Lisa "Robin Hood" Baker

[Lisa Baker]

"I'm going to kiss him then kill him!"

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_{Hello, my name is; Cookie, or Lamia
And I have been roleplaying for; Three years
My other characters are; Garret Dunstan
And my time zone is; +7/8 GMT, Philippines}
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A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Oh, someone that you think that you can trust
Is just another way to die.

Name; Lisa Marie Baker
Nicknames; Lili, Leese, Robin Hood, Locksley
Age; Twenty-four
Date of Birth; 13th November, 1985
Nationality; Anglo Saxon
Orientation; Heterosexual
Medical Information; Resistant to some medicines and allergic to others because of funky anti-bodies
Occupation/team; Historian and Modern Robn Hood, the latter "undercover"
Languages spoken/accent; English, parts of various European languages, some Welsh, with a strong Nottingham accent

Scars; A scar on her left shoulder from where a bullet clipped her, and one on her coccyx following a childhood fall from a dare from Felix - then again, the one she gave him is worse
Tattoos/Piercings; The generic ears-pierced-once
Height; 5"3
Weight; 121lb
Eyes; Forest green, with flecks of darker and lighter shades
Hair; Naturally ginger but farily vivid, cut in a wiry crop
Build; Lithe, but fairly short
Distingushing features; Incredibly freckly, with darker skin for a Brit and a ski-jump nose

Appearance; Lisa Baker doesn’t exactly look the part of her nightlife alibi, at least not how the stories portray her. She’s actually fairly short and lithe, almost pixie-like although you’d be looking for a doctor to reset your nose if you pointed it out to her. Her skin is darker than you’d expect of someone born and bred in Nottingham, but that’s what comes of an active life, and it fuses well with her naturally quite vivid ginger hair – cut in a sort of wild crop cut – and forest green eyes; in fact, every now and then she finds herself explaining how she is not in fact Irish, as far as she knows. Felix once called her ski-jump nose cute, and there is certainly something sexy about her in an imperfect I’m-not-really-trying-to-impress-you kind of way.

In the daytime, you’d be hard pressed to find Lisa in anything pink or remotely feminine. Lisa in a dress could easily symbolize the dawn of the Apocalypse. Now, a t-shirt and a pair of boot-cut/boy-fit jeans or plaid baggy trousers would be more like her, or a casual shirt and black trousers for her day job in the museum. Whenever she can she prefers to walk around in her bare feet, and she is rarely seen in anything other than a pair of comfortable flip-flops or pumps. She tends to carry around a black satchel, with a couple of ironic keyrings, containing her tools for both jobs and general miscellanea.

At night, her looks takes on a darker tone. Dressed all in black from head to foot, she tops off the attire with a quiver of bows over one shoulder, tipped with green feathers, a large dark wooden bow, and of course the green masquerade mask and the red feathers sewn into her hair. A balaclava if need be, or a pair of gloves to avoid fingerprints, sometimes completes the look. That same black satchel she carries around at work is replaced by a tool-belt.

Likes;
{+} Whiskey or Scotch
{+} Robin Hood - the stories and legends
{+} Rock music
{+} Indiana Jones
{+} The cold/snow/rain
{+} "Maggie Treasure", and The Nottingham Diamond
{+} Her night job
{+} Anonymity
{+} Felix

Dislikes;
{-} The Government
{-} Paladins, and most of the rival Merry Men
{-} Closed areas
{-} Overly feminine attire
{-} People, to an extent
{-} Horror movies
{-} Sleeping in
{-} Being controlled
{-} Felix

Personality; The Lisa most people see isn’t exactly historian material – the only way you could say she was her job would be to compare her to a rogue Indiana Jones. Lisa is the kind of historian who likes to be out there, finding and making history, and she doesn’t exactly sit still. Ever. A foot tap, a finger drill, a hair ruffle… You name it. But that’s not to say she isn’t dedicated and focused. Give her a job, and she’ll complete it, as long as it doesn’t conflict with her moral code or her beliefs. Really, this is a pretty important attribute during her night job.

Lisa likes to think of herself as Robin Hood. Somewhere in the middle of the strong sarcasm, witty comebacks, spontaneous impulses, occasional physical attacks and the sometimes hard to comprehend Nottingham accent there is definitely a woman who would give her last bottle of water to a busker during Armageddon. Lisa genuinely wants to help the homeless, even if her magpie urges do get the better of her on occasion. She’s also very flirtatious, as Felix knows especially, and won’t hesitate to put on the feminine charm to get what she wants. Surprisingly this doesn’t happen all too often, because she prefers being elusive… But she does consider Felix’s methods a little drastic.

As Robin Hood, the alibi which the underworld and the media has come to know her as, Lisa is more violent and reckless. She’s reckless anyway, so think about that one. She has a pretty short temper, and uses her pistol and bow and arrow quite a lot when snappy. She does however possess a particular moral code: No killing unless it’s live and let die, no heavy extortion, no violence towards innocent people. Although she doesn’t trust that many people, so innocent people is a slim criteria to fit.

Phobias/fears; Claustrophobia, and the fear of exposure
Strengths; High alcohol tolerance, loyal, good shot with a bow and arrow, elusive, sharp-tongued and good at using her feminine wiles
Weaknesses; Slightly neurotic, short, short tempered, immune to some medicines, reckless and crap at reading a map
Skills; Brilliant archer, very knowledgable in local history, very flexible, can shoot a gun at close range and is fast
Powers; n/a

Relationships;
{+} Oliver Something “Felix” Evans: How do you describe this relationship? You don’t, you let it be. Felix and Lisa can easily take the concept of a love-hate relationship at a whole new meaning. They met in the first few years of primary school, struck up a ‘friendship’ when Felix made it known that he was the only one around to hurt her, and by university had dated on and off every few years. You could say they’re best friends. However, you couldn’t say that either trusted the other with their life, as close as they may be; both knew how reckless that would be. But two years after university graduation, and two years after the Robin Hood gig began, they had the argument to end all arguments and have barely spoken since, deviating into uncomfortable rivals while their feelings for each still stand.
Oh yeah, and Lisa’s the one who started calling Oliver Felix. Long story short, it annoyed Oliver’s mother.
{-} Matilda “Matt” Evans: Lisa doesn’t like Matt, Matt doesn’t like Lisa, it’s a stable relationship at least. As far as Lisa knows Matt’s hatred stems from the idea that Lisa was stealing Felix, or something. Matt just sort of creeps Lisa out, and Lisa dislikes how Matt seems to enjoy her work with the Paladins and the number of Lisa’s drinks that Matt spiked over the years.
{-} The Paladins: Because Lisa tends to give them the most trouble, things were never really happy between them. After all, they do try to kill her on a regular occasion.
{-} The Merry Men: Felix’s team consider Lisa somewhat of a charlatan, and she’s still sore about the quarrel and the unresolved issues. But they are fairly friendly rivals, in the sense that neither tries to kill the other/s.
{-} Her parents: Lisa hasn't contacted Annie and Gordon Baker since they effectively kicked her out of the house at the age of sixteen. As a child they kept thier distances, and Lisa was really mostly independant from her family, with the exception of her one living grandad.
{+} Grandpa Gregory: Gregory Baker, Lisa's grandad, died two years ago, but remained Lisa's closest relative till the end, and the only person outside of the business to know Robin Hood's identity.
{-} The Mayor: Relations are taut between the pair - Lisa makes a point of not confronting the man who put yet another bounty on thier heads only because she doesn't trust herself not to beat the living daylights out of him.

History; Lisa had a generic childhood, coming up to school. As an only child of parents both in corporate business, she never really saw them, to be frank, and it suited her. She liked the quiet, where she could do what she liked, and from the age of four her parents would let her go down to the park on her own or round the corner to the shop. They didn’t really know how far she often went, and they didn’t really care.

No, Lisa’s life, as she defines the term, began in her first year of primary school and a public if sophisticated institution in the centre of Nottingham. It wasn’t long into the term that a certain Johnny Granger tried to steal her lunch and found a well-place fork through his jumper, and after that she spent most of her time with Oliver, the fork’s wielder. In and out of heists (including the one which gained her the coccyx scar after Oliver dared her to jump off the top of the climbing frame in primary two) but always managing to avoid detention through persuasion, the two became inseparable, Lisa taking the position of Oliver’s twin sister quickly. They would later become best friends.

It was in secondary school that Lisa gave Oliver the name Felix. They both got into a load of fights, often bloody, but Oliver had a habit of walking away where the other did not, smiling his head off. Felix came from the word feliz (happy) in their languages class, and a subtle reference to Felix Leiter from James Bond, and it stuck. It was also in their last few years of highschool that they first began to date – after all, it was only a matter of time before that friendship became a little bit more. On and off, mostly in secret, Lisa lost certain things to Felix at the age of eighteen, but it was never serious. There was love, but it was too complicated, and neither pursued it.

They both also went through their movie geek phase, during those years joined at the hip, especially Indiana Jones and Robin Hood. Both of them still retain some of the merchandise, although later in life Lisa had to sell a lot of hers to get herself through university, considering at the age of sixteen her parents finally gave up pretending to care and kicked her out, forcing her into paying rent to Felix’s mother to live in the unused garage. Felix forced Lisa to go to the graduation ball with him; she forced him to wear a James Bond tux, and has the photos to prove it.

High school kick started the Modern Robin Hood ideas. For the first time Matt and Lisa were in the same school, and Lisa’s anarchist stance coupled with how she and Felix both hated the poverty in Nottingham led them to calling upon Matt’s lock-picking and electrical prowess once they graduated. Matt got them in, and the town of them did what they needed to do, both in the Robin Hood area and in Felix’s side some personal gain.

Which was why they argued. Lisa disagreed with his stance, he saw no reason why he couldn’t get a little on the side to support them all… Lisa moved out of their shared flat, split their group and went solo, and within a year had picked up the persona of “Robin Hood” by the press and underworld, and joined the police most wanted list. She went to university, graduated in History, and kept up the rivalry between Felix’s team.

Two years after they had originally created the team the supernatural Paladins came into play, and after she was almost caught (and got shot in the shoulder) by them, Lisa drew into a more careful less grandiose method of work, which was surprisingly more effective. On those rare times when she met and clashed with Felix, both were pretty cold to each other despite the feelings they still admittedly felt. Growing notorious, there’s a pretty high bounty from not only the police but also various mafia-like gangs for Robin Hood, remaining anonymous. And people wonder why…

Achievements;
{+} BsC in History, specialising in local Nottingham history and legends
{+} Being alive. That’s always nice
{+} Successfully donated near to $3000 to the homeless and needy, to date

Long-term Goals;
{+} $10,000 stolen and donated without arrest
{+} Winning over Felix
{+} Disbanding The Paladin Guards

Play by; Alison Lohman, photoshopped for ginger hair

Roleplay Sample;
(Something between Lisa and a character of Mephie's set in the Modern Robin Hood "world", cut off when it is for good reason. I wrote it to test my writing limits.)

“How much did you drink?” Felix asked suspiciously, eyeing the empty bottles on his bed. He nonchalantly held Lisa – who much to his pleasure appeared to have been sleeping in only her bloody shirt and a pair of cute turquoise pants – gently at arm’s length.

“Is that a yes?” Lisa persisted, confirming Felix’s thoughts that she was less than sober, albeit surprisingly coherent and coordinated given the circumstances. The shock of her latest as-near-death-as-she-would-like-to-be experience was temporarily forgotten, only to be replaced by a state of mind she typically found even scarier; Adolescence – Those days when buying half of a shag-carpeted van had seemed like a good idea. Nowadays the request she had just made was generally in reverse. And it had been a long time, if ever, since it hadn’t been when Felix Evans was involved.

But then again, when they’d made it back to his house (Lisa, being armed, hadn’t objected for the usual hour) Felix had unbelievably given her the bed to sleep in. He hadn’t even tried to join her… More than once. And so Lisa had rationalized pouring herself a glass of the Scotch she’d found in his wardrobe with the same logic. After all, it was just one glass to help her sleep.

Or two bottles.

Given the evidence when he’d walked into the room, Lisa guessed her old friend must’ve had glass or two himself if he’d had to ask the question at all – After all, he’d probably seen her drunk more times than she’d care to remember. And vice versa.

At the very least, when she’d tripped over the sofa in the dark to land on top of his half asleep figure, a blanket up to his still clothed waist, he’d been functional enough to understand her apology and follow her back to the room when she’d returned with a large glass of water. Not that said water had at this point made it to her lips, noted Felix, as his face now broke into a wide grin. He pushed the bottles off the bed and onto the floor, nudging them safely out of range under the bed with one foot as he pulled the shoe off of his other foot.

“Is there any left?”

“Not a drop.”

“Then it’s just was well I was saving those for a special occasion.” Felix concluded.

Lisa aimed her hand for the glass of water. Felix laughed softly, taking her wrist and moving it away from the drink – Both of the variably-filled glasses resting on the table. He moved her wrist to his mouth, and put the cuts on her palms to his mouth, as Lisa frowned. “So enlighten me, dear,” she began, a hint of expected Lisa behaviour present in the sarcasm despite her confusion, “that’s-”

“Yeah.” Felix pulled her closer as his words clicked in the cogs of her subconscious, and laid her down on the bed resolutely. “That is a yes. And it broke my record of fifty-eight minutes to make it happen.”

It took only a matter of seconds for the inevitable result to occur. Lisa clutched the front of Felix’s shirt as she settled into place on his hips, but his surprised expression lasted very little time. Their faces now centimeters apart, they both moved at exactly the same time, mouths meeting as though inconsolably magnetised, and as Lisa’s cold hands sought the zip of his trousers Felix’s warmer digits immediately found the clasp of her bra through the cotton of her shirt.

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