Robin Arellano was his name. He had shoulder length black hair, with a dark green bandana he always wore around his forehead. He was Hispanic, 5’4 with brown eyes. Robin was in the bathroom at his school, wrapping tape carelessly around his bloody knuckles. He had fought a kid named Moose, for calling him a Hispanic slur. Robin was mostly unfazed, the wounds only stung a bit. But, he made sure to get his point across, so he was cool with it.