PARKER, Roxie

[ROXIE ♥ PARKER]

RoxanneMarieParker

Name» Roxanne Marie Parker
Nicknames» Roxie

Age» 22
Birthday» January 31st

Gender» Female
Orientation» Anything that interests her

Species» Demon
Abilities»The usual demon abilities, nothing special since she is young and still learning

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Occupation« Student
Class Year« 8th year
Political Views« Against

Hair Color« Dirty Blonde
Eye Color« Blue
Height« 5ft 2inches
Trademarks« Piercings: ears, nose, bellybutton. Tattoos: Several that are hidden behind her clothing
Playby«Jessica Stam

Likes« torture, listening to people screaming and crying, darkness and the things that hide in the shadows, the latest and most expensive fashions, drinking black coffee,

Dislikes« Weakness, being so isolated, getting blood on her nice heels, people that use guns (because they make the kill go by so quickly), the sun, going to the beach (she will not be caught dead there), religion

Strengths« Heightened senses, very cruel with a sick mind, the ability to find a weakness and exploit it

Weaknesses« Obviously iron and salt, a great pair of fashionable boots with a heel, lacks compassion, lacks any sort of filter so she openly speaks her mind and often offends people

Mother» Anna Parker
Father» Thomas Parker
Siblings» none
Children» none
Other» an old grandmother

Home» Elysian

History» Roxanne’s grandmother was an old demon who came to the new world across the ocean on a ship when she was still considered young and naïve. Demons had always been a part of European tradition and culture, so to leave that all behind was considered scandalous but some still went. Her grandmother was part of the first wave that arrived to the New World and began to set up a life for herself and her fellow demons. Everything seemed to be going well for the demon community. They blended in with the world around them, as they had done in Europe, and once a month there were just reports of mysterious deaths that had been occurring. Still the world was new and it was easy for them to hide in it. The next few hundred years were rather uneventful for her grandmother as she continued to live and eventually met and created a child with a fellow demon. That fellow demon was a very wealthy man during that time period; he sold illegal things to the humans such as booze when they were told that they could no longer have it by their government. He made a killing and supported his family by providing them with only the best things that money could buy. Eventually their child, Thomas, grew up and mated with another demon to create Roxanne. However before she was born into this world Thomas and Anna moved to Elysian with Thomas’ mother since they wanted to be more open about their true nature.

She was created 22 years ago and within her 22 years her parents knew that they had created something special. Even from an early age she showed the perfect amount of aggression and restraint when it came to killing. They loved how she smiled when she took a life and how she took pleasure in watching that person suffer. They taught her and she learned that she was entitled to whatever pleasure she wanted since her family was a wealthy demon family. Thomas spoiled his daughter as best as he could, showering her with gifts and clothing that she often wore and then tossed away so she did not have to wear something twice. And when she was finally old enough she began attending St. Gabriel’s school with her fellow supernatural children. Fitting in became very difficult for the torturous demon since she enjoyed their screams more than their laughter and as a result she is very isolated. She watches them laugh and joke with each other from a far while she just waits. One day she thinks that demons will overtake her fellow supernatural creatures since the rest of them are weak. Right now she is just waiting to finish up her schooling and go out into the real world.

RP Sample»

Almost ten years of her life were gone and spent with a man that she did not consider anything more than a companion for the sake of appearances. Their marriage was nothing more than a sham to maintain their society’s fake smile and line purity. The Avery name was not noticeable among the wealthy but her appearance caught his eye when they were young and that is how she worked her way into their society and upon her wedding bed she learned the rules that she would follow for her husband’s sake. His rules were now hers to obey or risk the back of his hand making contact with her soft and delicate skin. Or so he threatened… his threats were often empty promises to Roxie and each time he failed to deliver she felt her heart sink ever so slightly. As his tone got angrier she could feel her heart beginning to race and when he would ball his fists up as if he was ready to punch her there was this high as if for once in her miserable life she felt alive. The proper pureblood wife would give anything just to feel that rush that came with the fear of being hit by her loving husband. And when he would back away she felt like she was disappearing back into the painted and fake world that she was stuck in. Once again he would banish her into nothingness only to return when he had need of her again.

It was no wonder that she sought the company of the more dangerous people in the pureblood community. Someone who understood her and could give her that rush of feeling alive, but no such person ever presented themselves. Just more people who enjoyed their fake smiles and proper manners, people who looked down on Roxie for being from a lesser class. There were always rumors about the spoiled wife of Abraxas Malfoy. Whenever she left the manor it was always in the best clothing that he would buy her, draped with gems and jewelry so fine that it blinded people with its sparkle. A black skirt made only from the finest fabrics available in London and a jacket with the collar lined with the softest animal fur. Her earrings were worth more than most people’s entire collection of jewelry and she wore them like they were costume piece equal to the worth of dirt. And when she stepped out onto the streets of Knockturn Alley people stopped and watched her as she gracefully moved through the damp streets. The heels on her boots clicked softly on the cobblestone. Roxie did not care who saw her and she looked forward to returning home to an angry husband who would demand an explanation for her prancing around through such vile streets. He would want to know why she would lower herself to take tea at such a place. Her answer… would be nothing more than to sit there and watch with amusement as his rage would grow. A soft smirk formed at the corners of her ruby red lips as she entered into the establishment.

Expecting to see someone she once knew and once thought of fondly. A poor boy that was lucky enough to know the sting of disownment and all of the wonders it opened up for. He was truly lucky in Roxie’s mind but she imaged how hard it would be. Even if she hated her husband there was some comfort about her life that she would not trade for her freedom. The ability to wear such a fine coat was beyond anything her parents could provide her with and even as a child she knew that marriage was to be her fate. If she had ever gotten the opportunity to dream then where would her mind lead her? Somewhere they no longer mattered as her fate had been sealed a long time ago. When she did not see him right away she took a seat at the back corner table and just waited in the plush chair. A waiter approached and she quickly dismissed him with an order for a pot of the finest tea they possessed at the shop. Her blue eyes focused in on the door for a moment as she continued to just wait for his arrival.

Alias«Rebecca
Time Zone«Eastern
Contact« PM
How long have you been rping?« like 2 years now
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Other Characters« None
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