the thief [bxb & pafp] the tactician

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    [b]B     is a infamous outlaw, with a thousand aliases and crimes under his belt. He find Robin laying in the field, bleeding and unconscious. B was going to pickpocket Robin, but by a similar event in B's past and feeling generous, wakes up Robin and takes them to their hideaway, if not with a blindfold and loosing some profit in the process. Once there, Robin learns of the rag tag thieving group B has created (or in second command). Robin could either stay or leave after recovery.




    Robin decides to stay, as he doesn't remember much of his past before being found and has no where to go. Training initiates, and it shows Robin is a decent fighter. On the first thief session, B has to partner with Robin for the robbery. Once in, B follows Robin's plan with routes on what to gather first or to avoid. This turns to a decent profit and there's a team vote for Robin to be the lead planner for future missions.




    Time skip, the group has had rather successful missions. On one mission, Robin miscalculated, a member dies, and they have to leave the body behind and run with what they can. The group sees this split, some say it is not Robin's fault something went wrong, when others say it is as its his job to ensure nothing wrong happened.
    Robin is afraid of being kicked out of the group, and secludes himself from the group after the event and from B as well. B may either have conflicted views about the situation. None the less, he talks to Robin alone one night and on equal ground, as B has lost members before due to his own actions.




    B tries to reason with the others that believe Robin is to fault with the death of the fallen member. Some decide to quit and wander elsewhere, others begrudgingly stay. B stresses over the conflict, and Robin finds him in the middle of one hard thought, originally wanting to talk about the next robbery. May not be successful in cheering B up but Robin tries.




    B and Robin's relationship stays on a standstill, partially professional, but Robin wants to learn more about B's past. On a moonlit hill, B opens up a bit more of his history.[/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=transparent;border: 20px solid #E8E8E8; border-left: 1px solid #E8E8E8; width: 150px; height: 291px; background-image: url(https://68.media.tumblr.com/4d…bx5eWjyd1ustfz5o1_400.jpg); background-size: 150%; background-position: center; margin-left: -4px;][/fancypost]

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    [b]B     rescues Robin from a robbery gone quickly wrong. Robin is fighting as best as he can, but with no escape route he cannot preserve for long. B runs in, injured from fending off others, and they both deal with their opponent. Robin helps keep B on his feet as they walk back to the hangout. Robin returns the favor later, after helping B run away from guards looking for them after an attempt to steal in the wrong city.


    There's a male (or female) member of the group that B seems to be more than friends with, though not outwardly. Robin and B have been getting closer together at this point and Robin, unsure why, seems to be envious of their relationship. B notices the mood with Robin and isn't sure as to what's causing it. B pushes for Robin to say, after all, they should trust each other on things like this in this point. Robin snaps with pressure after B puts him side when it comes unbearable. B looks in surprise when Robin vents it out. B later apologizes for pressuring Robin about it if he wasn't okay with sharing at first. Robin seems embarrassed after he realizes what the venting sounded like. B says that nothing has to happen til Robin says it's okay so. Other events could happen during this or at this part, which afterwards B confesses to Robin, and the two start a relationship.


    Members of the group notice how close B and Robin have been getting. This could be before or after they start a relationship together or heading there, so the group try to pair them together through false gifts, plans, ect. It ends after B and Robin ask them to stop, as they already figured it out. ●OR● The group is completely oblivious, once again split if their closeness was anything serious or if friendship. It doesn't cause separation, but a lot of guessing. If B and Robin are together, they're private. They either tell the group, or is found out. (I'd imagine it being them being found taking a bath together.)


    After a while of going steady, B and Robin take a trip (B planned it for surprise) to spend together. B cracks the question of marriage. Its not a grand one, but it's one.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    [b]name    ; robin
    age; estimated 27
    personality; intelligent, virtuous, insecure, lil' snarky, cautious, isolative
    history: forgetting a majority of his past, robin does not know much of his history. How he gotten to the predicament was that his mother ran off with him as an infant, afraid for his life as his father was an unsavory man. constantly traveling in hopes of getting away, robin learned his wits most from his mother. he wanted to fight against what she was running from, though his father was well known to him. then, one day, his father did find them again. gone mad in their search, robin's mother fought back and fell with the father. though, it wasnt before his father marked him with magic, showing as eyes on his face as a reminder of his heritage. Robin was left alone as a teenager then, and he ran off into the streets with no where to go. living off the streets, he worked odd job and or for gangs who'd pay for his help. eventually, all the reputation would follow him to a bad spot where he was badly beaten, physically and magically, and he ends up unconscious enough to meet muse b.
    extra/notes/other; robin has odd "tattoos" on his face. they're more like scars, thanks to his father. He was given them during his return, and they glow a little with intense emotion. He covers them up in fear of the look it gives him.
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    - do not kiss n diss! you can leave, but please tell me!
    - try to be semi-adv and leave at least a paragraph!
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    ♛ -- Aaaaaa! I love this plot~ Its so well developed! I hope my characters ok, tell me if you'd like me to change anything! Typically I roleplay in 3+ paragraphs but sometimes I get carried away so I apologize in advance! How would you like to start?

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    literally this is what i could have dreamed of for this rp omg
    finally someone who also has played/seen fire emblem aaaaaa!!




    Oda'qu is great!! don't worry lol
    that's alright! i usually type in about 2 or more, so i'll try to keep up.
    I would like to start with Oda finding Robin in the field, unsure if pickpocketing Robin would be a good idea or not. (then waking the poor tactician up. did i just write the beginning of awakening, but just with 2 people and not 4. im probably gonna draw art of this-) but, not before poor Robin gets the daylights kicked out of him- so without further ado!
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    Reputation was something that distinguished who was able to slip by the cracks easier and who'd be dangling their feet in. It could give you power, do or say things anyone considered lower than you wouldn't be able to do. It could also kill you. People either wanted you dead or wanted you on a pedestal, never any room for an inbetween. Working for a bad crowd, especially strong gangs and criminals? It would have you watch every corner, look back behind you ever-so-often.




    With that ugl- interesting mark on your face, some would call Robin devious. A sly fox that slid his way through with gangs. Who knew what he was in it for; power, coin, attention? It wasn't certain but it did not matter to the men who spied and accompanied Robin to another gang's territory. In a field, he wouldn't be found for a while, better strike now. The blame wouldn't be set on them but on the others. The perfect crime.




    This was a surprise to Robin, being suddenly grabbed off of his horse only to find that the man he'd been talking for the past hour would grab at him so terrifyingly. At first, he thought it was an attack from an invisible enemy. "Woah! Wait! Hold on, whe-" He said, cut off by a punch to the face. This would lead to him getting repeatedly kicked or punched, causing harsh bruises on his skin. Any attempt of him to get up, he would be pushed down. Annoyed at his attempts at fighting back; scratching, biting, swiping, clawing- anything, they'd stab him and stand back before kicking again. Robin was able to stand properly up, fueled by adrenaline, and weakly fought one of his attackers. It didn't last long as his head was slammed into the ground enough to knock him out.




    and forget, almost everything.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; height: 200px; width: 200px; margin-bottom:8px; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/590…wugqBWlN1r9qrnqo3_500.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100%][fancypost borderwidth=0px; opacity: 0.9; width:200px; color: white; margin-top:175px; margin-left:-25px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 10px black; text-transform: uppercase;][size=16pt]robin (hvr)[/size]

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    -- ooc; aahh Im so glad, fire emblem is the best ever aaa !
    ahah tbh I might draw some art of it as well;; do you have a deviantART if I may ask?



    -- ic;
    Nothing. Just...nothing. Oda stared blankly at a small bag clasped in his hands, he'd snatched it from a unsuspecting villager expecting something...maybe a few coin, anything would do. But the bag, it was empty...completely and utterly empty. "Tch." Clicking his tongue disapprovingly, the male tossed the bag to the side. Well that was a bust. All through out the day he'd been getting horrible loot. He glanced around, hopping to find something of interests. Bingo. His eyes rested on a figure that was laying a bit a ways in the grass of the field. Adjusting the hilt of his sword as it clattered noisily against his belt, Oda began to walk. Being sure to pick his steps more carefully as he drew closer...unaware if the other was asleep or not.


    Suddenly he froze, the heavy smell of blood filling his lungs. Blinking in surprise he noticed the blood that soaked the figure. It was a boy, he seemed to be out cold. An all too familiar sight, Oda knew that this part of the town was swarming with gangs...so there was little doubt that this boy was involved with them. He crouched down, slipping his hand into the males bag before stopping. Once again letting his eyes trail to the boy's face. Oda drew in a heavy breath before moving his hand out of the bag, this wasn't right. Even if he was a thief...he couldn't steal from a wounded man.


    He was covered in dark bruises, crimson dripping from slashes and cuts from what he could best assume was caused by a knife. Whoever this boy was, went down with a fight. Blinking, Oda noticed the odd markings below the boys eyes and on his face. Tilting his head slightly as he stared...they looked like eyes. Pulling his eyes away, Oda yanked a cloth from his bag. Winding it tightly around the largest cut on the boys body. Looking back up at the others face he lightly placed a hand on his shoulder and shook slightly. "Hey." He hummed as he once again shook lightly, the other was still out like a light.


    Oda let out a reluctant sigh before grabbing a hold of the water container that hung from his belt. Unhooking it and pulling the cork out he placed a hand on the back of the boys head and lifted it slightly. Pressing the opening of the container to his mouth and tilting it to let the water flow into it, some dripping down the sides of his mouth. This was bound to wake him up, pulling the container away Oda peered at his face quietly...hoping he'd wake up. "Hey..kid..." Oda let out a hum as he watched Robin quietly, he looked a bit younger then Oda himself...so he didn't have a problem with calling the unknown male 'kid'.


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    // ic:
    As soon as Robin's head hit the ground, his first thought was if he was ever going to wake up again. His spine began to ring as a chill climbed up, but was cut off by impact.




    A faint rumble in the darkness interrupted a memory that was flashing in his mind. It was about a moment with him and his mother. On a beach of a town he remembers only living in for three days. The sand was pristine, the sun rays reflecting off of it amazed the rather young Robin. In his tiny hands was a curled seashell. No hermit crab lived in it, so it was clear and empty. A giggle from a voice he found familiar. Mother. Her hair tied into a bun, strands falling down her smiling face. "Nothing's in there? Put it in the pile." In between them, there was a small collection of shells. Robin dropped one in when a stronger rumble of noise was heard. It was distinguishable this time. Waves drifted onto the shore. The sky was as blue as the water: clear, bright. Pretty.




    The world became sucked into pitch black space. Unfeeling. A pit settled into his stomach. Robin wanted his mother back. He could feel something on the back of his head now. By best estimate, it was a hand. A cold liquid pressed against his lips. The once faint, brief rumble was more clear. Like, right next to him clear.




    He pursued his lips, and swallowed the water settling in his throat. His eyes opened slowly to an light orange sky. Soft white clouds hanged above; sparse and away from each other. Robin closed his eyes once and opened them again. Looking to the unknown man next to him, the delayed spine curl response kicked in. Robin first attempted to lurch himself to sit up right, but his stab wounds cried in protest. His left hand reached to touch it. "Auugh.... That hurt. Of course." He muttered to himself. Breathing a huff sharply, he wasn't entirely sure how to respond to the man next to him. First and foremost, Robin did at least wanted to get up and thank the man.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; height: 200px; width: 200px; margin-bottom:8px; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/590…wugqBWlN1r9qrnqo3_500.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100%][fancypost borderwidth=0px; opacity: 0.9; width:200px; color: white; margin-top:175px; margin-left:-25px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 10px black; text-transform: uppercase;][size=16pt]robin (hvr)[/size]

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    -- ooc; aahh Im so glad, fire emblem is the best ever aaa !
    ah yes I do ! My dA is evokii and my tumblr is linked on my profile here ! also sorry rushed post ;A;



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    Seeing that the boy had began to move, Oda breathed a sigh of relief. Their eyes meeting before the boy suddenly sat up. Oda blinked in surprise, hearing a low painful hiss sound from the boy. Knitting his brows in disapproval, placing his hand on the boys chest and forcing him back down. "Hey! Whoa whoa whoa!" Oda hissed as he shot him a small glare. "Are you trying to tear yourself apart, come on you've been stabbed kid." Oda let out a sigh as he removed his hand from the boys chest to rummage through his bag for another cloth.


    Finding a new one, he pressed it to the stab wound...which had been wrapped but due to Robin's movements had caused more blood to rush from it. "Whats your name?" He hummed as he glanced at the boys face, whipping his now blood stained hands casually on his pants. Making sure the new cloth as securely wrapped he let his eyes lock onto Robin's. His long sword clanking nosily against its hilt as he adjusted himself slightly.


    He was sure to keep Robin laying down...he didn't want to risk reopening the wound once again. "And...what happened to you...its not often that I run into half-dead kids here." Oda let out a light hearted chuckle as he let his eyes trail down Robin's appearance, taking in all the different wounds he had gotten.
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    I'm laughing how Oda calls Robin 'kid' by his apperance, when Robin is actually 27. Unfortunately a little baby faced without some stubble.




    its okay! 3 is better than 0!




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    Robin took a look to the hand that touched the wrapped wound. Blood lightly sat on his palm, and he wiped it off on the inside of his coat. He felt the force of the stranger's hand on his chest. His right hand almost reached to meet it before stopping in his tracks; Robin inhaled sharply when he let himself be pushed down onto his back again.




    "Not exactly my first intention. I thought you'd cave my head in." Robin grunted. While one of the first things that crossed his mind was to thank the man, he wasn't lying when he thought him to be a threat at first. "Thank you for the... greatfully needed help." He partially hoped that it wasn't said too early, taking some check on his wounds and bruises.




    His head stayed in a painful ache. Thanks to having a hard impact on the ground. When being asked his name, Robin looked up to the bandaged wound to try to recall the information. Thankfully, it came quickly. His brown eyes locked to Oda's, "My name is Robin." While he did not share the same chuckle with Oda, it did produce a short smile and a huff out the nose.




    The smile did soon die out, as he stayed silent and his eyes moved elsewhere to try to remember. He would get up, but that's reopen the wound and Oda's hand did keep him down. If he knew earlier of his efforts, Robin would not have gotten up so suddenly before.




    "I- I don't remember most of what happened, surprisingly. I know my name and that I was getting the life beat out of me. That's really it." This did upset Robin; although he wasn't sure why the feeling came from entirely. A large amount of his memory was shrouded in a fog in his mind. "I'd like to know what's your name?" Based off of the questions before, it was safe to assume that Robin didn't know Oda and it was the other way around.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid white; height: 200px; width: 200px; margin-bottom:8px; background: url(http://68.media.tumblr.com/590…wugqBWlN1r9qrnqo3_500.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100%][fancypost borderwidth=0px; opacity: 0.9; width:200px; color: white; margin-top:175px; margin-left:-25px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 10px black; text-transform: uppercase;][size=16pt]robin (hvr)[/size]

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