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Roxanne Mauden, "Call me Roxxy or don't call me at all."
Huntress Wizard
post Apr 25 2014, 04:33 PM
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Right, so here goes. Side note, these paragraphs looked a lot larger in Word. :I

Name: Roxanne "Roxxy" Mauden (Wiki Link)
Age: 22
Hometown: Lilycove, Hoenn

Appearance: (the lovely Kurutto was kind enough to draw me a picture of Roxxy's face, located here)
Roxxy is 140 lbs., about 5'10", and wiry, giving her the appearance of having gone through Willy Wonka's Taffy Puller. Her skin is pale, as she burns quickly in the sun and so makes a point of avoiding it whenever possible. Her hair is black and done in a short pixie cut, though it is starting to grow out a little funny. There is a bright red streak about an inch wide in bangs that sweep over her left eye. This streak is beginning to grow out, and one can just see the roots. Her facial structure is vaguely Irish, longer than it is wide, and made of sharp angles. She has a pointed chin and a short nose, set above thin lips and crooked teeth, and below thin, dark eyebrows. There is a small nick in the shape of a boomerang below her left eye. Her eyes themselves are electric blue, not unlike the neon signs above 24-hour general stores. Her left ear is pierced with one silver hoop, the right with two.

As mentioned, Roxxy is thin, but nearly all muscle. She has longer fingers than average, and would have made a wonderful piano player in some other universe. As it is, the most her fingers do is occasionally lift Potions and Pokeballs from local stores. There is another scar across the knuckles of her right hand, a diagonal slash, from an ugly encounter with a wild Pidgeotto. There are more scars all over her body, especially her back, but her shirt covers these up. Roxxy has a shortish torso in comparison to her legs. Her posture is atrocious and she is often mistaken for a boy due to narrow hips and few curves.

She wears plain, dark-colored shirts - sometimes with logos but more often just a straight color - that fit loosely over her frame. Roxxy's jeans were blue when she purchased them, but due to the abuse they take, are now only a few shades shy of gray, with frayed hems and torn-out knees. A seatbelt-style belt in black with a white curling design is the only thing keeping them from slipping down over her hips. Her shoes are practical black-and-blue running sneakers, the laces tucked underneath the tongue for minimum tripping risk. She keeps a gray sweatshirt with "Hoenn Police Academy" written on the back in cracked blue letters tied around her waist.

Her bag is a simple drawstring knapsack in a light gray color with white braided cord. It looks handmade with large uneven seams and several patches where the fabric wasn't cut long enough. Inside it are some spare clothes, her pokemon, and a few other keepsakes (details in Items section). Roxxy usually wears it slung over only one shoulder, but with a tight enough grip that she doesn't worry to much about it being stolen.

Personality: Roxxy is, to put it mildly, stubborn as a Tauros. She tends to see things in black and white, although she has been working on perceiving the shades of gray in between. Her opinions are not easily changed, even if deep down she knows she is wrong. She also has a very short fuse and a bad tendency to not filter her thoughts before she says things. As a result, she has very few permanent friends. This does not trouble her too much; if need be, she can charm and weasel her way into almost anything.

Having grown up alone did awful things to Roxxy's sense of trust. It is darn near impossible to gain even a little bit of Roxxy's trust, even though it may appear that she trusts someone. She is a very guarded person, and, at heart, an introvert. Large crowds make her increasingly nervous, and speaking to strangers is as terrifying to her as facing down an Ursaring. Over time, Roxxy has learned several calming methods, but these may still fail her.

As a defense mechanism, especially around people she's just met, Roxxy becomes cynical and sarcastic to the extreme. She much prefers viewing the world through snide comments than letting it get to her. She can also be lazy and downright mean. This usually results in people leaving her alone, unless they are perceptive enough to realize why she's speaking and acting this way. Her pokemon are all the companionship she needs, in her opinion.

Of course, sometimes she does find herself enjoying being on the receiving end of friendship. When this happens, and if she chooses to reciprocate in turn, Roxxy is almost insanely loyal. Though she would never admit it, the lengths she would go to protect a friend are astounding, even so far as risking injury for a friend's beloved pokemon. To hear her tell it, one would think that it didn't matter that much to her, but in fact the opposite is true.

Biography: Roxxy's childhood was, well, not the greatest. She was abandoned as a baby, on the steps of the Lilycove Home for Orphaned Children. It was an all right place, with plenty of funding and no abusive caretakers. But from the minute she could walk and talk, she was deemed "unadoptable," for her confrontational attitude and antisocial ways. As a result, she spent most of her time being carted to and from the local police station, after trying and failing to run away.

When she was ten years old, armed with some stunted Oran berries from the bushes in the orphanage yard and a tourist map of the region, Roxxy ran away for good. She survived through a combination of pokemon berries, crude traps, and the kindness of strangers. About a year after she left, she managed to get lost in a cave. A Zubat crashed into her and, out of desperation, Roxxy managed to catch it with the one Pokeball she owned. She named him Epsilon, after the fifth letter of an ancient alphabet one of the kind strangers had taught her.

With Epsilon by her side - first as reluctant captive, then friend, then devoted protector - feeding herself became much easier. The next five years were a blur of survival, stowing away on ferries and cargo ships, and occasionally slipping off the radar only to resurface a little harder, a little colder, occasionally with some more stuff like the Pokedex and the iPod. By the time she returned to Hoenn when she was 16, she had four pokemon with her. Epsilon, now a Crobat; Burnout, a Yanmega she won in a card game; Atlantis, a recently evolved Vaporeon; and Mimi, a Pupitar.

While she was in Hoenn, Roxxy got sick off some bad Persim berries. A young police officer-in-training by the name of Duncan Levesque found her, thanks to his Growlithe, curled up just outside the city, shaking and dangerously dehydrated. He immediately rushed her to the hospital, and when she managed to convey that she was flat -broke, offered to pay the bill. After she got out of the hospital, he continued to seek her out, making sure she was okay.

At first Roxxy avoided him, and he backed off fairly quickly when she told him to. Slowly, though, she began to seek him out instead. Waiting around the station for him to get off work, showing him some of the hidden beauties of her hometown Lilycove, that sort of thing. By the time she realized she had come to love him, it was too late to just skip town and pretend it never happened. Especially after she requested an old sweatshirt of his to stave off insomnia when he had to travel and she couldn't sleep in his bed.

Amazingly enough, when Roxxy told Duncan that she wasn't interested in sex and never would be (about two years after they'd started calling their relationship "dating"), he responded that it didn't matter. She knew then that she could settle down happy, and stop running from everything all the time. It went quite well for three more years, Duncan having risen in the ranks from "coffee intern" to detective. One day, Duncan was called out on an emergency; a horde of Donphan was stampeding right towards the city.

He did not come back.

The death of Duncan effectively destroyed Roxxy. She refused to come back into the station, and had to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to claim some of Duncan's things that had survived the trampling. The only thing she was interested in was his phone, an older model that was now rendered useless. After doing some time for assaulting an officer (she broke the poor woman's nose with a sharp elbow to the face), she locked her main team away in the PC, ran her Pokedex under the sink, drank herself unconscious, and boarded a ferry to Furoh in the morning with Epsilon's daughter Zeta and a mangy Poochyena called Mutt.

It was time for Roxxy to start running again.

Class: Trainer

Pokemon:


Zeta (click to show)



Mutt (click to show)


Items:
  • Several spare pairs of underwear
  • Two spare shirts
  • One spare pair of jeans
  • Three pairs of socks
  • One pair of old GoGoggles (standard issue at the orphanage, though of an inferior quality)
  • Zeta and Mutt's pokeballs
  • Small, bright red iPod shuffle and charger
  • Outdated, waterlogged pokedex
  • Flip phone with a cracked screen
  • Potions, x7
  • Empty pokeballs x3
  • Antidote, x1
  • Berry Pouch (Pecha berry x3, Nanab berry x3)
  • If she's lucky, a wad of cash
  • A thick black marker
What is the biscuit's name? The Biscuit's name is Scheherazade.

Other Notes: Roxxy is panromantic and asexual, though she doesn't know those terms. All she knows is that she is attracted to someone no matter their gender, but the idea of sex makes her gag.

She's terrified of thunderstorms, bad at reading/writing (hence the backwards "e" on Zeta's pokeball), and a poor swimmer. All of these things, if brought up in conversation, make her defensive and somewhat angry.

This post has been edited by Huntress Wizard: Sep 27 2014, 04:57 PM


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