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OW: Roxanne Ruthfield Advanced

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Published: Dec 21, 2012

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EDIT: ROTFL, 2nd semester assignments might help me make it through.

Damn, I didn't do assignments because I was busy

Urgh, life, stahp getting in my way.

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Basic Information:

//Name:
Roxanne "Roxy" Ruthfield

//Age:
An immortal being, appears around 20

//Height:
5'6'' (about 167 cm)

//Species:
Hybrid between an Incubus and a Hantu Kopek

Academic Information:

//Level:
Advanced

//Current Classes:

OTW 103 - Introduction to Familiar

CRS 101 - Introduction to Dollmaking

//Passed Classes:

OTW 101 - Incantations

ELM 101 - Introduction to Elementalism

OTW 104 - Introduction to Magical Herbs

SHD 102 - Shadow Tendrils

//Experience: That...is a good question. //shot

Personal Information:

//Likes:
Books and reading, sparring, running, quiet places, libraries, friends, most of her family

//Dislikes:
Loud and obnoxious people/places, idiots

//Fears:
Her father, tight spaces, the dream plain

//Goals:
Roxy's primary goal is to attend classes this year. Due to an inconvenient sickness the previous year, she was unable to most classes.

//Personality:
Calm, quiet, stubborn at times, dedicated, some-what irritable, awkwardly anti-social

//History:
Roxy was sent to Otherworlde because she is horrible at magic in general, she can barely manage dream walking and persuasion.

She has learned not to rely on her magic; instead she has taught herself how to fight with her weapon of choice, an electric whip.

When snapped, the whip crackles with lightning and is capable of cutting through bone. With a flick of her wrist, she can coil the whip around the body of her victim and send shock waves through him until he loses consciousness or dies. It was a gift from her father on her third birthday, she has been training with it ever since.

She has gotten a bit better at basic magic; she still has a long way to go to gain her father's approval.

//Misc. Information:
She mostly keeps her expression neutral because she does not know how to react to certain people/situations/feelings.

She can be cold and snappy at times but, usually she is calm, collected, and quiet. Neither kind, nor rude; she prefers to remain a "Switzerland" of sorts.

She loves to read; she will read anything but, tends to have a small attention span so if the first few paragraphs are not attention grabbers she will not read it. She always engrosses herself in everything she reads so, more often than not, she ignores anyone calling for her while she is reading.

Roxy's mother was a Hantu Kopek (female nightmare demon) who she has never met. She does not know if her mother is dead or alive and, honestly, she couldn't care less. Her father told her from a very young age that her mother left them after she was born. Roxy has pushed her birth mother out of her mind and learned to focus on her current family.

Roxy's step-mother is Dez's mother and her father's current wife. Her step-mother does not treat her bad, on the contrary she is always trying to talk to and connect with her step-daughter. But, Roxy will have none of it, she respects her step-mother but, refuses to call her 'mother' and instead calls her by her given name.

She wishes to finally get the words 'Good work.' out of her father's mouth. Her whole life, her father has not praised her once. The closest he ever comes to a praise is 'Adequate; you can improve more." She believes that if she graduates from the academy with flying colors, her father will finally praise her.

She has always had symptoms of a lingering sickness from when she was a child. A recent splurge of it almost killed her. She vomited blood, had fevers of impossible temperatures, and almost left herself in the confines of the dream plain. Her skin split and peeled in many places from the tension and some of the veins in her eyeballs popped. However, she healed fairly quickly. It took her around a year to recuperate, hence her long absence.

//Roleplay Information:

I can roleplay anytime/anywhere, all you have to do is ask~

I roleplay best on skype, ask me for my ID.

//Script Sample:

Roxy: *she had watched the torn skin of her body slowly knitting together and forming new skin, not even a scar to speak for the ugly gash that had been there earlier. The peeling skin around her body slowly melted away before falling on the ground in piles on rose colored ash. She looked up at the face of the Shaman; the deep crease between his eyes on his coppery skin, his mouth closed in a tight curve and turned down in a concentrated frown. His hands moved up and down quickly in inane gestures and indescribable angles, his slender fingers flicking now and then. Roxy felt no pain, actually, she felt nothing at all. Her mind only registered the face of the Shaman and the repairing of her skin. Her hair curled around her body, where as before it had been in a short, choppy boy's cut. Her vision cleared as the veins in her eyes retreated back into her skull, fully healed and well. Her skin brightened from the pallid yellow it had been before and color touched her lips and cheek. Her fingernails, torn out from where she had clawed into her own arms and the ground, slowly grew back. The Shaman worked miracles; healing a body so far ripped could not have been easy.* *Finally, his concentration broke, a sheen layer of sweat on his forehead. He dabbed at it daintily with a gold, silken handkerchief as Roxy pulled herself off of the ground. He looked at her expectantly and raised an eyebrow. She reached into her pockets rather shakily and withdrew a large wad of bills. She dropped it into his outstretched hand and gazed at him through slightly glazed eyes. Her lips pressed into a thin line as the Shaman's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. She sighed, almost in an unnoticeable act, and withdrew another cluster of bills. She set the money into his hands and rolled her eyes as he grinned. She turned on her heel, her knees almost giving out, and strolled as gracefully as she could manage in her "just-fixed" stage out of the door, slamming it decidedly in the process.*

//Paragraph Sample:
It's pretty much the same as my script sample, but in a paragraph format~

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Urgh my writing sucks butt.

Maybe if one day my life permits, I'll redo this whole thing.}