robynne MIFFLIN

[ROBYNNE MIFFLIN]

Robynne Mifflin

hollywood titan*

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»the basics

NAME:

Robynne Daphne Mifflin

NICK NAMES:

Robbie, Muffin

CLASS:

titan

REINCARNATE:

Phoebe, the titan of brightness

AGE:

seventeen

GRADE:

Junior in High School

ORIENTATION:

Straight

FACE CLAIM:

Evanna Lynch

»the image

EYE COLOR:

Blue

HAIR COLOR:

Blonde

HEIGHT:

5'5"

WEIGHT:

115

CLOTHING STYLE:

Robbie dresses a bit eccentrically, she just kind of throws a lot of layers on and leaves the house. Most of her outfits consist of a few colorful accessories, like necklaces or scarves, tights, skirts or jeans, a t-shirt or blouse, and a sweater or two. Most of the time her outfits look relatively pretty – well, not necessarily pretty, but they look good. Once in a while Robbie will put a lot of thought into an outfit, which usually means it ends up consisting of mostly yellow or white, while her normal outfits are generally very colorful.

»the story

FAMILY:

-Gary Mifflin (father)
-Gill Mifflin (mother)
-Sarah Mifflin (sister)

HOMETOWN:

Boston, MA

PERSONALITY:

---naive;;
- - -Because she's was never the smartest child, Robynne often didn't understand the danger of some things. She likes to believe in the good in people and the things they do, mostly because she just doesn't know about the bad. Because of her naivety, Robynne has become addicted to drugs, not realizing how bad they were when she first tried them. She has also met and befriended a few people that she would have done well never to meet, including a few delinquents.

---unintelligent;;
- - -Robynne has never done well in school. She stayed back in kindergarten because, even by the end of the year, she still had not learned her numbers or alphabet. She knew the colors though, and has always been a bit proud of that. Now, in her junior year, Robynne is in Geometry, which is a class mostly for freshman, but she doesn't really mind. It might benefit her to do a little better in the class though, well, really in all her classes, because she is nearly failing most of them.

---happy;;
- - -Robynne tries to be nice to everyone she meets. Nobody deserves to be made fun of or yelled at, so she doesn't do it. She tries to enjoy everything she does, mostly because a lot of the things she does are fun, at least to her. The funnest thing about school is seeing her friends, and that's basically what she does during class. She doesn't really take notes, doesn't answer questions, she basically just talks to her friends or daydreams.

PAST:

Robbie was a surprise to her parents – they had only planned on having one child. They didn’t have the money or the experience to take care of two young children at the same time. Her parents were young, and not the most respected people in town. They were both smokers, and her father was an alcoholic. Robbie never really likes to talk about it, but her father had been arrested a few times for drunk driving – but, really, what alcoholic hasn’t!? She has one sister who was a few years older than her, with whom she got along quite well. Her parent’s never purposefully neglected her and her sister, and they did try to take care of them the right way, but just not hard enough. All Robbie’s parents tried to do was to make her and her sister happy – they didn’t really use discipline. Robbie loved her parents and sister, and she tried not to take advantage of their lack of involvement in her life… but sometimes, she just couldn’t help it.

Despite some people’s opinions on what a neglected child should feel like, Robbie had always been happy, and tried her best to stay out of trouble, but sometimes it just didn’t work out that way. She loved being adventurous and was always pushing boundaries – not that there were many at home. She wandered around the city often as a child, and liked to make new friends. She was very talkative, and would start conversations with anyone – the hot dog vendor, a passing business man, that guy living in a cardboard box on the street corner…

Robbie was a bit naïve, and liked to believe in the good in people. It didn’t really occur to her that some of the things she tried could ever hurt her, or be dangerous in any way. In her mind, things like that only happened to people in the stories. Now, just because she was naïve doesn’t mean that she was innocent. Robbie has done many things that are… looked down upon. She isn’t rebellious out of spite or anger – she was always very happy with her life – she just liked adventure and saw no danger in trying new things.

When Robbie was eleven years old, she moved from Boston to Canaan, a rural town in Connecticut. Compared to the surrounding towns, this place was a drug-addicted, fast-food-filled dump. People looked down upon everyone in her town and tended not to respect them because of the town’s reputation. This bothered Robbie a bit, but it’s not like she really cared much about what other people thought. In Canaan, she made friends with many people – nerds, band-geeks, athletes, popular kids, druggies… She kind of fit in with all of them. Robbie always stayed true to her personality – bubbly and kind, but she was very impressionable. Some of her friends pushed her to try alcohol and drugs, and, not wanting to be rude, she of course accepted their offers. She didn’t really think she would get addicted or anything like that after just a few times, and she didn’t mean to take advantage of what was already in her home, but what could she do? It just felt so good, and it didn’t really affect her how all the teachers said it would…

In the summer after Robbie’s eighth grade year, her father was in a drunk driving accident, in which he had been the drunk driver. He was burned badly and had several broken bones, including a fracture in his skull. After a few days in the hospital, Gary Mifflin died of internal bleeding. Robbie thought deeply about his death for a few days, trying to remember if there was anything she regretted not saying to him. There wasn’t really anything major that she could think of. She did miss her dad, but it wasn’t like they were very close or anything. He had always been more of her provider than a father. She got over it after a few days, back to her happy, exciting self. She needed to be strong for her mother and sister. Her mother was very broken up about her father’s death, and had turned to heavy alcohol and drugs to try to solve her problem.

Robbie’s mother, Gill, struggled with depression for a while, which interfered with her job as a secretary at the local bank. Her boss fired her, saying she needed to start a new part in her life. Her mother packed everything up in the family’s run-down minivan and told the kids to get in the car. They left Canaan and drove across the country to Hollywood, California, where they set up shop in a rusty old apartment. Her mother hoped to get a new, decent paying job in the secretary business, and Robbie didn’t mind the new city – she had never been extremely close to any of her friends in Canaan anyway.

PRESENT:

After living for a few years in California, Robynne’s mother found a mediocre job as a secretary, although she still relied on alcohol to keep her happy when she was alone. Robbie continued with her drugs, unfortunately, but most people who met her didn’t realize that she was addicted. She had never really fit the whole ‘stoner’ type. A junior at HHS, Robbie has accumulated many friends from all different cliques over the years. She is so happy all the time and so talkative that people like being around her. She is always kind to everyone she talks to, and genuinely likes them all.

In school, Robbie is big into the arts. She is in band, jazz band, choir, and drama club. Robbie plays the oboe, and, of course, sings. She has always used one of the school oboes, because she doesn’t want her mother to have to pay for anything extra. And although she is very bubbly and funny, she is definitely not the sharpest needle in the box. She does fine in English and History, but Robbie is in a math class consisting mostly of freshman – she doesn’t mind it though, some of her best friends are in that class. When Robbie walks into a room, she usually makes quite an entrance – but she never means to attract attention to herself, it just happens like that. What with her bright clothing and messy hair, one cannot keep their eyes away from her as she bounces through the doorway, always alacritous and excited for another day at school.

»the extra

LIKES:

-Sunny days
-Daytime in general
-Music
-Summer
-People
-Marijuana

DISLIKES:

-Mean people
-Nighttime
-Clouds
-Staying up late
-Being sick
-People who judge others

OTHER INFO:

Robbie likes to talk, so she does it a lot. Sometimes people get annoyed with her, but most of the time they just laugh at what she says, because most of the things that come out of her mouth are witty. Not in the intelligent sense of the word, just witty as in funny. And when she says something that's not witty, well... it is most likely something so blatantly untrue or stupid that it sounds funny anyway. It is rare that Robbie has a deep, serious conversation with someone, because she likes to laugh and have fun, and, well, you can't do that when you're talking about death, can you!?

»the writer

NAME:

Patricia

AGE:

Fifteen

GENDER:

Female

RP EXPERIENCE:

several months

HOW YOU FOUND STS:

OUAC

RP SAMPLE:

Neta’s head snapped up when she heard Xerxes speak. He didn’t even acknowledge the awkward moment of before, when she had spontaneously hugged him. She was glad; it seemed like she had been being a bit overemotional. But it was disconcerting, hearing him talk. She had almost imagined that he would never speak, that they would forever communicate through the scrawl of a pen on paper. It felt a bit unnatural, now that he could speak too. She felt less at ease. Before she had almost felt as if they had something in common; she had never been able to communicate well with other people herself. She tried not to be disappointed – she should be happy for him that he was talking again, right? A bit downhearted, she tried to smile again. He was still the same person; it wasn’t as if he had changed his manner of thinking now that he could talk.

She thought back to what he had said. “You want to be real. You wish your friends could see the real colors, right?” She could almost laugh; he was assuming she actually had friends. It was kind of him, really, but she was reluctant to admit that nobody she knew was really, well… a friend, per se. Sure, she had acquaintances, she knew people, but she could never talk to them seriously.

“Well, I don’t really… have friends.” God, that sounded so pathetic. She chuckled, not because it was funny, but she just felt like she should let him know that she realized how stupid she sounded. “I mean, I just… yeah. I understand what you’re saying, though. I wish everyone would just realize that all those things that seem so important, they just… don’t matter. It’s like, whenever I try to talk to someone, they just manipulate the conversation so somehow the topic is related to how much they hate math, or how funny it is that some sophomore had never kissed a boy. It’s just… aggravating, you know? We need to think bigger, who even cares about silly little rumors and things like that?”

She had never said that to anyone before, never really expressed her feelings about the trivialities of teenagers. Now that she said it out loud, she realized that she was contradicting herself – well, her thoughts, really. She was ranting about the futility of worrying about things like appearances and rumors, yet she herself fretted about little things like that. She had spent so much of her high school career troubling over the impression she gave off, about how she could change her personality and appearance to make people accept her. But the pointlessness of it all was clear, now. Seeing Xerxes, seemingly confident in his crazy appearance, even though he hadn’t even been able to talk when she first met him, she was inspired. It was time to stop; Neta had always thought of herself as being above all the average high school frivolities, but now she was realizing that she had never been thinking out of the box, she had never really been any different from the rest of them. Even though how she acted on the outside and how she carried a conversation may have been different, her thoughts were the same. She was self-conscious and impressionable just like everyone else.

Blinking, she shook her head slightly. Wow. Things needed to change – it didn’t matter what other people thought, she had said it herself. Low self-esteem had been her burden to carry since the brink of her teenage years, but she needed to end that. She was finished with agonizing over what other people thought; that was their business, not hers. She needed to start over, to start doing what she wanted. No longer would her thoughts be filled with worries and aches about what other people thought of her, and this whole conversations had given her encouragement.

»the secret word

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