[ robyn hadn't thought much of the bite, not at first. how much harm could one mosquito possibly do, after all, especially one so small? but then the welts began to spread, blooming into the mark of the destroyer, and it isn't long after that he stumbles to his knees. ]

Ow— What?

[ he's been on the receiving end of enough debilitating magic that he isn't completely unused to being immobilized, but the slow spread of it is startlingly new. not that he's going to panic, no— it's just the one leg that he can't seem to move at all right now, and that's not so bad in the grand scheme of things, is it? still, there's a bit of franticness in his wide eyes as he looks around for anyone who could be nearby. ]

Hey, uh— Could you give me some help? Please?

[ by the time he happens upon the cache of unidentified powdered food product, robyn is not remotely picky when it comes to sustenance. actually, that's somewhat misleading; he's almost never picky when it comes to what food or drink he puts in his mouth, as long as it's not obviously been poisoned, and the label that clearly reads EDIBLE is good enough for him.

he's practically shoveling it into his mouth by the fistful, without a care in the world as for its taste, or lack thereof, and only stops when he notices someone else on the scene, at which point he offers the bag with an outstretched hand. ]

You want some?

[ yes, his mouth is full, and yes, he is sending puffs of powder flying everywhere. ]

Wait, hold on—

[ normally, robyn isn't exactly shy about his body, nor is he hesitant to take his clothes off. but everything about this whole situation is dredging up some deeply-buried, incredibly uncomfortable memories; the whole being poked and prodded and inspected by scientists, having his personal details read aloud like a statistics sheet... still, he keeps his misgivings to himself (and his clothes on) for the time being, at least until:

"Age, age... Hmm, this doesn't seem right. Could you verify—" ]

What? No, what— Why does that matter?

[ it isn't outwardly clear as to why this young man might be so defensive about being asked for his age. his reaction to what comes next, however, is perhaps far more understandable:

"Sexual activity: none. Yes, that tracks." ]

Hey! [ his face goes bright red. ] What does that even mean?! And why does that matter?!

( some basic info on robyn can be found over here ♥ as of right now i'm undecided as to whether he's a warrior of light or a non-WoL OC, but for now i'm willing to play him both ways, and in either case he is up to date with events through patch 4.2! if you want to plot or ask anything, feel free to hit me up at futuristics! )