Application: Robin of Loxley (Robin of Sherwood)

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Did not see any other incarnation of Robin Hood, either active or inactive - if I missed something, please notify me!))


Current Application:

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

Cheese was a luxury in those days of trial; I cannot remember the last time I tasted it. When I was a boy we kept a few goats, and my mother would make a soft cheese from their milk – that I remember quite well. It was a luxury then too, but one to which she was glad to treat my father and me, before the Sheriff’s men came. So that is my favorite, I think.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

If either is in league with the Sheriff or with Gisbourne he will find himself on the wrong side of my bow.

3. What time is it where you are?

Time does not matter in the Great Forest.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

I do not know of this Order, but if there is a red-haired woman with both beauty and fire, she should have my attention, of a certainty, though I force myself on no woman.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

I would call it the Silver Arrow, and I would serve the finest dark brews of the county.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

I am no judge of marriage; but love and freedom is all we fight for, is it not?

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

Where I come from paperwork is but a trap of legal wrongs, a thing of this world meant to bind men to other men. All men should be free. Burn your paperwork.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Truly, I am here to learn so that I may continue to fight for freedom of all men. Herne has called another in my place – he has the love and loyalty of all whom I called friend or lover, and my place is no longer in that world. I met my fate at the hands of the Sheriff’s men, and was glad to give my life for Marian and Much. I rested for a while in the Great Forest; but now Herne grows old and there are many who no longer follow the old ways. He sends me here to learn of magic what I may, that in time I will become Herne the Hunter and call a Hooded Man anew.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

I can teach what I know of woodcraft, swordplay, and archery, if any are interested.
That and my friendship are all I can offer.


"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___RoL_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __RoL_________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __RoL_________.
One day, marmalade free men will rule the world. ___RoL__________"

Comments

[kouneru.livejournal.com]

"And what do you know of woodcraft?" Kouneru asks, offering a friendly smile. Since the word has a dual meaning, a little clarification is needed.

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin smiled in return. "How to survive in the forests, where to find food and shelter, how to find one's way when lost; these are things I know well and would be glad to teach any who wish to learn."

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"You speak with scorn of contracts and of binding. Yet are you not bound to this entity Herne?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

"I am only bound by what I believe, as is any man. I serve Herne willingly, and seek to scorn no one. But in my time paper and the words thereon were reserved for the rich, and those words were often used to bind the poor and unwilling. That was all I meant. If I have given offense, you have my apologies." Robin bowed, his hand on his heart.

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I understand your answer to the Hufflepuff question. Are you saying you died? And your, your god I guess, sent you here?

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin gave a grave nod. "Aye, I gave my life to save my love and my brother. I would do it again tomorrow." Then he shook his head, his eyes warming. "Herne is no god, but a man, as I am. He serves the spirit of the Great Forest, and calls the Hooded Man, the Son of the Wolf, in time of need."

[lazythunder.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Herne. He could definitely pick'em." Zeus smiled easily at the new applicant. Another dead person, and seemed to be very serious about life. Some mortals were, but sadly they didn't tend to be the fun ones. "Assuming we're talking about Herne of the Hunt, of course."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin smiled. "Aye, I speak of Herne the Hunter. I was his Wolf's Head. Who are you, sir?"

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

'I like your answer to the Gryffindor question,' Mel says, smiling. 'Would you say you're brave?'

Of course.

'Leetle archiac, though...regarding your Order answer.'

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin looked at the girl, surprised. "I am not certain which part of my answer displeased you, my lady. It is true there was someone specific in my mind as I answered - perhaps that was my mistake. She is only a memory now."

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

"All men should be free, burn your paperwork," Lizzy quoted from the application, highly amused. "I take it, sir, that you are a devotee of Rousseau's noble savage theory?"

After looking up from the application, she realized her error, smiled, and added, "I suppose he is somewhat- somewhat ahead of your time, sir. Pray forgive the reference. Am I to understand that reading and writing entrap man's noble spirits?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin ran his fingers through his hair. "Forgive me, my lady, I am no man of letters. I was unable to make myself clear." He looked steadily at her, organizing his thoughts. "In my time, the skill to read and write was no ordinary accomplishment, generally reserved for men of wealth and status. Such men often used the power of the pen and book to control those who could not read and understand for themselves." Robin mussed his hair again. "And when one cannot write one's own name, imagine the ease with which an unscrupulous noble might claim legal rights have been signed away. One X looks very much like another."

He sighed. "But I know that this is not my time, and perhaps things have changed. Do I make any sense at all?"

[dot-is-cross-hs.livejournal.com]

"... you're Herne's Wolf?"

Beware. Fangirling to commence in five. Four. Three...

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin bowed slightly, hand on heart. "I am he, my lady. Or I was."

[agentsgent.livejournal.com]

"Good day, sir." He was starting to wonder if all new arrivals came directly from the most disheveled moment in their lives. "Welcome to Hogwarts. Is there anything I might get you, sir?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin was surprised, and it showed. "No, I thank you, sir." He hesitated. "Is there anything I might offer you? It was my understanding, from the application..." Robin belatedly realizes what he's just said and trails off in a fury of blushes.

[nicknamegirl.livejournal.com]

Lola looked with interest at the man. She saw that Mel had already voted Gryffindor and agreed that the guy seemed to fit that House pretty well. So she shot off a brilliant smile at teh prettie Robin.

"Friendship?" she asked. Oh no, she didn't mind being his friend at all... "I suppose that's always a good thing. And, y'know, the swordplay might be as well, during the right circumstances..."

She paused and tilted her head, picking up on a certain part of the application. "Oh, you're dead?" It was said lightly with a fair amount of interest. Most of the people Lola was around nowadays were dead, after all. No big deal!

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

He looked down at himself with amusement. "I was, my lady. Does it still count?"

Robin's smile grew broader at the swordplay comment. "May I know who addresses me? Seeing as we are to be friends," he added, his smile growing bigger still.

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

*Dear St. Elmine, save me from the excessively noble. This thought, Matthew executes a deep, slightly mocking bow.* Hello. I am Matthew, on leave from service to House Ostia.

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin raises an eyebrow and returns the bow. "I do not know Ostia, sir. Where is it?"

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

"Dear sir, I must admit that I share your feelings on the freedom of all men, as well as your willing sacrifice for those you loved. And finding yourself far from where you began, in time and in distance, can be trying indeed. For myself, I would welcome a worthy opponent in bow and sword - lest my performance ability lessen. Are you interested?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin bowed deeply, his hand on his heart. "My lady, I will gladly show you what I know. And I thank you for your kind words. May I know your name?"

[brenda-johnson.livejournal.com]

Brenda frowned as she read the application.

"You take issue with the rule of law, Mister?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin's eyes narrowed at this challenge and his chin went up. "When the rule of law is made for the benefit of few and to the sorrow of many, I do. The law should be for all, and all men should be free under it."

[halcyon-pegasus.livejournal.com]

Pegasus trots over, slowing to a walk a few feet before the man, and eventually stops in front of him, wings tucked against his sides and ears facing forward. Lowering his head, he snuffs at Robin's shirt front, seeking something edible.

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin chuckled as the winged creature located the apple he'd tucked in his shirt for lunch. "Yes, I neglected to mention this in my bribes," he said with a laugh as he dug it out and gave it to the horse. "This one is from the Great Forest, but nothing to those on Olympus, mm?" Again Robin had reason to thank Herne for drilling him in classical mythology.

[redballerina.livejournal.com]

Red-haired woman with beauty and fire? Bombalurina was amused. Well, she was certainly beautiful, and quite... feisty. When she wanted to be. This might be worth investigating? Besides, she had to shake the memory of being in love (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1167806.html?thread=59518654#t59518654) somehow...

Thus, she sauntered up to Robin, smiling sweetly, with the red hair cascading down her back in loose curls. For once she was actually wearing a dress (http://www.techiediva.com/photos/uncategorized/t434264dc.jpg) that went past her knees.

Mmm, he didn't look half bad... Sort of ruggedly handsome. Bomba approved.

"How do you do?" she asked in a very soft, sort of purring voice, with the smile never leaving her face.

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin's eyes widened fractionally. Be careful what you wish for, Loxley, he thought. She did not have Marian's wholesome innocence, but what she did have made up for it in abundance. A wolfish smile spread across Robin's face.

"Infinitely better now you are here, my lady," he said, reaching for her hand. "How may I call you?"

[starkwhitesnow.livejournal.com]

Jon was curious, to say the least. This man... he reminded him so much of the Wildlings, and the time he'd had there...

He hung back, listening to him speak to others, but then finally took a step forward. He was clearly armed and armored, which no doubt will cause a narrowed eye, but there's no sense hiding his title. If this man was half the outlaw he seemed to be, he'd know a lawman on sight.

"I am Lord Commander Jon Snow, of the Night's Watch," he says, keeping his hands from his weapons and in plain sight. "What wood are you from, and what world?"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin rested his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword but made no other move; his eyes did indeed narrow. "I am Robin of Loxley, of Sherwood and of the Great Forest," he said evenly. "My world is this world, my country England, my king Richard and his descendants, my master Herne the Hunter. I do not know of the Night's Watch. Who do you serve, sir?"

[nemofound.livejournal.com]

Imagine a little boy, about eight or ten years old, who has so far been raised in dangerous wilds and knows a hero when he sees one. Imagine further that this little boy, in whose life father-like role models have played a significant part, is of a temperament to throw himself wholeheartedly into unabashed idolization given half a provocation.

Now imagine that instead of being human, this little boy is of the species Amphiprion percula - clownfish - and that he is inside a fishtank overfull of plastic fishtank accessories and assorted other souvenirs, attended by a house elf, a reddish-brown-spotted gray furball in a cage, and a black and white house cat. This is pretty much the sight facing the good outlaw.

"Wow..." Nemo said. "Hi." Pausing a minute to make sure his greeting was welcomed, he added, "I'm Nemo."

((Oh, your Robin is such fun! What source material are you basing him on?))

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin was completely nonplussed for a moment, unused as he was to being addressed by sea life. But he had known what Hogwarts was when he arrived, and little boys were little boys, after all. He squatted down to the level of the fish and smiled. "I am glad to meet you, friend Nemo."

((Robin of Sherwood, a mythology-heavy TV series from the 80's, although I added a little post-death mythology of my own and made his speech a little more formal. And thanks!))

[onceacop.livejournal.com]

She crosses her arms, sets her jaw, and just eyes him.

She's a rather small woman -- five and a half feet on the outside -- and she's been described as looking like someone's nanny or babysitter, if you don't know her.

But anyone on the recieving end of this particular level of scrutiny generally caves. Criminals, wizards, irritating spirits in skulls, it's all the same. When Murph disapproves, you know it. Somehow, you're sure that you're about to be grounded. "So," she says. "I'm guessing you repeatedly fling yourself into danger."

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin's initial smile falters. He is tempted to check his underarms to see if he smells, and only just stops himself. "Not for many years, my lady," he says, feeling as though he's about to be reprimanded - although for what and why, he does not know.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Steph swings in from out of nowhere, because no one in the bat-family can resist a show-off entrance.

"Now, I was under the impression that guys like you wore tights. How are leather pants for running around in? ‘Cause to me they seem liable to chafe"

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Though duly impressed by the entrance, Robin was bewildered at the girl's speech. Why did she want to know about his pants? "Guys like me? And what are tights?"

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

*appears with a long red wig attached somehow to its brim*

*decked out in the finery given to it by the Fashion Pony! (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1190214.html?thread=61107782#t61107782)*

Beauty and fire, hmmm?

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

Robin raised a brow. "That had to do with a woman rather than a hat, although I admit I know nothing of fashion. For myself, I generally wear a hood. How shall I address you, friend?"

Slytherin!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

You definitely belong in the House of Hot Men.

Your bribe has been accepted.

Welcome to Slytherin, and remember, Thursday at eight. We'll start in the Sorting Room and move on from there ...