Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2011 9:15:23 GMT -5
ROXANNE
"let mercy come and wash away what I've done..."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Roxanne
NICKNAME(S): Roxy, Anne
PRONUNCIATION: Rocks-ann
POSITION: free-roamer
taste the sky,
AGE:
GENDER: Female
BREED: Great Plains Wolf
HEIGHT: 38 inches
APPEARANCE: Roxanne is a stout and powerful wolf, typical of her breed: large paws, round, rippling muscles, stout, hardy, fairly tall. In short, she's big, large, heavy...however you want to say it. Her back and legs are long.
Despite this rather masculine figure, Roxanne's face betrays her femininity: her soft, deep brown eyes still look like those of a puppy (despite the horrors they've seen) and her muzzle is unusually thin and elegant. Her ears are delicate as well; thin, erect and rather shapely.
Roxanne's fur is on the short side, and lays mostly flat against her body but with a bit of a "ripple" texture to it. It has a wiry look but is softer than you'd expect. Her color is black base frosted with smoke grey on her back.
Roxanne's emotions are always betrayed on her expressive and perhaps rather beautiful face. If she is happy, it shines from her eyes and stretches her mouth in a grin. On the other end, if she’s angry her face is transformed into a different sort of mask entirely..and uglier one, to say the least.
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: If one were to describe Roxanne in one word, ‘ardent’ would be the most effective. She tends to wear her emotions on her sleeve, be they positive or negative. Things tend to be in black and white for her: if something is good, it’s wonderful; if something is bad, it’s horrendous. She is passionate about her opinions and her freedom.
When Roxanne loves someone, it is with wild abandon and strength. She is needy, but loyal; possessive, but caring. If she loves you, she adores you, and she will be the only friend you need. On the other end of this, of course, is the bad side: if she hates you, she DETESTS you, and it is nearly impossible to change her mind. Once you are in her bad books, she is infuriatingly stubborn and closed minded.
The undertone for everything the Roxanne feels is guilt. You will see why if you read her history.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Bullet, a dominor [adoptable!]
MOTHER: Ignazia, a dominor [adoptable!]
SIBLINGS: Two brothers (Nico and Joel) and a sister (Nova). Roxanne has no contact with any of them. She doesn’t even know if they are dead or alive. [adoptable!]
HISTORY: Roxanne was born into a savage pack on the edges of Ravensbruck. Her parents were the alphas of this pack, so she grew up fat and content, wanting for nothing and taking the slaves that served her for granted.
When adolescence hit, Roxy started asking questions about these rather pitiful wolves that served she and her family without question or complaint. The situation was beginning to feel wrong to her and her budding moral conscience. Her parents just laughed and told her that the ins and outs of the slaves were not important; all that mattered was that they were hers for the ordering, and if they ever disobeyed her she was to send them straight to them, the alphas.
None of this sat right with her, though she admittedly enjoyed being waited on. One night when she had just passed her first birthday, she snuck to her slaves paltry little den and asked her about her life. At first the slave was petrified and refused to talk (even at this young age, Roxanne was quite bulky) but eventually Roxanne convinced her that she could be trusted. The slave told Roxanne of all the abuse she had suffered throughout her life, much of it coming from Roxanne’s own parents. Roxy grew more and more horrified until she was in tears, in disbelief that she had been so naïve for so long.
The next day, Roxanne talked to her three siblings about the slaves’ situation. To her shock and dismay, they already knew…and didn’t particularly care. She begged them to start a change movement with her, but they just laughed and her brother Nico, concerned “for her sanity” told their alpha parents about Roxanne’s “bleeding heart” for the slaves.
Enraged, her father beat her and then beat the story-telling slave even harder. Blood dripping from his muzzle, he yelled to Roxanne: “Prove to us that you are part of this family, that you are not a slave lover! Kill that pitiful beast there! Tear her apart and do not stop until her sorry soul has been sent straight to hell!”
He meant, of course, for Roxanne to kill the slave she had so recently befriended. One would like to hear that Roxanne’s morals won out, that she told her father that HE could go to hell, and left the slave be.
But she didn’t. Family loyalty and fear won out. She killed the slave even as she cried and begged for mercy.
After that horrible day, it didn’t take long for Roxanne to find life with her pack intolerable: not because of poor treatment (her father seemed to favour her more after the killing) but because of her raging self disgust and the taste of wolf blood that seemed to never leave her mouth. So, without any fanfare or goodbyes, she ran from her pack and became a free roamer, vowing that she would never be a Dominor again.
