Background: For Robin, he had dreamed of running away from home the moment the first chain had been placed in his hands. Born to a Nidalese family and expected to inherit a difficult but "rewarding" life of trading luxurious goods and even more luxurious people to and from Cheliax, Robin had immediately found himself chafing against his fate. His family was strict, with clear expectations for behavior, appearance, attitude and profit margins. He on the other hand could not have matched them worse. He eschewed the traditional piercings, was dreadful at sums, and showed no aptitude for minding the merchandise, no matter how many times he was whipped. His interest in the lovely treasures that passed through their home was punished with word and work. He was simply not the son they wished for. It was no surprise to himself or anyone else when he found himself outside the gates of Pangolais, furtively bartering away the cache of silks he'd stolen for passage northward.
Had Robin not found himself in the friendly embrace of a traveling caravan of Shelynite pilgrims, he may have pursued a very different path upon reaching Korvosa, one of petty theft and ignoble deeds. Instead, the group of artists and craftswomen took him in and awakened in him the seed of love that had been dormant all his life. From the age of thirteen, he'd traveled with the group as they wandered from locale to locale, finding the greatest landscapes of the lands to paint and inspire. He found joy in the arts that had been denied to him within his old family, throwing himself with incredible vigor into learning as much as he could. It was in this group that he learned to sow, to draw, to paint, and most importantly of all to connect with others. Perhaps due to the repression of his childhood, Robin's heart bloomed strong, irrepressible hope and optimism washing away the dark memories.
The caravan's journey took the group up into Belkzen, facing a fair share of danger, from wandering orc bands to vicious wildlife. The Shelynites solved encounters peacefully if they could, but with confident blades if they could not. This led them to Trunau, where Robin had spied the smithy - Clamour - and on the spot decided he had found his next dream to pursue. Robin has now been a resident of Trunau for just over six months, the latest metalworking apprentice under Sara Morninghawk. While he's a diligent student, his outspoken desire to work on items of beauty rather than practical value frequently puts him behind on his schedule and at odds with his mentor. Nevertheless, he hopes to create a new generation of hopeknives while his apprenticeship lasts that do more than serve grim necessity.
Personality: Starry eyed and irrepressible, Robin has no problem speaking the most shamelessly naive things that pop into his mind. Quick to love and with perhaps a little too much of it to go around for his well being, he sees Shelyn's touch in everyone and everything. That includes all manner of fearsome creature, battle-hardened orc, or unholy abomination.
Appearance: Robin strikes a delicate figure, with short blond curls, wide brown eyes, rosy cheeks and a graceful way of holding himself. He's dressed with a leather vest over an embroidered green blouse and leather pants that seem impractically tight. Delicate earrings of copper and malachite hang from his ears. Though it is rarely with him, a finely crafted glaive is his weapon of choice, its haft sporting a long silk tassel that dances as he spins the weapon.
