Post by Robb White on Sept 29, 2012 14:36:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] robb adrian white. twenty-four. quidditch player. richard madden. | |
[rs=2] | robb white was born in sydney, australia to cara white and milton devereux in their penthouse apartment on april the twenty-eighth, 1999. it was a rainy day and robb was no unusual baby – he cried to his heart's content and calmed down slightly at the touch of his mother, as most young children tend to. on the other hand, while his father proudly doted on him, robb made the habit of screaming loudly as ever whenever he came near him. this is still regarded as a mild coincidence, considering how much he grew to adore his father over the next few years. milton devereux, at the time also the father of arthur and xavier devereux, and later lucille, evelyn, and camille devereux, never loved his wife and the mother of his children, billie. they had gotten married by accident in vegas when he was twenty-five and she was twenty-three. milton, being quite concerned about his appearance and reputation in the high society he prided himself on being a part of, thought that it would be more embarrassing than anything to get a divorce from billie, so they remained married, he took her back to darwin, australia with him, and they proceeded to have all of their legitimate children. unbeknownst to his “true” family in darwin, milton kept several mistresses in sydney, where he often spent his weeks while working before returning home on the weekends. robb's mother, cara, who happened to be a very beautiful and talented actress, was the longest-standing mistresses of all of these. despite their best efforts, cara fell pregnant with robb two weeks before billie did for the third time with lucille. milton, of course, kept newborn robb a secret from his family back in sydney. however, he also made sure cara lived in a very luxurious lifestyle, financially supporting both her and their son ever since. since milton spent most of his weeks in sydney, for the first eight years of robb’s life, he practically lived with them. arguably, milton was a better father to robb in those eight years than he was to his legitimate children back in sydney, as he spent so much time with robb and cara and so little with his wife and other children. as a result, milton developed a very strong relationship with his son, fulfilling his every wish and spoiling him to the point of no return from an early age. robb always had the latest and greatest toys and clothes and whatever else he wanted right at his disposal quicker than he could think twice about it, as milton was determined to do whatever it took to keep his son happy and content throughout the weekdays, and cara had milton's funds available to her on the weekends. it became evident very quickly to his parents that robb was a rather high-maintenance toddler – aside from having regular tantrums if things didn't go his way, he was also very mischievous and stubborn, running about the house all day energetically, throwing things, and rattling pots and pans from the kitchen and anything else he could find. he liked the noise that his ruckus made, and though he was a bit too young to fully comprehend how disruptive he was, he still felt a strange sense of accomplishment, feeling quite gleeful that the messes around their household were his fault. he never got into much trouble for his deeds, either – he was his father's ultimate weakness and milton couldn't help but talk cara out of punishing him almost every single time he did something wrong. cara tried her best to tame robb as much as possible, but to no avail. therefore cara and milton would frequently argue about their trouble-making son, worrying about what would come of him when he started going to school and would have to share his things and talk to other kids his age. it wasn't that he wasn't sociable enough, because by the age of four he could effectively talk anyone's ear off for hours on end, but it was the way he carried himself, almost as if he was better than his peers already and wasn't willing to compromise when it came to getting his way. at least, these were the sorts of cara worried about, while milton secretly praised his son, having no issues with the traits he was exhibiting. when robb did begin attending primary school at the age of five, his parents were reasonably surprised at how well he did at getting along with the other children, making friends left, right, and centre and coming home with a new story every afternoon either about something he'd excelled at or some mishap that he had caused. consequently, his teachers also made a habit of contacting cara when his misbehavior got too out of hand, but this happened less often as robb grew older, setting his boasting to the side as he claimed that he didn't want to simply be known as the class clown. in fact, it would shock any of his mates from his younger years to know that aside from the image he threw around of being reckless and irresponsible, he was actually quite clever, and received praise every now and then from the same teachers for a random assignment that he might've put his mind to and gotten top marks on. he never bothered to tell his mother about these occurrences, shrugging them off as irrelevant because he'd done it without even trying. therefore cara never really knew what to expect when one of robb's teachers phoned home from time to time, since there was a fifty percent chance that it would be something negative and a fifty percent chance that it would be something positive – as it went, robb was becoming very skilled at keeping her on her toes. a year after robb began muggle school, milton, a bit afraid that one day he would be absent from cara's home in sydney and robb might show some sign of magic, as one in three of his family members had the magical gene (including two out of four of his uncles and all of his legitimate children, so the chances were high) went ahead and filled cara in about the wizarding world, of course swearing her to complete secrecy. cara was unfazed by this sudden bout of information, simply adding it to the list of reasons why her son might cause trouble for her in the future. though cara and milton never had a particularly strong bond because he'd always treated her as his mistress, they didn't keep many secrets from one another – after milton informed her about the world of magic that their son might be a part of in a few years' time, cara calmly told milton that several years ago, she'd already explained to robb that his father had an entire other family in another city that he visited on the weekends. being the incredibly easy-going boy that he was, robb had taken this story very lightly when his mother had told him it, even going as far to joke about it at times when in an awkward or tense situation with his mother. she never laughed at the jokes, but she also had no real problem with the facts, either, since she was receiving money from milton on a regular basis and, because she was still beautiful and was willing to work long hours, had many gigs being offered to her per month for films and such, leaving her with exactly the type of lifestyle that she wanted. she was as content as she could be with her life, not finding reason to complain the majority of the time, even when her sole son cracked one-liners about wondering what his brothers and sisters with the surname devereux were up to at the moment. she pretended like he didn't know any better, and robb went along with it. the year robb turned eight, the third daughter of milton and billie, camille devereux, was born, causing milton to lose his temper and jet himself, lucille, and xavier to england to look into a new potential business venture. robb's mother was forced to break the news to him that he would no longer get to see his father every week, which left him distraught. he didn't understand what was so important in england that had prompted his father to leave him, and it was only then and in the next year or two that the wheels in his mind started turning and he began to seriously question his father's double life. he didn't voice any of his doubts to his mother, because although he was utterly curious about it, he wanted to figure things out independently and recognized that he was bright enough to do so. a couple of months later, robb got a reasonable distraction from contemplating the existence of his father's other family – and consequently, his half-siblings who he desperately wanted to know more about – because he showed his first sign of magic, accidentally smashing a glass vase on his teacher's desk at school one day without touching it at all in a fit of anger after said teacher called him "a major disappointment" in front of all his classmates. this was the sort of thing he never did and to this day does not tolerate, because he's excessively proud of who he is and will not let a soul question the fact that he's the best at everything he does. he excitedly wrote to his father that evening and received an enthusiastic enough response in return, making him miss his father even more than he already had been. luckily for him, his unspoken wishes were fulfilled when cara got cast in a film that was set to shoot in england for ten months and he was reunited with milton for that period of time. after this, milton flew out to sydney more often to see his son, which was well received by robb. he felt as though he'd succeeded at winning some sort of invisible battle with his half-siblings by getting his father back to visit him regularly. at the age of eleven, he received an acceptance letter from the magical school in australia, and he never let his mother hear the end of it, waving the letter around in her face periodically whenever she had something to discipline him about. he'd gotten terribly bored with muggle school and the people he considered to be of the lower class that he attended it with, and was thus overjoyed that he would finally have a chance to be extraordinary, to attend an actual wizarding school and make a name for himself in some manner just as his father had in the realm of business and his mother had in the film industry. upon arrival at the wizarding school, robb immediately classified his fellow students, especially those that were the same age as him, in a few categories – not even worth a second glance, not well-dressed enough, not quick-witted enough, just plain stupid, potential competition, and, the very few privileged sort who he made acquaintance with because they fit under adequate. he firmly believed that he was the most well-dressed of the entire lot, but nonetheless, he easily made friends with those who he thought were somewhat on the same level as him and were worth the effort. it was no secret to anyone that robb white had a serious superiority complex, which only got worse as the years passed by. he settled in to the new environment effortlessly, only writing to his mother to tell her how he was doing on the customary "politically correct" occasions, like a week after he left home in september to let her know he'd gotten there alright and a week before christmas holidays to tell her that unless milton was coming home to sydney, then he probably wouldn't be. he didn't care that he was making as many enemies as he was friends with his uppity attitude, lack of hesitance to insult someone's appearance or stupidity, and generally holier than thou demeanor twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. he was, quite possibly, one of the most carefree and sarcastic eleven year-olds that any of his peers had ever met, and he already had little patience for most of them. it didn't take much to get him irritated, as he had a stunningly low tolerance for those he considered beneath him either because they gave off middle-class or low-class vibes or were just too dumb and lacking in common sense for him to be breathing the same air as. he's still known to do this day for his condescending tone that he used on any individuals from the above categories that have dared to cross his path and annoy him in the past. even a couple of his professors grew increasingly wary of him in time, not being able to handle what a walking, talking contradiction he seemed to be. he'd taken the school by storm, almost, wreaking havoc at every available opportunity, skipping lessons and convincing his mates to do the same because learning was overrated, and becoming one of the best chasers that the school's quidditch team had seen in decades after joining it in his second year. on the other hand, he was also an world-class bullshitter, literally putting five minutes of casual work in-between brushing his teeth and styling his hair in the morning into writing essays that were due the same day, and yet managing to scrape past with not just passing marks, but some of the best in the class. some of the professors who disliked him a bit more than the others claimed that clearly he was cheating, but the rest simply breathed reluctant sighs of relief that he wasn't a completely lost cause and was capable of doing something other than breaking rules and ranting on and on about quidditch strategies. robb took it all – the criticism and compliments alike – in stride, writing letters of his exaggerated accomplishments to his father every month or so and reacting to the money his father sent him as a reward with nothing more than a smirk. he'd learned to utilize the tools he had at his disposal, one of the major ones, obviously, being his father's wealth, which perhaps he'd caught on from his mother how to effectively take advantage of. he worked out nearly every morning to tone himself for quidditch season, being rather passionate about the sport and determined to win at it all the time, just as he regarded every other aspect of his life. he was oblivious to the fact that he was attending the same school as arthur and xavier devereux, his half-brothers who'd both fallen under the category of potential competition when he'd first spotted them (xavier had returned from england soon after moving there to attend school in his home country). robb went on to not pay much attention to arthur as he was four years older than him, and even though xavier was also three years older than him, he saw more of him because they played on the same quidditch team for approximately five years. he never initiated a conversation with him, though, seeing him as just one of more well-dressed team-mates and leaving it at that. beginning in third-year, robb started to notice girls – or, as he would gracefully put it, girls started to notice him, and it didn't take him long to realize that he was one of the better-looking boys in his year. knowing that he was attractive and desirable only worsened his already huge ego and gave him more incentive to stride through the corridors with a swagger which suggested that he owned the place. flirting came naturally to him, as he didn't think it to be much different than reciting a memorable speech to an already captivated audience, or persuading a teacher that you were indeed far too sick to even think about being in class (things that he'd shown that he excelled at various times by the time fourth and fifth-year rolled around), except with a certain edge that might guarantee him something promising in the end if he tried hard enough. however, the fact of the matter was, he didn't have to try that hard at all to pick up girls, a trait which became the source of envy for his closest friends, who constantly pestered him on how he pulled it off, to which he would steadily and charmingly reply that it was an art that they wouldn't be able to perfect in this lifetime even if they attempted it. having his fair share of legendary party stories, gorgeous girlfriends and flings (however, the same guidelines that he used to choose his friends went into choosing which types of girls to pursue, even it was for just pointless flirting), and countless disapproving looks from authority figures that he thrived on because making people upset was his forte, it's ironic at best that one of the highlights of robb's school career was, for the most part, an academic one. he'd never held a desire to make people proud of him – not his mother or his father or anyone, really. all his goals were purely geared towards his own self and his actual need to show off and prove others to be inferior to him. he'd decided early on in his school years that he didn't want to do anything too pretentious sounding after graduating, which basically meant anything that required extensive studying to secure a job in, and yet he received above average results in most of his lessons because of his strength in the bullshitting department. the most memorable of these results is from sixth-year, when he snuck off campus with a couple of his closest friends and their girlfriends, got smashed beyond belief, and woke up the next morning to lead a debate team in a debate he'd forgotten he was to partake in and therefore had no speech prepared for. by some miracle, not to mention his talent in talking and wit, he won the debate, and conveniently never let any of his year-mates forget it. after graduating, he was promptly offered the position of reserve chaser with one of australia's regional quidditch teams, the thundelarra thunderers, whose scout had attended one of robb's school games in seventh-year in order to scope for upcoming talents. of course, the scout had noticed robb's proficiency in the sport immediately, and when he tried to make it clear that arrogance and a short-temperament would be barriers to him in the field of professional quidditch, robb brushed all this off his shoulder as if it had gone in one ear and out the other the next second, taking the glorious opportunity that had fallen into his lap and once again rubbing it in deeply to anyone who would listen to him brag about it. he still felt that he was superior to even his new professional team-mates, but for once he kept his mouth shut – though it was still done in a manipulative manner to ensure his own personal gain. after all, he did what he did simply to gain the trust of his coach and trainers, who consequently saw not his bad attitude, but his agility and speed in the game and constant perseverance to do better. it took robb only a year to move up from the position of reserve chaser to chaser after one of the resident chasers got traded to another team, and robb was beyond elated. outside of quidditch, which took up a lot of his time, his lifestyle was still essentially the same as it had been during his school-years – drinking, smoking (a hobby he'd taken up in his early teenage years but had abandoned at least twenty times because he knew it was detrimental to his health, only to pick it back up again because he was so addicted), partying, putting other people down, and just not giving a fuck about much at all. he contacted his mother only when absolutely necessary (most of these instances after the age of fifteen involved persuading her to get him in touch with one of her high-class contacts in the film business so he'd get an invite to a fancy gala or ball that he could find new girls to hit on at, since his standards were quite high and he couldn't just go to a bar to pick up like most guys his age did). when robb was twenty-three, he was given a choice by the management of his quidditch team to be traded to either another team in australia, or to puddlemere united in england, as both were offering the thundelarra thunderers a grand sum of money for the new and rising quidditch star that they'd heard so much about through tabloids and quidditch magazines. he'd always been big on appearances, and when it came to the attention surrounding his personal life as he became more and more famous, he all but allowed reporters and journalists to write whatever they fancied about him – rubbish about women he was apparently chasing after, whose house party he'd crashed the previous weekend, the whole deal. he was aware that he was letting the media paint a wild image of him which was only half-true, but his amusement at the outrageous articles written about him outweighed his frustration about what a typical youth they painted him as, and in the end and he let it all slide, giving himself up to it entirely. having been aware of his father's double life and by extension, his other family that existed in england nowadays for about the last twenty years of his life, robb suddenly felt the need to seek them out and get to know them – it didn't seem like an unrealistic goal to him (and still doesn't, despite that he has no plan whatsoever on how to go about achieving it), because once he decided on doing something, he was dead set on getting it done no matter what. all he knew about he knew about his half-siblings until then had been that there were two boys and three girls, one of the latter who was the same age as him; and he wished that he had more information about them then than he had at any point in his life. as a result, he happily made the choice of going with the job offer from puddlemere united, who had a chaser spot open and were practically begging him to take it, and he was utterly chuffed that he would have the chance to kill two birds with one stone by relocating to england. he mentally prepared himself for the culture shock of working in a european country after spending his entire life in australia (though he'd flown in to visit his father in england for a couple of weeks every summer, but he wasn't naive enough to believe that that would be the same as actually living there permanently). six months ago, robb officially moved to england without so much as asking his father whether this was alright with him. this was all done much to the protests of his mother, who is now retired for the most part and only does small film roles when need be. he only feels a tad guilty for leaving her all alone in australia, justifying it by repeating to himself that she's always been able to live by herself. he never expected or wanted his father to support him financially in england, because along with his salary that let him afford a decent-sized flat in london, he also has too much pride to put into words – now he would rather accept his father's money for additional luxuries only instead of for necessities, as he doesn't want to owe anyone anything. like always, he found himself settling in and adjusting to the change quite well, the only slight problem being his accent. it hasn't stopped him from getting to know people that he wants to associate himself with, though many people have scoffed at his personality, which he's shrugged off in return and hasn't allowed to put a halt to the way he leads his life. |
hopuardo. 1+ year roleplaying. gmt -5. |
