ROMEAU, roxanne viviana

[roxanne]

i'm bulletproof, nothing to lose; fire away, fire away

ROXANNE VIVIANA ROMEAU
viv, roxie . 25 . female. heterosexual . hunter . n/a . lacey .

HISTORY

. youth .

They were born seconds apart, but Evelyn always bragged that she'd been first. It didn't matter, though; she and Roxanne were twins, identical in appearance and, it seemed at first, temperament. From toddlers to eight-year-olds they got along impressively well, although they had to make do with the bad hand they'd been dealt in life. As they aged, Roxie became more rambunctious-- she was constantly getting into things. Rat poison, bleach, anything dangerous was fair game, no matter how high her mother put it on the shelves. She always had a taste for excitement, whereas her twin preferred laying low and being calm. Growing up without a father was never difficult for them, because they had no idea what growing up with one would have been like; but their mother certainly took it hard. See, as soon as he'd discovered that his fiancee was pregnant-- with twins-- he left, abandoning Rochelle to eighteen years of two children that she had to raise alone. And she did just that. Both her parents were extremely religious and once they realized she hadn't waited until marriage, they abandoned her just as readily. She received support from her friends at first, but that didn't last long as work and taking care of her children consumed all her time.

Roxie didn't mean to be trouble, or worsen her mother's worries. She simply though sitting on their apartment's cramped balcony's edge and peering down into the busy traffic below was entertaining, and that it was fun to play tea parties with expensive china, which always seemed to end in disaster. Everywhere little redhead Roxie went, chaos followed, but she was utterly irresistible. Even shop owners whose merchandise she tossed on linoleum floors seemed to forgive her as soon as their eyes fell on that mischievous smile and those red-gold curls. It was some kind of enchantment, and Roxie began to bask in that attention. After all, she was only eight, and what eight-year-old doesn't want all eyes on her? Like all little girls, she dreamed of being famous and riding ponies and most of all, in fairytales. Oh, those were her favorites-- the ones about the faerie folk and god's angels. Even the scary ones about ghosts and vampires and werewolves enthralled her. And as the years passed it became abundantly clear that her love for life was constantly growing, and her energy was intoxicating. Things were just beginning to look up for the family of three.

. teens .

The twins hit their teens, and it was then that everything began to change. At fourteen, Roxie was the star of the show, and she knew how to flaunt it. Just a flash of those bright blue eyes could draw in any boy she wanted to meet. She seemed to forget her twin in her hurry to be known well at school, and Evelyn faded into the background, just as beautiful but not nearly as vibrant. Roxie thrived in the next two years, encountering drama and overcoming the obstacles life seemed determined to throw in her way. But nothing could have prepared them for their mother's next decision.

Rochelle had never been a wealthy woman. She'd grown up in relative poverty and stayed there. So when her latest boyfriend offered to move them to Manuka and set them up-- for free-- with him, she eagerly accepted. It didn't even occur to her that this decision would change all three of them.

The move didn't take long. Roxie and her sister were sixteen and fully capable of helping out, and Roxie's current boyfriend helped, too, before they parted ways. Evelyn had no friends to say good-bye to. Those roles were reversed upon their arrival in Manuka. It seemed to change Roxie's twin in ways she couldn't have imagined; suddenly, she seemed more alive than ever, and Roxie was the one in the shadows. School was a nightmare, and she eventually stopped showing up. Rochelle, of course, did nothing to enforce the rules, being too wrapped up in immersing herself in Manuka's social network. That ultimately brought her downfall, because in Manuka, it wouldn't take long to find yourself involved in supernatural affairs. That boyfriend, Daltin, the one who'd brought them there, was a genuinely kind man, concerned only with their well-being. But what he'd not told them was that he was a hunter, and had recently gotten mixed up with a pair of demons. More than mixed up-- he'd killed one of the two. But instead of taking his life, the demon chose to take Rochelle's, to even the pain out. Wasn't it worse to have caused the death of someone you loved, rather than your own?

It was devastating, and he took his own life, leaving the girls on their own. Evelyn became the motherly one, taking responsibility for keeping the murders quiet so they wouldn't be put up for adoption and separated, or be taken away from home. She'd settled in well. Roxie was miserable, until she found the hunters. They took her in and trained her in Daltin's stead, and she learned quickly. But with no high school diploma and no college degree, she had few to no job prospects. For that time, she stayed with her sister, who was working and studying at the same time. They hadn't gotten along in a long, long time, and none of that changed up until the day Evelyn was killed.

. adulthood .

Finding her sister's bloodless, sucked-dry body was a nightmare. It was like time had slowed down and everything was moving at the glacial pace. A few of her hunter friends went on a hunt that night, looking for the vampire who'd done it, but no luck. She just sat shaking on the couch, staring into space. It was as though somebody had opened a hatch and shook her and her emotions had all fallen out of her. Roxie was in a catatonic state of awareness. She knew things were happening around her, and she numbly answered questions, but she wasn't really there. It took a few weeks for her to realize that what she had left wasn't family or money or a bright future-- it was revenge.

She worked vigilantly to meet the hunter standards, to become a lithe and powerful killer of all things supernatural, and she loved what she did. Roxie couldn't see the creatures she killed as human in any way. They were dirty things incapable of humanity, and they didn't deserve her mercy. But she couldn't stay jobless for long-- she was hopping from house to house, staying for a month or two and then moving on. Now nineteen and a remarkable beauty, she found a job at a strip club. It was hardly what she had been looking for, but they'd requested her employment, offered her over minimum wage. Who was she to decline? And after all, the owner of the place was a human, one who knew about the supernatural world, and he approved of her agenda. She would work as one of the regular strippers until a target came into the club; if he asked for a private dance, she would be the one to offer, with a dazzling, enticing smile. And as soon as the pair retreated to the back rooms, she would end their miserable lives efficiently and with as little mess as possible. The ruse was undiscovered. She told none of the hunters about her second job, only about the kills she'd made.

Roxie was ashamed. She hated feeling dirty on a day-to-day basis; she hated being on the stage. The little girl who'd loved the spotlight and all things fairytale had turned around on both things. She had a boyfriend here and there but she never really invested herself in any of her relationships-- it was still an empty void for her, and she couldn't imagine it ending in anything but pain. Of course, by thinking that, it quickly became true, and she was left alone again. The club hired her five years prior to today's date, and the only thing that's changed is her dislike for what she does. But she hardly has a choice.

PERSONALITY

Roxanne's not your stereotypical stripper-- in fact, there's nothing she dislikes more than having a bunch of strange-- mostly creepy-- men coming in to watch her take her clothes off or dance on an oiled pole. But then again, she's atypical in more ways. For an adult, she's almost pathetically incapable of taking good care of herself; she always forgets to shop or eat or water the plants lining her cramped apartment's sole window's sill. She's very detached, standoffish to most people outside of the hunters, who she considers her family even if she doesn't know that particular person. On edge all the time, Roxie is constantly checking her back, and tends to stress over the smallest things; she hates living alone, and even walking in shadows makes her jumpy. It's for good reason, too, because plenty of supernaturals have reason enough to hate her guts.

Which brings us to the fact that Roxie has remarkable patience. It may come from the fact that she gets all her anger out on the supernaturals that she hunts, reserving her calmness for the people she cares about and other humans. She does have a temper, but unless you really tick her off-- usually by even mentioning her sister or mother-- it's hard to provoke. Even though she's braver than most, Roxie's not fearless in the least. Spiders terrify her, and of the supernaturals, she's scared the most of werewolves. It's irrational, but she's encountered very few of them considering the length of her hunting career, and the ones she has seen have been horrifying. Thankfully, her fears are usually put to rest when there's another hunter present; she's very much a 'pack animal' and doesn't like being alone, even when she has things to think over. Physical proximity is much more important to her than emotional for the time being, so she's certainly no stranger to one-night stands. However, she does like to keep her image, and dresses very conservatively outside of the club to even things out a bit.

In terms of family, the idea terrifies her at the moment. First off, she's definitely scared of pregnancy and childbirth, to the point of feeling uncomfortable around other pregnant women, simply because she can imagine all of the things that could go wrong for both the child and its mother. Secondly, her mother always talked about how men took off at the first sign of responsibility, like during her pregnancy with the twins. This has put Roxie off serious relationships fairly efficiently, and although she does want one eventually, she doesn't want a broken family. Worse, she doesn't want to feel responsible for that broken family, especially since she holds herself in such low regard. Roxanne has always felt if she just put a little more effort in, she could move away from her job at the strip club and find somewhere else to work as a waitress, but the money is too good-- and that doesn't help with her self-image. Appearance-wise, she's confident, but she's constantly worrying about what others think about her, which is the main reason she doesn't open up to most-- especially about her job.

APPEARANCE

It's easy to say Roxanne is absolutely stunning. She was born with wavy golden-red hair that has darkened but never lost its copper sheen, and she has never touched it with dye or any coloring. Her grey-blue irises are ringed by dark blue and her eyes are framed with naturally thick lashes, emphasized on a daily basis by mascara. Like many redheads, she has a fair amount of freckles dotting her cheeks and nose, and other points on her body, too. Her body is well-toned from her hunting work-- she has to be fit to survive in both of her jobs, and her muscle is lithe rather than bulky, which is perfect for work. Add in a good-sized chest and you have a nice hourglass shape, perfect for showing off in the spotlight and to work for dollar bills.

At work, she wears the stereotypical glittery brassiere-type getup and striking eye and lip makeup that most strippers do, but her look completely changes when she leaves the club. She rarely wears skintight clothes, and when she does, they're tastefully chosen. Most are high-necked, and her dresses tend to hang lower than the average girls, because she feels she needs to make up for her immodesty. Roxie takes it easy on the jewelry, too, but occasionally wears regular gold studs in her earlobes or a light necklace. She has jewelry that both her sister and mother left behind, but it's stored in a spot within one of the apartment walls, and hasn't left that spot since she moved there. She owns some nice clothes and jewelry of her own, but saves them for special occasions rather than day-to-day use. She also tends to wear the same outfits pretty routinely, simply because she doesn't want to spend the money she earns on something as silly as clothes.

app by kel <3

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