robbie-becker

[robbie-becker]

CLOSED STARTER for @kaceyonthemic

Finding Kacey ends up being more of a challenge than Robbie originally expected, but in the crowd of bodies and foam, as it periodically falls, he thinks he might be putting more focus in trying to not get shot right in the eye.

It looks like soap, it would probably burn.

"Hey!"

It's about when he was going to assume the guy ghosted him that Robbie sees him. He doesn't pull out his phone to see if the Hinge profile picture matches and takes a shot in the dark. "You're Kacey, right? With all of the foam, and the people, I almost couldn't find you. What's up?"

[robbie-becker]

OPEN STARTER @aurorabaystarter at the beach CLOSED ANYTHING REPLIED TO AFTER 12:30 AM 6/16 WILL NOT BE ANSWERED

Robbie pulls a weathered plastic fork from the sand, wearing a rather placid look for stumbling upon his version of a crime scene.

“Another one,” he mutters, dropping it into his bag with exaggerated disgust. "It's barely the start of the season!" He sifts through and wanders a couple more feet down the boardwalk until he catches what he thinks is someone watching him.

“Let me guess — just observing? Most people do as plastic pollutes everything.”

[robbie-becker]

Some part of the California heat has made Robbie's hasty return back to this little beach town near regrettable. Port Hope can get hot, this this SoCal sunshine has already branded him with sunburn on the back of his neck. The only reprieve is that it is considerably less humid.

He is running through these internalized complaints, listing out the pros and cons, when he hears a voice, and at first ignores it until he does realize it is meant for him.

"Hi," he answers, turning from the spot he is standing. "That all depends - are you posting your insta story for any important reason, or just fun? Because if it's just fun I'll give you pose. But if it's something important, I don't want to distract from it."

@isabellahq

location: beach

with summer just around the corner, isabella found herself spending a day on the beach. it was the perfect day to soak up some sun and maybe wade into the water later on. with school just out, the beach buzzed with students enjoying the start of their freedom as well. stretching out on her blanket, isa pulled out her phone to snap a photo of the sparkling waves. however, just as she was about to take the shot, someone stepped directly into the frame. " hello? " she called out, her tone light and teasing as she tried to grab their attention. " can you move a little to the side? unless you want to be the highlight of my instagram story, then please strike a pose. " // @aurorabaystarter

[robbie-becker]

ROBERT BECKER

Full Name: Robert Gage Becker

Nickname: Robbie

Pronouns & Gender: cis male & he/him

Birthplace: Port Hope, Canada

Age: 25

Orientation: biromantic & gray-ace

Status: single

Occupation: college student/Maid service at Seascape

Education: High School Diploma / double majoring to earn his Bachelor’s in Environmental Science & Sociology

Residence: Currently at Aurora Bay Towers, tentatively will be at Ocean Crest Apartments

Family: Michael Becker (dad), Cassidy Becker (mom - deceased), Lucas Becker (younger brother), Annie Becker (younger sister)

Time in Aurora Bay: Three and a Half Years - left briefly from February 2025 to June 2025 (sea backstory)

Face Claim: Asa Germann

tw heart attack mention, tw death

— HISTORY

Born to Michael and Cassidy Becker, preceding his younger brother Luke and younger sister Annie, Robbie was born in Port Hope, Canada. Both of his parents were professors in local colleges after they had each individually worked at University of Toronto and York University. They had since settled down to create a life together which led to the move to Port Hope.

He was not planned out. Michael was in his fifties, while Cassidy in her late forties. His mom was overjoyed as she always wanted a child, and this just spurred on the desire for them to build a larger family.

Unfortunately, for everyone, Cassidy only survived a few years after her daughter was born (Robbie was ten). A heart attack that no one was expecting took her far too early, after that day the family never recovered.

Michael became more reclusive, keeping the kids out of his study, and they learned to fend for themselves very early on. It wasn't terrible neglect. They did just fine. Money was never an issue for the Becker family as Michael's family had generational wealth built up over nearly two centuries. There was a roof over their heads, food in the fridge and clothing on their back. Robbie took over to make sure his younger siblings would make it to school and keep their grades up.

It was about when he was fifteen, his father started to come out of his depressive funk. It was a gradual adjustment with Michael trying to fit himself back into their lives, but it wasn't a great challenge. After all, the kids weren't the ones that shut him out. It'd been the other way around. The hardest part was Annie because she barely had a relationship with him when tragedy struck.

That spurred on an unintentional rift between Robbie and Michael as he focused on trying to build something with his daughter. He asked more and more of Annie’s time while Robbie and Lucas found companionship in one another.

Not as studious as his brother, Robbie found more joy in after school activities that didn't involve a ball or excessive athleticism. One of his favorites was debate club, and the next was environmental club. He, along with a few students on the class council and others just as passionate, became the group in their school to begin running drives for various community issues.

This exposure to social and environmental issues in his more formative years sparked a desire for being involved to the most of his ability. It also developed his very anti-capitalistic approach to life, and in turn, a deep passion for advocating and supporting projects meant to better the world.

(It has also, in some ways, made him a bit insufferable to be around at points, but he's also unapologetic about stepping on toes.)

Because of this, the intended gap year break post high school graduation turned into three years. It wasn't until he was twenty-one he decided to pursue a college education. There also might have been a push from his father, who only seemed invested in Robbie's choices because he was still living on his dime. It was 'go to college or get a job and move out', so college it was.

He chose Aurora Bay because of the small town feel, and college there is cheaper than the well known Berkeley. With no stellar grades or scholarships, the lighter tuition to shoulder was the course of action. He is still living on campus, but has been scoping out Ocean Crest to move into when he graduates, assuming he doesn't apply for his Masters.

-- FEBRUARY 2025 TO JUNE 2025

Robbie had gone back home to Canada due to a medical scare with his sister. Despite that pushing his graduation back to spring of 2026, he wanted to be there to be supportive to everyone, and now that she is on the mend, he made an early return so he can get back into work, saving money, and preparing for the winter 2025 semester.

TRAITS

positive: sensible, passionate

neutral: modest, purposeful

negative: uptight, self-critical

HEADCANONS

⊹ very eco-conscious. annoyingly so. rides his bike everywhere, might side-eye you for using a plastic straw, or for not second-hand shopping. don’t ask him about how he runs his AC at a breezy 62 degrees, though. he can get a little defensive about it.

⊹ speaking of, nearly everything he owns he’s gotten as a hand-me-down or thrifted. he also runs and moderates a ‘buy nothing’ facebook group.

⊹ he’s only in the US with his approved I-20 Certificate of Eligibility for while he studies. as for after graduation? he’s not sure about whether he wants to stay or not, so there is little thought put into his long term goals.

⊹ he used to do cottage rental cleaning in Port Hope, so applying for the maid service at Seascape was a no brainer. he also likes to use it as an opportunity to pocket anything that he’s certain the guests aren’t coming back for. jewelry and cash get turned in with first dibs after the claim window ends (finders keepers), but sealed food and beverages make their way into his bag.

⊹ everything has a plan. everything has a place. scheduled times are to be met, and if you’re late, instant ick. he also has an obsession with organizing his pantry with labeled glass containers.

⊹ mediocre at skeet shooting, pretty good at ax throwing, terrible at any contact sports.

⊹ he started college at age twenty-one after taking a few years off post-graduation. what did he do those years? bounce around to attend various environmental and conservation protests and immerse himself in activist life. He has also attended protests for various social issues, that of which he is very vocal about. he has long since calmed down while in california to keep his nose clean.

⊹ loves anything lemon flavored. give him all of your yellow starburst! but be warned, if you sneak a banana flavored candy in there he will probably hate you.

⊹ there is a seagull he’s named nugget that he feeds from his apartment balcony. he utilizes the companionship to get it to baptize the cars of tenants he doesn’t like. you know, symbiotic relationships and all.

⊹ does not say ‘eh’.

CONNECTIONS

Brand new muse, as I join Club 14. He’s not a native, but he’s not a stranger to some United States territory. Long-term childhood best friends are unlikely, however, there is a possibility of maybe a friend met on a family vacation? Before cell phones were big, so really young and they started as pen pals. Family vacations staggered off after age ten.

I’m not sure if anyone would want to room with him, could be past roommates too? He moved into Ocean Crest at the start of his previous college year, ex-resident of Aurora Bay Towers. 

Current romantic connections will be explored on the dash, but past anything I am open to discussing. I will not lock him into an end game as he is brand new, but college is a potentially chaotic and messy time when exploring that part of yourself, so have at it.

♡ @theameliaxevans - college peer and party friend. yes, wes, look away. no trouble to be seen here!

♡ @edenxoconnell - ex-boyfriend of, has a bit a bad blood against due to the manner of which their break-up occurred. but also didn't turn down an opportunity to hook-up at a college mixer.

♡ @solaadisa - double trouble in SoCal's activist scene. also, cheers to having a pseudo-older sister!

LINKS

⊹ pinterest.

⊹ inspo.

⊹ soundtrack.

⊹ personal playlist.

@aurorabayaesthetic

[robbie-becker]

"No, this is... this is fun."

Robbie is looking overhead to the gentle sway of shark tales and the shine of fish scales while schools move overhead. The initial step into the tunnel was a bit freaky, being enclosed and surrounded by water without actually being in it really played with the mind, but the illuminated tanks are pretty.

"Kinda freaky, isn't it? Only thing keeping it from eating us is enough glass. I wonder if it can see us looking in, or if it's blissfully unaware." Robbie narrows his eyes. "I think I'd rather be blissfully unaware if I was in an exhibit being stared at."

@lucydriscoll

Starter: Open @aurorabaystarter (Feel free to assume connections!) Where: Aquatica

Lucy sits on a bench in the middle of the shark tunnel, looking directly up a large stingray that shared the tank gently swim over her. Delighted, she looks like a kid in a candy store watching the cartilaginous fish mosey on by.

"Look how massive it is!" She turns to her company beside her, palms clasping together im the midst of her glee. "Okay, okay, I promise we can keep moving on now. I just wanted to see the Stingray go over one more time."

[robbie-becker]

🍎 + robbie (rip)

"I've always thought I'd be a kickass older sister. Like, I really wanted that built-in best friend kind of deal. My parents could hardly afford me, so I get why they didn't have more, but Robbie's kinda filled that gap after my mom basically adopted him. He's a good listener, which is awesome because I talk too much, and I like that he's really passionate about stuff that really matters. It definitely makes me wanna be better too."

"If Canada doesn't let him go soon, I'm gonna get out there and kidnap him myself."

[robbie-becker]

[robbie-becker]

“Opinions are fine, until they invalidate someone’s existence.”

— NSA (via stability)

[robbie-becker]

talk about Isla

“Oh. Oof, alright. We’re definitely not on good terms right now. It’s my fault, but it’s also kinda hers. I’ll let it roll off my shoulders. What I did upset her for how it was perceived, but it’s something I can’t elaborate on without kinda talking negatively about someone else I care about.

I don’t want to hurt either, but if I have to pick one, it’ll be her. Besides, I don’t want to risk hearing her say my reasoning for ditching her on Halloween was dumb in any way, because that might start a fight.

One I will lose, because of who Isla is, but one I wouldn’t back down from either.”

@itsisla-dubois

[robbie-becker]

16, 19, 25

16. does your muse enjoy snacking? what do they snack on?

“Not much of a snacker, but if it’s middle of the day and I’m feeling hungry before dinner, a handful of cashews will get the job done. I go to this cool ‘no bag’ store. Just bring an empty glass jar and fill it up.”

19. how does your muse sit? do they take up space, or keep to themselves?

“What? I guess normally? I take up space, but not more than I need. Are you asking about man-spreading? I don’t do that unless I have the seat to myself, and I definitely like to prop my legs up on the coffee table and sink into the couch cushions to properly rot away on a lazy day.”

25. what is your muse's opinion on gossip? do they ever gossip, encourage it, discourage it?

“Neutral. I won’t encourage it, but I won’t not eavesdrop if I hear a juicy story.”

[robbie-becker]

💘

💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

“Currently? As in, right now? I’m definitely not crushing on anyone. I still love Eden in a way, and Isla and I — I guess I squashed that fun casual thing, but it’s alright. I don’t have my eyes set on anyone at the moment. Unless we can go with a celebrity crush. I recently watched Gladiator II, and I definitely have a crush on Paul Mescal’s thighs.”

[robbie-becker]

👑

…someone my muse is jealous of.

“Not anyone I could think of. That’s not to say I’m not capable of feeling jealous, I just currently don’t have any beef with anyone for whatever reason.”

[robbie-becker]

When Isla whips around, Robbie lets go and holds both of his hands up in defense. His eyes are wide as the moon, and okay. Right. This is a reminder of why one should never ‘poke the bear’. “Begging is a strong word,” he starts, then catches himself to backtrack. “I didn’t mean anything negative about that, I did want it. But begging?”

As for the reason — Robbie clenches his jaw and his eyes dart down to the floor for a moment. It is a good reason by his standards, but he isn’t sure Eden would appreciate it if he told Isla it was because he found her sloppily drunk and wanted to get her back to her place safely.

“I did?” he questions, and right. He fanned this fire. “Yes, I did, because I wanted to say sorry because I mean it. Maybe I shouldn’t have, especially here, so we can put a pin in it.” Would she, or did Robbie burn this bridge?

He considers backing down, the half-step backward clueing in on the silent decision, he really does. What she says last sours his mood, and Robbie dead stares at Isla. “Really? You think that’s what this is all about? Eden and I can be broken up for years, but I’ll still care about her. It doesn't mean I'm caught up in my feelings.”

Love without being in love, it’s how he views it.

“So yes, if she needs my help, I'll be there. Didn't think that was such a foreign concept.”

@itsisla-dubois

the grip on her wrist caused her to turn around quickly, her eyes narrowed down at him. "then please enlighten me. what could have made you completely disappear after basically begging for my attention?" a small pause sat there before she continued. "I'll wait." maybe she was exaggerating her hurt, but there was a real sense of disappointment behind her words. even if she never bet real feelings when dealing with her conquests, it was a sobering feeling to have them just toss her to the side. it made her feel weak. powerless. the lack of control was worse than anything. so, while this was an exercise in causing chaos (the kind she and rowan had spoken about stirring up), an unexpected truth lined the feigned anger.

"me stop?" she asked with a laugh of pure disbelief. "I'm sorry, just who came up to who again?" isla tossed her hair over her shoulder as she shook her head. "here I am, just trying to enjoy my night, and you come in with some half-assed apology and now you're telling me to stop. I'd find it hilariously cliche of a man if you didn't make it sound so damn pathetic."

glittery glossed lips rested on her glass as she took another sip of her champagne. "not that you deserve it, but I'll give you a little tip: either get your shit together and treat me with some human decency or keep me out of your fucking 'feelings-for-my-ex' drama." an eyebrow arched as she gave him a once-over. "oh, and grow up. ex drama is so high school."

[robbie-becker]

“If they’re checking out today, then yeah, I should.” At the moment, Robbie is in between rooms. Check-outs don’t start for another two hours, and he’s done the requested towel deliveries to those who needed extra for the pool or their hair or whatever reason. 

He didn’t listen, or care, he just brought them up. He is interested, then concerned when he warily presses, “Am I expecting vomit and shit everywhere, or a potential murder cleanup? Honestly hoping for the latter.”

@shilohsharma

starter for: @robbie-becker location: seascape

"Do you have the Deluxe suite on your cleaning schedule for the day? Because I just want to warn you that when I checked them out this morning they looked like they had a rough night."

[robbie-becker]

"Fortunately, Seascape isn't on board with the reusable glassware, so I came empty handed. Sure, it risks broken glass, but not choking sea turtles." There's a certain class to be expected from people here. The entire dress code is formal enough, Robbie is sure if someone drops a champagne flute, they'll be cut off that instant unless they have reasonable cause for it. It's an assumption, if anything, but he doesn't have to track down his own cup.

"Even though I have an emotional attachment to the thing, I'll be alright. Thank you for your concern."

It's not the reason Eden brought it up. Her playful tease isn't missed, and he nudges her with his elbow to lead her away from Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt so he can reclaim the second glass. The first is quickly finished on the way, and Robbie learns why champagne isn't to be chugged.

"Having a good night? Or a better one than Halloween? You are considerably more sober."

@edenxoconnell

Eden hadn't fully planned on going to the ball but she'd found a pretty gown months ago and she felt like she couldn't possibly let it go to waste. She decided she'd go for a few hours at least, and if it really sucked she could leave even earlier than that. It wasn't so bad so far though, and she'd been spending a lot of time hanging out with a few of her friends.

She'd just left the Seascape's bathroom and was headed towards one of the tables when she heard a familiar voice call to her. She turned and saw Robbie, being... Robbie. She couldn't help the little laugh that escaped her and she played along, happily taking the stem of the glass between her thumb and forefinger.

"You didn't bring your own cup? Could've totally just gotten him to pour you a glass from the bottle." She teased.

@robbie-becker

[robbie-becker]

"Arguably, the Thursday works better for those who get the four day weekend. But I know that doesn't work for everyone."

Pros and cons to every side, Robbie only knows the difference from deciding to study in California rather than Ontario. Though sometimes he thinks he could have gained more by staying closer to Toronto, he doesn't regret spending his winters in sunny California.

He grabs the handlebar grips to his bike and leans back, head tilted so he can stare up at the cloudless sky. "Right. That makes sense, doesn't it?" Robbie looks back down at Bas, his brows lifted in interest. "Bowling it is. Game on me, and I can get you all the greasy bowling alley food you want." The ever extensive list of 'hot dog, pretzel, and nachos' definitely made it such a tough choice in which way someone would want to conjure up an episode of heart burn.

"Be prepared to be impressed with my 85 score. I'm so good at bowling. Especially if 'bowling' means hitting gutter bowls, then it makes me a pro."

@basaaragon

"Monday seems like a far better day for a holiday than a Thursday." All the people that had to travel mostly had to take work off to get home in time. "No, but I don't really go out to the bars before Thanksgiving either." Bas shrugged. "Well actually, I don't really go out to the bars that often." Unless he was out with a friend from work.

Thanksgiving was a different holiday for him now. He missed the way his home used to be. It felt like such a drag being around his family that only seemed broken. But he tried. He still tried. Maybe one day things could go back to normal. Bas had no idea when or if that would ever happen.

"I guess so. They always seem so wild to me. Like I get the whole freedom thing—you know that first taste of freedom—but I guess I've grown past that phase." He shrugged again. "Bowling sounds fun. Actually anything sounds fun. Being out and about instead of in my apartment."

[robbie-becker]

"Figured as much. I'll pretend it's my face that's memorable, because if it's something else, it's probably not a good thing."

With a penchant for being nit picky about the most minuscule things, Robbie can only guess. He also knows seeing Adile most days during the week during their shifts plays a part, so he doesn't take any offense to the thought. His coworkers frequent his life more than his own family at this point.

"Only one bottle of rum, with about a fifth missing from it, but it's more than enough for us." He fully emerges from behind the plant to lead her to the housekeeping supply room. "Really, we shouldn't finish it, we won't be able to get off the floor somewhere, and we don't need Jasper finding us assed out in one of the hallways, or out by the pool or something."

@adiletopal

Adile was lost in her own world when she heard Robbie attempting to get her attention. It didn't take much. She knew that it had been a weird idea to come to the place she worked on her day off—and not to mention, she'd probably be the one to clean all of this up tomorrow. But she was mesmerized all of the glittering people. That had been the world she was supposed to belong to. Instead she was having a lot more fun with her freedom.

"Yes, I think I'd recognize you anywhere." It hadn't meant to sound insulting. She turned to him and walked closer to the plant. Ditching this party did seem like something she wanted to do right now. At least until closer to the end of the night—or when the countdown began.

"Only one bottle of rum?" she teased. "That sounds like a lot of fun."