him. And they were never called. It was shame that kept Arnold from calling the police, shame and fear of what had happened to his only child. Robin refused to talk for a week, kept a stony face when they knew their mother was crying in the other room, pretended not to notice that their father wouldn't look at them properly. They were used to handling pain by now, they could handle this too. Their parents never brought it up to them once, though they were waiting for it to happen. Instead, they seemed to want to pretend it hadn't happened. Robin’s family moved out of state within the month, too, a fresh start, hoping it would help Robin forget and move on, but nothing was ever going be the same again. The Robin that existed before the recurrent abuse had been killed, along with their innocence. 

For a long time, when their father looked at them, Robin would be forced to see what their father saw that day, his thoughts projected so loudly that they couldn’t ignore it. It was always heavily underlined with guilt and heartbreak and it haunted Robin. As if they didn’t have a hard enough time living with the memories, they had to suffer through seeing it through their father’s eyes, too.

Their parents hoped they’d forget about their trauma when they moved away, they thought it would be best for Robin to forget. So they wouldn’t talk about it. They never FUCKING talked about it. Robin knew they hadn’t forgotten, because they heard them thinking about it, so why wouldn’t they just talk about it? Why did they just ignore it? This heavy secret was festering away inside Robin and they needed it OUT. But whatever they did, their parents wouldn’t listen. Robin started to get angry, frustrated, lashing out because they couldn’t deal with what happened to them on their own. They couldn't handle it.  

As Robin transitioned into a teenager, their life was fraught with nightmares, intense fear, confusion, anger, frustration, and the digging of a deep, ragged hole in their soul that would never be fixed. They developed a great distrust for their parents, their teachers, almost anyone who had any measure of authority over them. They were quickly taken underwing by older teens who were the very definition of bad influences, who introduced them to terrible habits, manipulated them, used them, and set them on a bad path they’d never come off. 

Robin rebelled anyway they could, and sought attention anywhere they could find it. They often found it in older men, who used them for sex because they were oh-so-willing, because they would do anything to be shown a shred of affection. Robin didn't seem to notice that none of them really cared for them. But broken heart after broken heart, Robin started to learn just how much they were really worth. ( n o t h i n g. )

They directed the majority of anger at their parents, blamed them for everything, but they also took much of their frustration out on themself. Robin drank and took drugs to excess, cut up their arms over and over and tried to bleed out once. Their parents took them to hospital that time, but when they didn't seem to care afterwards, it was the final straw for Robin.

A few months later, at just sixteen and with a group of friends, they left town for good. They were angry, they hated their parents, and they needed to go. Anywhere but their home.

As if things weren't complicated enough, as Robin got older they struggled with confusion over their gender, they had absolutely no clue what was going on, and they never had. But it became another source of rebellion, where authorities had been telling them all their life to accept that they were a boy, Robin now fought it. They stopped cutting their hair short, started wearing what they wanted, doing what they wanted, but it took years to have it all figured out. Took years to work up the courage to present how they wanted to. Robin came out as as trans girl at the tail-end of fifteen, right around when they moved out. eventually, when even that didn't feel quite right, Robin would discover that thy didn't fit either rigid box of 'male' or 'female' and stopped trying to fit them.

Robin soon began to drift, finding they could sell their body for more than just the attention. Whoring became their way of life, and for years most of it went into sustaining a nasty coke habit. Robin tried to overdose at seventeen, a second suicide attempt, the failure of which Robin counted as a curse, not a blessing. Along the road Robin fell into abusive relationship after abusive relationship, letting people use them and treating other people badly at the same time. Each time someone hurt Robin, whether it was a boyfriend or a client or a complete stranger, Robin lost a little piece of their hope, a little piece of their will to live. They lost their anger, too, because they lost everything. Robin fell into a major depression, to their lowest point ever. They hit rock bottom, and for a long time, they just didn't want to get back up.

It was Christmas time, when Robin was twenty, that Robin finally got a piece of hope back. It wasn't even anything in particular, but the Christmas time has always been a hopeful time for them, a time to find joy in small things. Robin believes it was the Lord giving them a hand, reminding them that there was something out there to hope for. Little by little, Robin started to get some life back, started trying to be a better person, to themself and to others. And it hasn't been easy, and they're far from there yet, but they're trying. For once, Robin really wants something better for themself, and they're trying as hard as they can to hold onto that.

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