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Unfold me, I am small, I'm needy
Warm me up and breathe me.
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 | extra ● soundtrack ● scenes ● connections ● ooc basics [top.] NAME: Born Mary Louise Parker though now goes by Roxana Hollis which was given to her by Cassandra, Theodore and Wrathe. GOES BY: Roxy. She's never changed her name since her 'parents' gave her a new one and would never consider to. AGE AND DOB: 154. 13th September, 1865. SPECIES: Vampire. CAREER: Being a menance? Technically she works as an interrogator for the Raidan, basically she tortures people until they speak. CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Ruby Curse. MARTIAL STATUS: Single. SEXUALITY: Almost asexual. She will have sex and she will enjoy it but it isn't something which drives her. It is useful at times, too. ETHER: Of course and she's quite skilled at it also. She's like a kiss against your throat, something quietly seductive and a whisper of lust while her scent is more like a heavy perfume and her taste the richest chocolate. supernatural [top.] ABILITIES Roxana's ability is more of a consequence than anything she was born with, a natural gift. Due to the nature of her turning, the slow breaking of her body and mind she has an affinity with the breaking mind. If you are a weak minded person or undergoing an extreme form of torture or have been through something which has made you emotionally weak she finds it easier to slip into your mind and draw up memories or thoughts or feelings. If you're a perfectly healthy being she has no chance whatsoever. However if you've been with her and her knives for a little while...well, she'll soon be ripping her way through your mind. SKILLS: Perhaps not a skill anyone likes boasting about but she can extract information from near anyone. Roxy likes to play and when she does play it is usually very, very messy. She likes blood and screaming, she likes to hear you beg. Did I mention she's a little crazy? LIMITATIONS: While she is a vampire her age certainly goes against her. She's on the younger end of the spectrum which means she has yet to come into all of her strength. It means she generally likes to keep a couple of people who are stronger than her around, just in case. Another limitation is her...well, her craziness. It makes her simply unpredictable at best. Then there is also her fear of enclosed places. While with Cassandra and Theodore she was often kept in cages or small rooms, hidden and out of sight and she has developed a strong aversion to such surroundings. WEAPONRY TRAINING: Very little actually. As the years have passed she has picked up a little here and there but generally if she must fight she sticks to what comes automatically. Oh, and she's very good with a knife...though that is less of a knife fighting way and more a 'you're bound on the table while she cuts bits out of you kind of way.' GROUP: The Raidan. POSITION: Interrogator. OPINION: Roxy is with the group because their philosophy works with her desire to do what she wants. Is she in it for anything beyond that? Currently, no. ALLIANCES: The Raidan and those within it. Wrathe. RIVALRIES: The Elari and The Watch and anyone else who would like to see her dead. Cassandra. appearance [top.] Tiny. She barely hits 5"1 and her general physical structure is on the delicate side. Most people underestimate her because of that - thinking her some weak human someone had brought in to feed on - but the fact is Roxy likes it like that, it's so much fun to best the big boys when they least expect it. There's a delicate fragility to her, she looks more like a doll than a human, someone to protect and keep safe but then you see something dark in her eyes, shining brightly within those blue hues and you realise bloodlust hides beneath the innocence. Physically she looks quite young, usually getting mistaken for late teens and nothing beyond that. With wide, shocking blue eyes and bee stung lips she's a pretty little thing with an innocent, giggly quality to her. Hair is usually dark and worn down to the base of her back, pin straight and down most of the time so it flows around her shoulders and face. Clothing is various styles - mainly gothic Victorian to a more shocking neon punk. She mixes it up a lot but usually it's the gothy, trashy sort of side. She adores leather as well. [polyvore] DISTINGUISHING MARKS: At the base of her back she a branding of an T and C entwined together. A gift from Cassandra and Theodore. She has snake bite piercings, both sides of her nose, septum and bridge. She also has wing tattoos on her back. The biggest scar Roxy has and the only one whose story she really knows is that on her side, it's messy, raised against her pale skin but it was created by Jackson at their first meeting. personality [top.] What you have to remember with Roxy is that she is a broken woman. While she was with her vampire captors she was put through a lot; much more than any human body or mind should ever have to endure and she survived. Almost. They well and truly broke her though, shattered her mind and it is only the fact that they turned her into a vampire that she gained any sort of sanity back. She is unpredictable, volatile, violent and utterly possessive of her things. She has a massive jealous streak and finds it difficult to keep ahold of her temper. She's all fire when she gets going; which is often. Roxy has a kind of childishness to her, a giggly playful and bubbling attitude which comes across as her being childish and most certainly not in a good way. Roxy's relationship with pain is an odd one; on one hand she adores to hurt those the Raidan wish information out of and on the other hand she sees it as a way of showing love or affection. She was 'brought' up thinking it as love, as something one did to say it and so she shows this to those around her in some ways. Jackson is really the only one subjected to this perverse twist of Roxy, for forty years she has showered him with affection in her own way. Sometimes she has moments of...well, she looses herself a little. She'll be talking and her mind will take a little bit of a walk and for a minute or so there will be no one behind those pretty blue eyes. This can actually sometimes stretch for days, a walking zombie who needs to be taken care of. She's very much a little girl still in some ways, and it's as if who she was is shining through for a moment. history [top.] FAMILY PARENTS: Human parents are forgotten only Cassandra, Wrathe and Theodore matter. SIBLING(S): None that she can remember. Roxana Hollis is a creation of circumstance, she's the slow break of a mind and recreation out of blood and pain and whispers of love. It was in fact Mary Louise Parker who came first, a tiny, quiet little child who was perfectly normal. The Parkers were a small, cramped little family who barely made it through each day with enough to eat. Not that Mary noticed. She was one of those quiet, happy little children who played alone and entertained herself for hours. The little girl had few toys so she made do with her imagination, creating worlds and characters around her. She would spend hours alone on the floor, chattering to her friends as if they was someone sat beside her. There was something distant about Mary, she wasn't the happy giggle of normal girls but something was certainly hidden beneath those wide blue eyes. So much so that her parents noticed it early on, worrying over why there little girl preferred to talk to thin air rather than children her own age. From around the age of four she would regal anyone who came close with the tales of her 'friends.' For the most part they were amusing tales, stories of just general life or fairy tales but after a while they slipped into something darker, a little more twisted. She told them tales of death and torture, of pain and agony and she did it with a smile on her face. Visitors would be told how they were to die, usually painfully and slowly while she sat back, little legs swinging and that cherub smile on her lips. When asked why she was saying these things she would tell them of her friends, the people who clustered around her. At the age of six she took a turn for the worse though. She would be quietly talking to one of her friends before slipping into a screaming match. Often times these rages would last minutes but at times the fragile little Mary had to be overpowered, hugged close as she kicked and bit and hit at those trying to calm her and hold her down. The Parkers were always a very, very religious family. They went to church each Sunday, they prayed each night, religion ran strong through them all and this included Mary. They just could not sit and watch their little girl sprout all of this darkness and hatred, it went against God, it went against everything they believed in. And that is when they took her to that home, an institute, somewhere far away where she would be forgotten and lost to the hands of time, out of sight and out of mind. She was barely eight at the time and had no idea what was going on, why her mother was crying, telling her she loved her but she had to over and over again. It didn't sink in until later, when the door was closed behind her and she started her new life in a world of grey. For seven years she was silent, for seven years she did nothing more than sit and stare or try and grab glimpses of the world beyond. She became a living doll, dead and hollow, just blue eyes and an unwavering calm. Her parents had left her, they did not love her, she was not wanted. It was something which sunk in slowly over time, a simple acceptance of the fact that no one wanted her, that they had left her here because she was not good enough for them. The silence was broken by a couple who came late in the day, a priest and his wife. She was beautiful and Mary was easily sucked into her, from the red of hair to the perfect sparkling green of her eyes. From that moment on Mary adored this woman, a woman who would soon become her mother. The little girl had no idea what was waiting for her, no idea what was to come but it was with blind faith, blind trust that she put her hand into the woman's, she gave her life, and her love and her words to a woman who said she would love her. Love? It was not love in the traditional sense but perhaps, in it's own way it was. Love was all Mary wanted, it was all she craved and needed and they gave her that with the cut of the blade, the lick of leather against her back and the sharp break of her bones. It was not love in the traditional sense, far from it but it was what she craved, attention, the whispers of it, the promise of it etched into her bones and so she was moulded, she became their little girl. For around four years she was kept human, broken and abused, slowly weathered down until they could break her mind. Wrathe was the one who gained her completely, an old male vampire who became her 'daddy', he was the one she turned to, the one she loved, the one she wished to please and would do anything for. To Wrathe she was his little 'Bambina', his little girl and she played that part, sort of. Their relationship is twisted, pervse but she would not change it. Her death and subsequent life came about finally, when she was broken, lost, pale and all which had come before was forgotten and all she knew was pain and agony, misery and how her flesh could tear and her bones break at the vampire's whims. They drained her between them, their mouths on her flesh and then they gave her new life and ushered her to live. She was re-born as Roxana Hollis, a name given to her by Cassandra and Theodore. Mary, the little girl that was gone, broken and lost to time and now Roxy stood in her place. For a number of years she lived with this odd little family, they were one and Roxy found the love she craved, the place in life she needed, to be a part of something and loved. These were blissful years for Roxy, learning her ways under the hands of her coven, taught by vampires older than her to hurt and kill, to enjoy it all. It all came to an end under Wrathe's hands; he believed that the Coven was rotting from the inside out, diseased and weakening and so he killed then all but his little Bambina. Or so he thought. After the slaughter Roxy returned home to a bloodbath, to find her family, the vampires she loved, ripped apart, the house was a battlefield and Roxy stepped right into the carnage. Daddy, her Wrathe, was gone, he had left them all and gone into hibernation of sorts, leaving Roxy alone. Cassandra was the only one who survived though it was not the loving, if sadistic, mother Roxy knew before. Cassandra was bitter, angry that Wrathe had slaughtered the Coven and had meant to kill her, leaving only Roxy alive. She did not like this favouritism and Roxy didn't understand why Cassandra was suddenly intent on hurting her, pushing her to her limits, breaking her. This was not the torturous love she was used to, this was Cassandra punishing her, hating her, wishing to make her pay for being Wrathe's favourite, for being the one to survive. It took some years for Roxy to finally leave; Cassandra was the last remnants of what had remained of her loving family and while she did not understand the change she did not wish to disappoint or hurt her 'mother' however she could not stand this twisted version of what she knew any more. For a number of years Roxy was alone, left to her own devises and she caused quite a stir. She was not quiet, she did not shy away from carnage and slaughter, she was loud and noisy and really it was only luck which kept her alive, wandering America until she was finally picked up by the Raidan a group who found her... activities quite intriguing. The Raidan found use for the vampire in extracting information, she knew how to press and push, how to break and make them scream or whisper and all the while she enjoyed it. Not only that she did not care about the information which spilled from them like blood, it never went anywhere but to the correct people and that indifferent made her invaluable. And the knowledge that she herself would not break helped. For a long time she lived this quiet existence, playing as she saw fit, the Raidan's little tool and really she enjoyed it, she found something of a place among them and while she was not loved as she had known she was respect and fear. Everyone knew what those delicate fingers were capable of and what hid behind those blue eyes, so innocent and yet so capable of death. Then Jackson Webber came into her life. The wolf had been captured by the Raidan some weeks before she met him and oh, what a meeting it was. Roxy left his cell bloodied, her side tore but confused because she had tasted love in his blood, the bond of him and his mate had sung so sweetly that Roxy soon developed a taste for it. Roxy was known for taking her pets, men or women she would play with for weeks on end just because she would, no thought to information or because she was asked to hurt them but just because she enjoyed it. They lasted a month or two at best, most less than that, Roxy is not a gentle mistress. Jackson however lasted forty years. The little vampire forged a love for him, one which makes no sense to the Wolf himself but she could not see him truly hurt and the teachings of old -- every injury said with I love you -- came to the forefront. Roxy was, quite simply, addicted to him, to what his blood promised of love and freedom, of sunsets and sunrises and running through the wild woods. The wolf captured Roxy's heart and for forty years she kept him, where others would break within weeks she kept Jackson whole for years and years. Little has changed over the years for the vampire and with Jackson chained at her side she has made her way to Las Vegas with the rest of the Raidan. extra [top.] ● soundtrack [top.] ♪ A Fine Frenzy; Electric Twist. ♪ Puscifer; Revelation 22:20. ♪ Flyleaf; Fully Alive. ♪ Blue Foundation; Eyes on Fire. connections [top.] PET
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