Name: Roxanne (Roxy) Dyre
Age: 55 (Looks 20)
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Summary: Strong and Brave. That is Roxanne. Fast and Wild. She lived fast and never really had time for all of the love and the craziness that went with it. Until Tamara. Her hair was like a melted chocolate waterfall and had eyes like sparkling emeralds. Roxy had never wanted anything as bad as she wanted this beautiful business lady. She was perfect. Smart, Fast paced, beautiful. Only issue - Roxy knew how everyone would see her. She watched as the woman who had become her good friend withered away with age then finally died.
She went years watching the world change before her eyes. What and who she was became something from ridicule from all to some to few.
"What the hell am I going to do?" She said to herself walking towards where her new job was. Switching jobs often had become a common thing for her. So had killing and watching the people around her die. If not of age then of health or somethings worse. Her shell had hardened into something that was unbreakable at this point. She was done. Love was for those who begged to hurt. And Roxanne vowed never to let such a stupid thing hurt her.
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Joining Keys: We should never try to deny the beast
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Example Post: "You will not fall in love today." Roxy told herself as she stared into the mirror. "No one is like you. You will live for hundreds of centuries. They will all die." She did this every morning. If she could talk herself into hating the world for making her an immortal killing machine she'd never love anyone. "Roxanne Dyre, You are strong and deadly and smart. You can do anything. You never needed her. You will never need anyone." She let her head drop as she let the daily lie fall from her soft lips. She did need someone. She was nothing but a crybaby. She growled at her reflection. She howled as she fell to her bathroom floor in a heap of tears. Why was she crying? "Because you want to be stupid and fall in love." She thought to herself. She let out a snarl at herself for breaking.
She needed to get a grip is what she needed. All she had turned into in the last 30 years was a whiny baby. She picked herself up and fixed her running make up. Roxanne was going to go out and find what she had been searching for. Someone who cared. Her brown eyes hard and serious but the rest of her face was soft and deceiving. After doing one more run through her hair with the straightener she left. She knew there had to be someone out there who was like her and would at the very most keep her company.
Age: 55 (Looks 20)
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Summary: Strong and Brave. That is Roxanne. Fast and Wild. She lived fast and never really had time for all of the love and the craziness that went with it. Until Tamara. Her hair was like a melted chocolate waterfall and had eyes like sparkling emeralds. Roxy had never wanted anything as bad as she wanted this beautiful business lady. She was perfect. Smart, Fast paced, beautiful. Only issue - Roxy knew how everyone would see her. She watched as the woman who had become her good friend withered away with age then finally died.
She went years watching the world change before her eyes. What and who she was became something from ridicule from all to some to few.
"What the hell am I going to do?" She said to herself walking towards where her new job was. Switching jobs often had become a common thing for her. So had killing and watching the people around her die. If not of age then of health or somethings worse. Her shell had hardened into something that was unbreakable at this point. She was done. Love was for those who begged to hurt. And Roxanne vowed never to let such a stupid thing hurt her.
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Joining Keys: We should never try to deny the beast
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Example Post: "You will not fall in love today." Roxy told herself as she stared into the mirror. "No one is like you. You will live for hundreds of centuries. They will all die." She did this every morning. If she could talk herself into hating the world for making her an immortal killing machine she'd never love anyone. "Roxanne Dyre, You are strong and deadly and smart. You can do anything. You never needed her. You will never need anyone." She let her head drop as she let the daily lie fall from her soft lips. She did need someone. She was nothing but a crybaby. She growled at her reflection. She howled as she fell to her bathroom floor in a heap of tears. Why was she crying? "Because you want to be stupid and fall in love." She thought to herself. She let out a snarl at herself for breaking.
She needed to get a grip is what she needed. All she had turned into in the last 30 years was a whiny baby. She picked herself up and fixed her running make up. Roxanne was going to go out and find what she had been searching for. Someone who cared. Her brown eyes hard and serious but the rest of her face was soft and deceiving. After doing one more run through her hair with the straightener she left. She knew there had to be someone out there who was like her and would at the very most keep her company.
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