Nickname: Roxy
Age: 16
Birthday: April 1
Sign: Aries
Gemstone: Diamonds--A girls best friend
Blood Type: A-
Fav. Food: Corned Beef
Hated Food: Dried Fruits
School: St-Magdalena's Seminary
Hobbies:
Rhythmic Gymnastics: All children are forced into lessons and classes outside of normal school activities, and at first Roxy was enrolled in a Gymnastics class, complete with all the bells and whistles, balance beams and bars and all that good stuff…but then she wanted to dance as well, and one day during a dance lesson, the teacher let them use a ribbon dancer, and all bets were off. She has been doing rhythmic gymnastics since she was seven, and loves it just as much now as the day she started, though now she is in the competitive circuit, with a goal of eventually making it to the Olympics, though that is a dream that is still quite far off.
Sewing: This hobby really stemmed from her rhythmic gymnastics. She was so tired of having to buy the leotards that went with the competitions, so she decided to start buying the much cheaper plain leotards and sew the sequins and beads on herself, and after that she decided to start trying to make doll clothes, and she now makes several things in her own wardrobe, just for fun. Everyone wants that one friend who is a seamstress, and she just happens to be that friend, so…go her!
Tabletop Gaming: Roll for initiative! Roxanne finds table top gaming to be one of the most amusing and enjoyable ways to spend an afternoon…or evening…or even an entire day. She loves the laughs and the feelings that it provides her, from the heavy sighs as her group healer makes stupid decisions, to the heart-pounding fear that she feels when the DM or the equivalent is being a particular d**k that campaign. Besides all that, it is a great way to hang out with her friends, and she just likes it. Enough said.
Virtues:
Diligent: Details matter. It doesn’t matter how long it takes to finish things, it doesn’t matter how long things take to finish, Roxy makes sure she finishes everything she starts, no matter what, and when the things are finished, they are to the very, very best of her ability. If there’s one thing you can rely on, it’s the fact that Roxy cares about what she does, and does what she does very well. She does the things she needs to do as quickly as she can as well, you'll find that the world procrastination is not in her vocabulary, except for that one time it was required to be for her spelling test.
Dependable: You can depend on Roxy to finish her tasks as well as she can, but you can also depend on her to be there, and you can depend on her to help you, and you can just…depend on her. She gives a s**t…which is something that she really feels that the rest of the world is lacking. If you need something, anything, Roxy has your back. If you need someone to tell mom that you were at her dorm, sure, of course you were…if you need a spotter for some kind of illegal activity, well, gosh darn it, she’s not going to let you get in trouble all by yourself. She’ll be there for you, no matter what.
Flaws:
Perfectionist: Things have to be perfect, or Roxy will not accept them. She doesn’t like when anything is wrong with anything. If it is a sewing project she is doing, she will scrap everything if one hem is out of place, perfection isn’t something that is optional, it is required, and it doesn’t matter how much time or energy she spends in getting there. If something is out of place in her life or anything that she has close contact with, her mood drops to that of an angry polar bear, she gets grumpy and hostile until the situation is perfect again. Accept nothing less.
Fearless: The thought of being afraid is one of the only things that Roxy is truly…well. Afraid of. She insists that nothing fazes her, not heights, not bugs…not venomous snakes…some people call her reckless because she just has no regard for her own safety when she does things…it just doesn’t matter that much. When she wants to do something, she’s gonna do it. Even if she ends up falling from a tree and breaking her arm. Whoops. No big deal. Yolo, right?
