Roxanne Kelly - Canine

by **Roxanne Kelly** Mon May 26, 2014 12:00 pm

Roxanne Anaya Kelly

Nicknames · Roxy, Rox
Age · 21
Gender · Female
Race · Anthro
Species · Fox
Sexual Orientation · Lesbian
Occupation · Student | Bartender - Elektric Chair

Appearance

The most unique part of Roxanne, other than her personality, is her eyes. One is green and the other a light brown/red color. She has flowing locks of red hair which reach to her mid back area. She is a sexy fox, who is into flashing off her assets as much as possible. She wears low cut shirts, paints her nails black more than often. Though she has nothing to hide on her arms, she loves the feeling of her forearms being covered and wears sleeves. She has a thing for change and often changes her appearance, either by coloring her hair or even styling it differently. She is spontaneous with everything she does.

Personality

Roxanne is a beautiful lesbian. She has loved girls all her life, found males to be disturbing and nasty. She will never do anything more with a male than kissing. Her favorite drinking game is spin the bottle, of course, you have to take a shot and kiss someone, but that's only the fun part. She is pretty easy to get along with, as long as you do not piss her off. Once she hates you, there's barely any way to leave that zone. She is passionate when she loves, if she loves. She is not very committed, so it would take a very special girl to tie this wild beauty down. She smokes cigarettes and drinks alcohol. Sometimes she will toy with harder drugs, but for the most part she stays pretty clean. She attends college for the parties, not to learn or anything she thinks is lame. She likes bad girls and preppy girls the same, normally lingering by the cheerleaders for a chance to take one into the locker room and have some wicked sex.

History

There's not too much to her life. She is a pretty independent woman and will do anything for herself. She proves daily she does not need a man to do things for her. Since she was a child, her father left their family at a young age. he was a jerk anyway, and the two never got along. Roxanne was the second oldest of four. When she was requested to get a job, Roxanne found herself a job at a record store, selling old records and CDs. She made minimum wage, but the was when the crime started. She started stealing from the shop keeper, selling the CDs on the side and making even more money. This kind of cartel led to drug cartel. she got herself in pretty deep, was a wide ranged drug dealer and worked her ass off to hide her tracks. she ran from the cops multiple times and even changed her identity for a couple months so they would leave her be.

she still deals drugs out here and there, still has connections with most club owners, and druggies. If you need anything, I would suggest going to her. In her college years, she does a little of anything to get out of class. She takes them so her mother will stay off her ass about her future. She works as a bartender for the Elektric Chair, and though she no longer steals, she makes mad tips there. She will do just about anything to get a good tip.

Roleplay Sample

From My Thread On Dreamworld - "To The Death"

Eight years ago, the world was a beautiful place. Trees and flowers lived happily in the yards and town cities with the humans. Lush green was everywhere. People lived carefree and easy lives. The only thing which stopped it all, was one small outbreak, which quickly took over the world. At the first signs of outbreak, the government was scared and unaware what to do. So they sent int heir troops to combat the vile creatures which plagued the land. Many soldiers died, trying to fight the aggressors, who only wished to consume their bodies. Tyson had joined the corp at 18, fresh out of high school, and in his two years with the corp, he was a strong asset. He helped learn the way to kill them, teaching it to his troops across the globe. But the war raged on and the numbers of the undead increased. The military began to fall back, after their brothers in arms turned from the gruesome battle.

Tyson fought as long as he could, but soon retreated to a village some settlers had created. It was a world from the outside, they had people posted at every point, ready and waiting for the undead to scourge their lands. In a couple months time, no outbreak had occurred in the tiny city, leaving the people to finally feel safe and at peace. With the loss of his rifle and pistol, the now 28 year old man, wielded a crossbow. It was easy for him to make arrows as well as retrieve them from the dead corpses.

But in the peace of the land, there were some who wished to take out their frustration and loss on those who patrolled the forests. So Tyson was tasked with gathering a team, teaching them the military ways of fighting, as well as some he had picked up along the way. "Don't waste your ammo, shoot for the head," he said with his Carolina accent, and his thick southern drawl. As he led the group, some died and turned, but were put down before anymore could change. Tyson had done the honors when others could not take the life of their undead friend. They could not separate the life from what was to what is. Tyson soon found himself on these hunts alone. But honestly, he liked it better this way. There was nobody to slow him down.

As he moved from the trees, he noticed a small town up ahead. He had been there before, but there had never been so many zombies gathering around it. Something must have been going on. Taking out his dagger, he killed a couple zombies who lingered on the outside. As their bodies fell, he moved slowly forward. Eying a ladder from a one story building, he climbed up it, dagger pressed tightly in his teeth. As he made it to the rooftop, he walked towards the edge. It was there he saw the person against the wall and the zombies coming in closer and closer. From this distance, Tyson could not tell if the human was male or female, but either way, they needed saving.

Grabbing his crossbow from his back, he aimed it towards the closest zombie and fired it right into the skull. The arrowhead went straight through and got stuck in the eyeball. As the zombie fell to the ground, a string of arrows attacked the ones around him until Tyson knew he could take the rest on hand to hand. Sliding down the drain pipe, he made his way towards the horde. Slicing and dicing as he moved closer to the human. He picked up his arrows and tucked them back into his quiver as he moved to the boy. "Come with me, I'll get you to a safe place from here." He said as he held out his hand.

Out Of Character Information

Your Name/Alias · DarkWolfProwler
How Long Have You Been Roleplaying? · Years
How did you find us? · Owner
What's the best way to contact you? · PM