Post by exemplarity on Feb 11, 2013 20:31:24 GMT -5
Name: Roxy Lalonde
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Roxy is 5'4 and 110 pounds (she was previously a little malnourished but has been gaining weight since her capture), she has messy white-blonde hair and bright pink eyes. Her skin is pale and sensitive to the sun. She has two long scars down her back, which she is unaware of.
Personality:
Roxy likes to win in any way she can, and hates backing down from anything she interprets as a dare. She is not above acting stupid or intoxicated to accomplish something. Because of this, Roxy is often underestimated. She does most things asked of her, doing her best to not appear as a threat but working quietly to make the lives of her opressors difficult. She is very outspoken, and her mother was of the belief that she uses humour to deflect bad things. Being very paranoid she does not trust easily, but approaches everyone in a friendly manner in hopes of making allies, or at least getting to size them up.
Roxy is a quiet kind of leader who prefers to pull the strings, and taking from the wealthy to give to those in need doesn't bother her. Roxy can be quite the risk-taker. She is often playful at inappropriate times and can be too giving.
Skills:
She is capable with both guns and computers. She is also able to go around and gather information without attracting attention.
Fears:
Roxy is afraid of few things but the fears she have drive what she does every day. She dreads being alone and in small spaces. She is also constantly on the lookout for ways she could be watched, from hidden cameras to bugs. Although she'd never admit it, her greatest fear is losing herself and becoming a true pet, a slave in every sense of the word.
Weaknesses:
Roxy underestimates risks and was formerly dependant on alcohol. She is not overly strong and is very sensitive to the sun. Compliments make her painfully uncomfortable, as does physical affection to a lesser degree.
History:
Roxy was raised by her mother who helped lead the resistance against troll rule. They were seperated a few years ago when their camp was raided, and Roxy believes her to still be alive. She lost contact with her group and was searching for them when she was captured.
Roleplay Sample:
Roxy placed her drink down on the forest floor and coughed, her eyes watering slightly. Damn, the burn never quite goes away, does it? Looking mournfully at the remains of her stash, (about a swig of gin, a fifth of vodka, and a bag of cheesies) she realized that tomorrow she would have to get supplies. It'd be her first run since she lost her group. Hit with a wave of dread, she wondered what her mom was doing right now.
Was she fine? A slave? Dead?
Physically shaking herself out of that train of thought, she began deciding on a plan of action. Wondering if she could pass for a simple household servant buying groceries, Roxy angled her head down at herself to examine her clothing. What she saw was filthy, nondescript. No identifying symbols like that of your regular slave. No collar around her neck. Her skin was clear from the basic signs of training and punishment, but not shining with health like the fortunate who were treated and fed well. Not to mention she hadn't a dime to her name.
"Ah, fucking fuck."
Defeated, she fell back onto the ground beneath her and focused instead of the calming sensation of alcohol entering her system. Warmed to her core she closed her eyes, vowing to figure it out in the morning.
Player Information:
Nickname(s): Nicole/Cola
Cbox handle: exemplarity
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: I've been writing for a while, and started roleplaying roughly a year ago.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Roxy is 5'4 and 110 pounds (she was previously a little malnourished but has been gaining weight since her capture), she has messy white-blonde hair and bright pink eyes. Her skin is pale and sensitive to the sun. She has two long scars down her back, which she is unaware of.
Personality:
Roxy likes to win in any way she can, and hates backing down from anything she interprets as a dare. She is not above acting stupid or intoxicated to accomplish something. Because of this, Roxy is often underestimated. She does most things asked of her, doing her best to not appear as a threat but working quietly to make the lives of her opressors difficult. She is very outspoken, and her mother was of the belief that she uses humour to deflect bad things. Being very paranoid she does not trust easily, but approaches everyone in a friendly manner in hopes of making allies, or at least getting to size them up.
Roxy is a quiet kind of leader who prefers to pull the strings, and taking from the wealthy to give to those in need doesn't bother her. Roxy can be quite the risk-taker. She is often playful at inappropriate times and can be too giving.
Skills:
She is capable with both guns and computers. She is also able to go around and gather information without attracting attention.
Fears:
Roxy is afraid of few things but the fears she have drive what she does every day. She dreads being alone and in small spaces. She is also constantly on the lookout for ways she could be watched, from hidden cameras to bugs. Although she'd never admit it, her greatest fear is losing herself and becoming a true pet, a slave in every sense of the word.
Weaknesses:
Roxy underestimates risks and was formerly dependant on alcohol. She is not overly strong and is very sensitive to the sun. Compliments make her painfully uncomfortable, as does physical affection to a lesser degree.
History:
Roxy was raised by her mother who helped lead the resistance against troll rule. They were seperated a few years ago when their camp was raided, and Roxy believes her to still be alive. She lost contact with her group and was searching for them when she was captured.
Roleplay Sample:
Roxy placed her drink down on the forest floor and coughed, her eyes watering slightly. Damn, the burn never quite goes away, does it? Looking mournfully at the remains of her stash, (about a swig of gin, a fifth of vodka, and a bag of cheesies) she realized that tomorrow she would have to get supplies. It'd be her first run since she lost her group. Hit with a wave of dread, she wondered what her mom was doing right now.
Was she fine? A slave? Dead?
Physically shaking herself out of that train of thought, she began deciding on a plan of action. Wondering if she could pass for a simple household servant buying groceries, Roxy angled her head down at herself to examine her clothing. What she saw was filthy, nondescript. No identifying symbols like that of your regular slave. No collar around her neck. Her skin was clear from the basic signs of training and punishment, but not shining with health like the fortunate who were treated and fed well. Not to mention she hadn't a dime to her name.
"Ah, fucking fuck."
Defeated, she fell back onto the ground beneath her and focused instead of the calming sensation of alcohol entering her system. Warmed to her core she closed her eyes, vowing to figure it out in the morning.
Player Information:
Nickname(s): Nicole/Cola
Cbox handle: exemplarity
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: I've been writing for a while, and started roleplaying roughly a year ago.