Give fucks about people that give fucks about you. Otherwise, don't give a fuck.
in this town word gets around,
"The name's Roxanne. My friends call me Roxy. That's not you."
|| GENDER ||"Female, last time I checked."
|| AGE ||"16. Yeah, I'm one of the oldest. Deal with it."
|| GRADE ||Tenth
|| SEXUALITY ||"If I find you hot then you're mine."
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||"Single for now, I guess."
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||"If you couldn't already tell, I'm fuckin' hawt."
There is an effortless vitality that Roxy has that most girls envy. It's the kind of don't-care confidence that can make any girl lacking beauty smoulder. With her natural good looks and sharp features, Roxy, of course, slays all the time. Standing at 5'5" with a slender form which is pretty much the only delicate thing about her, Roxy is a burst of colour in an otherwise grey world. She has the kind of appearance that just screams reckless, dangerous and fun. There is nothing plain about her, and she knows it.
but don't bring me down,
"People tend to look at me and see four things: bitchy, impulsive, destructive and deeply complicated."
|| PERSONALITY ||Roxy's one of those 'burn bright and fast' type of girls. She's reckless, carefree and pretty crazy to most. It's very difficult to understand her, to say the least. One minute she'll be cozying up to you like a kitten and the next she'll be hissing and scratching - claws out and all. Her apparent confidence is envied by many, especially in the way she seems to carry the world on her shoulders with ease, but beneath her charisma is a much deeper aspect of trouble.
After a load of stripping away of her walls, Roxy is in actuality a very damaged individual. A ton of self-hatred and anger at the world in general fuels her sudden mood changes. She strives for attention to divert people away from the fact that on the inside she is crumbling. She hardly ever cries - not even alone at night, instead she keeps it locked up inside underneath her icy cold exterior.
|| QUIRKS ||• "I can blow the perfect smoke ring and all other kinds of party tricks." *winks*
• "I can't sing for shit, but do it all the time anyway."
• "For some stupid reason I like to climb things like trees or bridges or whatever."
|| HOBBIES ||• "I spend most of my time partying...does that count?"
• "I guess I write a bit. No, you're not reading it. Bitch."
• "Listening to music is great. Any kind, really."
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||+ "Parties, drinking, smoking. These all count as the same thing, by the way."
+ "I love scary shit like Paranormal Activity, and American Horror Story. There's nothing better than peeing your pants a little.
- "Those fake blonde cheerleader girls. especially when they ask me to join."
- "School in general, to be honest. I have better things to do with my time."
just static in my head, yeah ~
Mother - Leigh-Anne Mitchell, deceased
Father - Colin Mitchell, car dealer
Younger Brother - Thomas Mitchell, 6 years old
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||"I don't tend to stay in my house, but it's a tiny little thing on the outskirts of town. I share a bedroom with little Tom, but he takes up the whole damn room. Like I said,I don't sleep at home - normally at a mate's house or something, I dunno."
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||---
so take me out and turn it up.
Roxxanne moved to Delbrook from Cheshire, England when she was ten years old - just after her mother died. She tends not to talk about her mother, nor the empty feeling that has been there ever since Leigh-Anne passed away. Her father is a smart, honest man so he didn't struggle to find a job in the states. It wasn't easy, though, especially with newborn Thomas, to move so far away. It had always been a dream of Colin's, so he finally lived it in hopes that it will help heal the ache in his heart at the loss of his beloved wife.
Working hours were long for her father, so Roxy had to look after her younger brother. A lot. Despite her reluctance at first to take the responsibility, it is clear to see she cares for Thomas far more than anything else in her life. She will always put him above everything else. As he grows older with a southern twang, Roxy has been stuck with her English one. She didn't fit in well in school with all the good kids that wanted to succeed - especially with the attitude of not giving a flying fuck. Instead she flies solo in campus, most people avoiding her in either fear or awe.
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here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again,
becoming who we areAnything else you wanna say.
