KENTRY, Robert Demitri

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...Robert Demitri Kentry*
*I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile*

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...basics*

name Robert Demitri Kentry
nickname Bobby or Robby.
age Eighteen
gender Male
grade Senior-baby
hometown London, England.
sexuality Straight
personification Puck

...appearance*

hair color Dark brown
eye color Brown
build Toned and built.
height 6' 3"
clothing style Cool and laid back, jeans and tee-shirts. He has a playful attire, nothing that screams serious, or stickler. He does have a fondness for business suit jackets though.
distinctive traits He has a very mischievous look in his eyes, after all he is the merry wander of the night, isn't he? No matter what is going on or what he feels, that look in his eyes almost never goes away.

...personal*

personality As long as he can remembers he has always been a trouble maker, and a joker. He was the class clown in his elementery to freshman year. He was known as the boy of two faces, he could be as sweet as candy to you one minute and the next be putting toads in your locker, or back pack the next. He loves a good laugh. He has been called shrewd and knavish.

He is vain, but not godly about it, he can be very friendly, in a douchebag way. He is a Taurus…Taurus, all the horoscopes say that he is ruled by Venus, but he likes to think that maybe he is ruled by himself. Some traits that he is suppose to have include;
Steadiness - check, he is a rather steady person, he knows who he is compared to everyone else,and he is content with that, he won't change for anyone.
Determined -Oh boy is he determined, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Reliable- depends on who you are to him, if you are a friend then he will be the most reliable person in the world. If you are an 'enemy' expect him to flake out on you...especially when you need him the most. If he doesn't like you, it's better to assume if you were ever in a life and death situation and had to rely on him, don't hold your breath, embrace the fact that you are going to die, and get over it.

Stubborn-Check x100, He is as stubborn as a mule,and as hard headed as a rhino.
Creative- He has to be creative, after all repeating pranks is lame, so one has to be creative to keep the audiance laughing.
Kind- Only when he wants to be.
Ferocious temper- Well that’s hitting the nail on the head. Getting Robert mad is like asking for a humiliating prank.

The best quote to describe Robert is by the Barenaked ladies:

"How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt"

Robert is good-hearted, but capable of cruel tricks.
past Robert was born to Linda and Damien Kentry eighteen years ago. He had a 'swell' life nothing dazzeling or tragic, somewhere in the middle. He had learned at a young age that nothing was forever, and that shaped him into his life style now a-days. He was taught to live in the minute and do what you can to have fun. His mother Linda was the one who taught him this.

Linda was a sick woman, and by sick she was actually sick, like ill. But she never lost her sense of humor, she would joke and play around with little Robert when ever she could. Damien tried to be strict with Robert but it never worked, not with Linda always contradicting him. When Linda did pass away he tried to change the way Robert acted but it never worked, he was to much like Linda, good humored, and a little bit of a hellion. To try and get away from the thoughts of Linda, Damien moved them all the way to New York, when Robert turned 16.

Robert seemed be be more then 'the class clown.' He was a prankster through and through, he found himself loving to see people's misfortunes, and get people to laugh at them with him. He is a real conniving man when it comes down to it. He himself is quit notorious for lying to make an outcome come out a certain way. In any case, Robert floated through his classes when he was younger, and when he moved to the states he struggled through them for about a year, but hey, when you always lie to the teacher or put a tack on their chair you don't get to far.

present Now for his senior year, which he is rather lucky to be even seeing. He has made a few friends, his father even remarried. Their lives in America has seemed to be rather amazing. After all they came here not knowing what to expect, and now they are actually involved it seems. Perhaps since it is his last year in high school, he can find someone fun to spend it with...

He does plan on moving on to college, maybe. He would love to break into a field of some sort, what he doesn't know yet, but perhaps if he can buckle down and actually focus on something other than living life in the moment, and having a good laugh. Perhaps he would be good in the field of business, who knows. one thing is for sure, he has a feeling
that he wants to do something big, what he doesn't know yet.
family Robert was an only child.
He was born to Linda and Damien Kentry.
Linda {deceased} was a nurse until she got sick.
And Damien was in the music industry as a publicity manager.
His stepmother's name is Vanessa, and he has two step sisters through her.
Jessica {14} and Sarah {16}
likes
-laughing, and hearing people laugh for something he has done that deserves laughter.
-Being social.
-Watching Drama unfold.
-Roses, it's an odd like, but he likes flowers....the smell and color.
-Nature, and most things in it, he feels almost to at home in it.
dislikes
-Pranks on him.
-Getting caught for something.
-getting information wrong. Especially when it has to do with information that needed...NEEDED to be right.
-People like himself, being the vain creature he is he believes there can only be one.
-People who freak out over the littlest of things, live and let go.
other notes Depite how he acts, he is a rather compassionate and caring guy...if you give him a reason to be.

...literature*

book title A Midsummer Night's Dream
backstory Puck serves Oberon, the fairy king. He freely admits to be “a shrewd and knavish sprite”. He is sent by Oberon to find the flower “love-in-idleness” and is told to apply its juice to the eyes of Demetrius to make him fall in love with Helena. He erroneously administers the juice to Lysander, who loves Hermia, thus producing that both men fall in love with the same woman, Helena.

For the sake of enjoyment, he also transforms the actor Nick Bottom’s head in that of an ass, so that Titania, the fairy queen, will fall in love with him, a beast, and will forget to look after a little Indian boy, whom Oberon wants to turn into a knight. Later, Oberon realises Puck’s mistakes, and orders him to produce a dark fog to lead the rival lovers within it by imitating their voices, and then to apply an antidote to Lysander’s eyes.

Puck’s capricious spirit, magical fancy, fun-loving humor, and lovely, evocative language permeate the atmosphere of the play. Wild contrasts, such as the implicit comparison between the rough, earthy craftsmen and the delicate, graceful fairies, dominate the play. Puck seems to illustrate many of these contrasts within his own character: he is graceful but not so sweet as the other fairies, and he is given to a certain coarseness, which leads him to transform Bottom’s head into that of an ass just for enjoyment.

...roleplayer*

name Tina..yo.
age too old....18.
gender I am a female-zilla. xD
rp experience A few years, -doesn't want to say how many...cause it will look like she has no life.- I am on Gaiaonline, also, loook meh up....Zydrate Hydrate.
how you found ouac Neopets...-blush-
rp sample OOC|| This was an Intro for an Alice in Wonderland Rp. just saying.

The cold air nipped at her lungs, as she breathed in. Dear god was it cold in the human world…but then again leave it to Ace to come in the middle of winter, the snow had gathered on the street and in the Alleys she passed by, how did the homeless humans survive in temperatures such as this? A man who sat beside her called to her.

“Hey! Hai! Youngin! Come hurr!” Ace cocked her head inspecting the male, she walked over, smoothing out her blackish blue dress, the dress stopped a inch about her knees and she wore sneakers that she had stole from a woman who was sleeping on a bench, Ace wasn't fond of stealing but hell she wasn't about to walk around a city in high heels. She moved a bit of her hair out of her face, blue eyes stared back at the filthy man.

“Yes?” she questioned, cocking an eyebrow, she hadn’t done very much talking, and what she had done was with drunk Hobo’s who’s logic seemed to match with hers, most would call them crazy old gits, she called them sane, but then again Wonderland did that to people.

“have you seen muh teef?”

“No sir, I have not seen your teef.” she responded, his breath smelled of disgusting and alcohol, “But I would assume they are in your rotting mouth…..you nutter.” she spoke, sure it sounded mean, but she was answering his question, and she didn’t quite see the time to bother with him, she had to find Alice. “Now that I have informed you where your teeth are…please tell me where I can find the legendary Alice.” she spoke.

“Legendary Alice? Well now who’s the nutter….no Alice I know of.” he spoke with a hardy laugh, but it soon ended with him vomiting on the ground next to him Ace blinked and slipped away fighting back vomit herself. Her eyes caught onto the window, she looked horrible and she hated it, oh well. She needed to find this Alice fast. The only reason she didn’t smell horrible or look like Mr. Missing Teef. Was because she had coaxed a writer fellow to allow her to board in his house if she gave him a story…well she gave him one hell of a story and won herself a shower and a meal, now she was back out trying to find Alice…an elusive little creature if she could call her so. So the Ace of Spades wandered looking for any sign of Alice, but it seemed like a waste of time for she only had old hundred* year old stories to go off of, and dear god that was a long time. How would she even know what to look for? Fuck this was a terrible idea, but it was an idea none the less. What to do, who to look for….this all seemed so ridiculous, trying to find a fairy tale character, but Hatter did say she was real, so she had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Ace couldn’t perform some sort of magic to track this Alice down, why did she send herself on a suicide mission. A noise behind her made her jump and look around, a man who looked oddly like one of her mother’s guards was following her, at this she ran as quickly as her legs could carry her escaping into an alley way she jumped catching on to the fire escape quickly making her way up she looked down, the man had just entered the Alley and started to run towards her his hands out stretched trying to grab her, she made it to the set of stairs to carry her up to the next floor, damn it…why tonight why in the cold? Her lungs were begging for death, or perhaps warm air, they felt as if they would explode. Ace figured that she should have exercised more, though she never had planned on trying to out run a Spade guard. She scaled the next staircase, then another, making it to the fourth floor, she made a bold decision and moved onto the little space that protruded off the building to give a small ledge, with one foot in front of the other she moved starting to shake, the guard was now on the same floor, starting to scale the building as well, she made it to the other side of the corner and looked down, regretting that she had making a small gasp sound, but her eyes found an opened window on the third floor, a little ways away from where she was, she moved quickly but the guard caught her arm, she flailed in an attempt to make him let go, throwing the male off balance she took this momentary confusion to shove him he couldn’t catch himself and ended up falling with a horrible crack sound his body now lay on the ground, she shook and also fell, but out of sheer adrenaline she grabbed the ledge above her previous escape route idea. Her feet kicking and feeling nothing, she gulped and hoped for the best letting go she scrambled to grab the edge again pulling her self up, again sheer adrenaline. She should not have been able to pull that off, but the body was a mysterious thing, with it’s defenses against illness and death. She let herself lay on the floor of the strange new room, her breathing rapid and thanking god for a different temperature air, this room was a little more warm then outside. Her mind then went into a crazy thought, well crazy in the human sense. What if the person inside calls the cops? There was a dead body in the alley and here she was breathing rapidly near the window…she would either be arrested for murder or breaking and entering…though it wasn’t really breaking and entering since the window was opened, but then again humans didn’t think that way did they? So springing up she decided maybe she should do a bit of snooping around the house was empty, well minus the furniture, someone did live there, they just weren’t there at the moment. She felt her heart pounding against her chest begging for relaxation and calmness. Her eyes caught something a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, hers now. It wasn’t like they were going to call the cops on her for a pack of cigarettes…honestly that call would be ridiculous.

‘uh hello officer…I am calling to report a robbery…what did they rob from me? Well my pack of cigarettes and lighter.’ hum that just wouldn’t go down well they would hang up on them and well that would be the end. Ace made her way to the door listening in silence for a sign of someone or any other noise, her breathing stopped once she heard a noise outside and the door knob jiggled. She just stared at the door like a deer in headlights. The door creaked open and there stood Jimmy Lyon and a Woman. Jimmy passed through wonderland and the human world frequently, for many years now. He too was part of the resistance. Jimmy Lyon was really Zephyr Clubs, but since the Clubs were being hunted down he figured a change of name was safest.

“Ace?”
“you know her baby?”

“Jimmy! Thank god!” Ace rushed the man and hugged him, he patted her back and she pulled away from him.

“Baby who is she? Why is she here?”
“This is a pal of mine, Ace why are you here?”
“Baby? Wow jimmy-boy you have an outsider for a girlfriend? And in a time like this?” Ace smirked. “Well I was looking for Alice.” Jimmy cut her off and turned to the woman.

“Sweetie can you leave us alone for a few moments?” The woman nodded and moved into the bedroom. “Continue Ace.”

“I was looking for Alice and one of mothers guards showed up, he’s dead now.” She looked to the window.

“You didn’t?” He said looking from Ace to the window before rushing to it to see the broken guard.

“He fell.”

A scream startled them both and gunshots told the pair the woman Jimmy was in a relationship with was now dead. The pair looked at each other before rushing out of the apartment and down the stairs.

“They followed you here?”
“Gee you think?”
“They killed my girlfriend.”
“You didn’t need her, it just complicates things.”
“ACE!”
“WHAT!”

The pair broke out into the winter’s air. Ace stopped to breath but Jimmy grabbed her arm and pulled her. Before she knew it they were in the park close by. They split up to scout for guards and as Ace walked she suddenly slammed into someone she took a step back.

“Oh sorry.” She shifted and looked at the person awaiting their response.

[BECKET]

♠ A P P R O V E D ♠

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