Post by Roxy on Dec 26, 2010 18:20:19 GMT -5
*Roxanne Drewmere*:: is presented by
*Unknown*, who's been roleplaying for *5-6* *years* and is *17* years old.
*Unknown*, who's been roleplaying for *5-6* *years* and is *17* years old.
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NA Standard Entry Of Data ◊
The birth certificate reads Roxanne Suzie DrewmereBut You Better Call Me By Roxy / R
I've Seen the World For 509
But I Look As Young As 18
As I've Been Around Since 17th July
Making Myself Known As a graduate of this year, yet I am leader of a very secret coven
But Secretly I Classify As A Vampire?
When You Look Beneath The Cloak, You're Sure To Find female
My Preference To Kiss Beneath The Sky hetero-sexual
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NMirror, Mirror On This Wall ◊
Don't Judge Me When I Reveal 8 stone 2 pounds
As Tall As I May Be I'll Never Touch The Moon 5'5"
The Windows To The Soul Brown
Don't You Wish To Run Your Fingers Through? bblonde
I Wear To Make A Statement usually leather attire (jackets, boots, etc)
The Mark Of Years Is A Badge a scar about an inch long on her wrist
The Weapon of Choice her hands, and the occaisional dagger
So What If We Look Alike? Hayden Penettiere
Golden hair, often left long in ringlets, and her whole aura seems to be lively and sparkly. She wears mainly gold jewellery, and out on the street she would wear clothes that would help her fit in. She prefers to wear leather when she's in her coven headquarters. When hunting, she wears her hair up, slicked back in a ponytail to keep it out the way. When around her coven, she'll only wear a necklace and a pair of earrings, but she'll always fuss over her appearence, no matter where she is. She still bears the faint marks of the diesease that killed her, and the tiny marks on her neck where she was bitten and turned.
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N What I've Done Is Not Your Concern ◊
Where I've Made My Home York
Where I've Come To Stay Novus Spes
When Roxanne was born, she was born in a time of devastating poverty. She lived in a large family, in a shack near the center of York. She was the third child out of 7, the youngest dying a month after being born. Being poor, Roxanne was unable to find a worthy husband, and living in the terrible conditions she did, she caught the ‘sweating sickness’, and was bedridden for two days. The last thing she remembers before dying is being shaken awake in the middle of the night, and seeing large blue eyes staring at her. She was in the final stages of the illness and her mother was at her bedside the whole time. She remembers hearing a murmur, and then feeling a prick on her neck. The pain lasted for a few seconds, and then turned into a sort of pleasure.
After that, she can’t remember much else. She remembers awaking a few days later, dressed in her best clothes in a dark room. She heard noises all around her, even though there seemed to be nothing around her to make the noise. After an hour of being in the room, the person with the blue eyes opened the door to release her, but not before revealing to her what had happened. The shock was immense, but she stayed with the vampire and his coven until a few years ago when she decided to go travelling. She travelled to London in the 1800’s, then to Edinburgh in 1950, then she settled here in Novus Spes, gradually creating her own coven.
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N Take a Look Under The Hood ◊
Roxy is very light and bubbly, friendly and open to those who know her. She is a great friend to have, willing to help, or listen, or just have fun. She enjoys a good laugh, having fun whenever she can, but around her coven she can be quite sinister and easily annoyed.
She can be quite demanding at times, wanting the best out of her coven and expecting the best. She enjoys her coven's company, especially the company of the gentlemen in her coven. Roxy loves the fact she'll be eternally beautiful, and can seem vain at times, and to be honest she is, but that doesn't mean she is a horrible person.
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at
- Speed (due to age)
- Good hearing (due to age)
- Comebacks
Though you may win at
- Strength (doesn't use it that much)
- Vanity
- Cute men
- Anger
- Easily Jealous of other women
I Like
- Flirting
- Having fun
- Organizing her coven
I Don't
- Arguements
- Fierce Violence
- Werewolves
- Slayers
But Keep Away
- Anything religious (as it reminds her of her past)
- Death (to her or a member of her coven)
- Being bitten by a werewolf
Any Special Talents Great organizing skills, and slight telepathic skills
Extra none
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N Show and Tell ◊
(Taken from my fav rp site, where i play Riani, Lupus Lacrimosus...
The air was crisp and fresh this morning. The rain had drenched the odd forest and left a clear mist to welcome Riani. The female was eyeing up a tree, a couple of feet taller than herself, which like all the other trees, was seemingly dead and empty. She placed her hands on the trunk, feeling the bark underneath. Hands reached up further, grasping the closest branches and hauling herself up into the confines of the tree. Its dead arms reaching outwards yet Riani managed to pull herself to the very top and look out over the forest. In a strange way, it was beautiful.
The sun rose slightly higher in the sky, and as Riani watched between the trees, the animals of the day began to rise and make themselves known to the earth. Deer meeting in their herds and beginning to graze on the dew-ridden grass, the rabbits appearing out their holes, and somewhere in the distance an owl called a goodnight from its bed. The warrior’s imagination always ran away with her at these times. She settled into the tree carefully, sat precariously yet balanced on one of the thicker branches with one leg dangling over the side. She watched beneath her, the rabbits scurrying around excitedly without realising she was so close. Riani stretched out, closing her eyes and listening to her surroundings. Her visitor would be arriving soon, if Conall had received the message she sent to him last night.
The air was crisp and fresh this morning. The rain had drenched the odd forest and left a clear mist to welcome Riani. The female was eyeing up a tree, a couple of feet taller than herself, which like all the other trees, was seemingly dead and empty. She placed her hands on the trunk, feeling the bark underneath. Hands reached up further, grasping the closest branches and hauling herself up into the confines of the tree. Its dead arms reaching outwards yet Riani managed to pull herself to the very top and look out over the forest. In a strange way, it was beautiful.
The sun rose slightly higher in the sky, and as Riani watched between the trees, the animals of the day began to rise and make themselves known to the earth. Deer meeting in their herds and beginning to graze on the dew-ridden grass, the rabbits appearing out their holes, and somewhere in the distance an owl called a goodnight from its bed. The warrior’s imagination always ran away with her at these times. She settled into the tree carefully, sat precariously yet balanced on one of the thicker branches with one leg dangling over the side. She watched beneath her, the rabbits scurrying around excitedly without realising she was so close. Riani stretched out, closing her eyes and listening to her surroundings. Her visitor would be arriving soon, if Conall had received the message she sent to him last night.
