Robin Lowe

Robin observa la foule, comme il le fit si souvent, et s'inclina.
Ils étaient tous les mêmes, tous les ans. Chacun savait que l'enfant était dans l'attente de la direction et chaque âme qui rentrait s'embrasait jusqu'à ses postes, prêt pour une autre année de l'Enfer. C'était un plaisir passé le temps, regarder des visages confus ou apathiques se déplacer, surtout quand son collier a été frappé dedans et il a été incapable d'accueillir quelqu'un ou dessiner quoi que ce soit sans être flou et enflammé comme une sorte d'acte indécent à la télévision. Ses yeux s'écoulèrent sur des visages familiers et peu familiers alors qu'il s'écroulait du papier dans le poing et se pressait le dos contre un arbre rugueux, se sentant écrasé par les attelles qui traversaient son uniforme. Il se blottit de nouveau, la langue s'évanouissait pour mouiller les lèvres alors qu'il regardait mal un certain rassemblement d'enfants.
Ils étaient tous nouveaux, il pouvait le dire par la courbe curieuse de leur front et le déplacement de leurs mains. L'un d'eux regardait son âge, seize ans, et elle pliait les mains encore et encore comme si elle essayait de déclencher un feu sans rien pour l'attraper. Elle a dit quelque chose tranquillement au garçon sur sa gauche (?un frère?) et le garçon soupira et se retourna vers la porte. Son regard était perdu de vue. Comme c'est beau. Robin a suivi son regard pendant un moment, puis est revenu à fixer.
Un autre jeu qu'il aimait jouer était "Guess the Freak", et il a été mieux fait au début de l'année, où de nouvelles viandes sont restées étrangères et inconnues dans l'œil de son esprit. La fille et le garçon semblaient douloureusement moyens (et liés. Robin a remarqué leurs nez communs et les cheveux pâles), mais les colliers autour de leur cou ont signifié leur besoin de punition. Robin a touché son propre col et a brouillé un jurement vif bizarre. Un bip dur émis juste à temps pour annuler le gaspillage hideux de vocabulaire, et Robin a gagné en voyant quelques yeux tourner son chemin, curieux et nouveau. Il retourna son regard vers les deux frères et sœurs possibles, ignora les murmures et les regards, et regarda. Il regarda et regarda jusqu'à ce que la fille fasse quelque chose de remarquable. Elle a couru son doigt le long de l'intérieur du choker. Quelque chose a explosé. Son esprit a crié à la foudre! Et, tout comme elle a essayé ce qu'elle voulait faire, un choc minimal d'électricité a éclaté de son col. Elle se redressa et tira son doigt, babillant brusquement et rapidement vers son frère. Et son frère, confus, a mis une main à son propre col et a glissé.
Ils ont découvert une retenue. Robin a découvert une nouvelle fille à éviter.
Il finit par se lasser de la vue et soupira, les yeux se tournant vers le bas pour regarder indifféremment le flou, gribouille-image de ce qui aurait été un serpent à l'aspect rad si ce n'était pour sa propre retenue. Le flou était impossible à voir à travers. Stupide, stupide école. Robin a laissé sa tête retomber fort contre l'éparpillement. Et, aux yeux étroits, il se demandait où se cachaient les quelques enfants qu'il connaissait bien.
Name:
Robin Lowe
Age:
Sixteen
Height; Weight:
5'5"; 149lbs
Stripes:
Ten
Reason for Admission:
- Flooded the boy's bathroom with ink and doodles... Three separate times.
- Sent little, scary drawings into the girl's locker room on multiple occasions.
- Started one too many scarps in the school yard (that smile of his started wars, one of the teachers had said).
Years Admitted:
Four

Special Abilities:
Art Manipulation
Physical Strength:
Hideously weak. No, seriously, Robin bruises easier then a peach and sometimes has trouble even opening a door. He isn't unhealthy in the slightest, in fact he's quite harsh on himself when it comes to eating right and exercising, but in the end he just finds himself with lack luster muscles and an inability to change this fact about himself. He's quick but not extremely so, and seems to have two left feet. Overall rating: 3/10
Mental Strength:
What Robin lacks in physicality he makes up for in smarts. Brute strength is replaced with brute honesty, wailing fists pushed aside for startling, harsh commentary. He is a little spitfire, a smiling manic with a mouth he obviously keeps unfiltered to rile people up. Robin has the eyes of an artist (albeit, a bad artist) and he uses his observant nature to point out various flaws and insecurities of people, places, or things. His bad mouth has often gotten him into trouble, and his excuse for all the horrid yet intellectually accurate words he spews is normally "I don't like lying to people's faces, ya know?" Due to his mental-oriented nature, he is relatively well off in the ways of mental fortitude. Overall rating: 9/10
Weaknesses:
Drawing: Yes, an art manipulator with the inability to draw (draw well at least). Even if Robin is aware of his sucky art he never lets on. Sometimes he'll draw a scribble and look proud, but in the end it's just a scribble that will eventually leap off the page to wreak havoc and nothing more.
Fighting: Robin likes to stay on the analytical side of things and often lets his drawings do the dirty work for him. He bruises easy and isn't a fan of violence in general, even if his words say otherwise.
Observant People: People who can see through his smiley facade scare him, greatly.
Water: Like, really. Water gets all his papers soaked and all the colors bleed together to make an even bigger mess than before. It's a real mess when Robin and water collide.
Women: Gynophobia, the fear of women in a social and physical sense. Spurred from Robin's awful mother, he often has trouble talking to and approaching women in public, and will at times scurry away in an effort not to see any at all.
Restrained?:
Yes
Details:
Robin's restriction is literally censorship. Yep, when his words or drawings get too out of control, his collar puts into act a various amount of bleeps or blurs to ensure that Robin can no longer speak out with his horrid words or draw anything too big and deadly-looking. 

Background Info:
Robin liked drawing. Ever since he was young he made hideous attempts at art and showed it off like masterpieces. The first time his power came into action he was five and he had just drawn a huge bunny-cat combo. It leapt off the page with vigor and trotted across his room savagely, spurred by the boy's imagination alone. Robin had to squash it with a book to get it to vanish. He drew more creatures after that and honed his powers. His mother called him a freak. His father called him a genius. Robin called himself "an artist".
Robin didn't like his mother. She was the opposite of a war; she was boring and chilling and lazy. Her voice gave Robin nightmares and he eventually grew a fear of all women because she was either overbearing or nothing at all.
He went to public school and did well in most classes, besides gym. He always got caught trying to sneak out in gym. The extra punishment laps never helped him like the class any better.
Robin hung around as the head of a small school gang once. They enjoyed his plots and followed his word like monkeys. He liked them. They ended up not liking him after a certain smile and harsh set of language and devised to bully him one day in the boy's restroom. That was the first instance of ink and doodles running rampant. The entire first floor men's restroom was coated with ink stains for the rest of the year. Robin looked pleased rather then apologetic.
This accident happened many more times after that.
The second time it happened Robin was skipping class. The third time was Robin getting some relief from his boredom. The fourth incident happened when one of the taller girls got too close and scared the hell outta him. The last incident happened when he sent a few naughty scribbles out to rile up some upperclassmen. He was locked sent away for good after that.
Interests:
Mischief: Robin's one true love. His words are normally meant to stir the waters in an effort to spawn some issues or playful problems. Of course, they're also the reason he often ends up with black eyes and bloody noses.
Drawing: Even if he's god awful at it, drawing still helps Robin unwind and his creations are helpful, even if they're a bit harder to control.
People Watching: "It's not perverse, it's just a hobby!" Robin enjoys looking out for peoples weak spots, and people watching is just how he does so.
Graffiti: Though Robin is god awful at sketching and painting, he is surprisingly adept at graffiti, and when given the time and place and items he'll gladly put his tag up (in record time to boot!)
Smiling: Robin's snarky grins have earned him a reputation of being a "fake ass". He'll smirk even when he's putting down another poor soul with his harsh words. Sometimes a more sadistic light can be caught shining between his teeth, but for all intents and purposes they're just regular, seedy smirks. And he loves making them, for some reason.
Cooking: Robin's a killer chef, and he adores making food as much as he enjoys eating it.
Other:
Estranged from his mother
Really likes animated movies
Really hates sweets