#about rox

NAME: roxy calmasis lalonde ALIAS: rox, ro, rolal AGE: 26 (i think. ish.) FAMILY: dave (tumblr user 69d) and rose (tumblr user reigned seer), their ectobiological sibling children SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: dirk ‘robottattooartist’ strider, fiance

Personal

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: none really  SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: to be happy and safe with their friends and family nearby, also happy and safe. KNOWN LANGUAGES: english, french, alternian, a little east alternian SECRETS: roxy doesn’t really have any big secrets left. there’s a tattoo of dirk’s initials under the black cat tattoo on their ankle. they have conflicted feelings about finding jane.  SAVVIES: excellent shot, skilled in hand to hand combat, hacking, programming, field medicine, flirting, most complex maths and sciences, biology

Physical

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 5′1 SCARS / MARKS: large round scar in the center of their abdomen, three small round scars across their chest at an angle, many small scars on their hands and feet, several burn scars on their thighs. several tattoos: a quote from th elittle prince on their inner left arm, a heart on their inner right wrist, a silhouette of a cat on their right outer ankle, mutini the kitten sitting on a laser rifle on their back, dogwood leaves and blossoms on their thights.  ABILITIES / POWERS: flight/levitation, conditional immortality, manipulation of void, not just by way of pulling things from it, but also using it as a form of teleportation and other manifestations of it RESTRICTIONS: recovering addict, severe phobia of darkness and silence, anxiety, depression, ptsd, history of suicidal tendencies, physical issues as a result of childhood malnourishment

FOOD: taco bell DRINK: cherry soda, iced coffee PIZZA TOPPING: any kind of meat, hot sauce COLOR: pink, orange MUSIC GENRE: sad indie boy bands, girl power pop artists BOOK GENRE: fantasy  MOVIE GENRE: romantic comedies, ghibli films, documentaries  SEASON: spring and summer CURSE WORD: definitely fuck SCENT(S): oranges, ocean spray, hot metal

Other

BOTTOM OR TOP: the bottomest bottom  SINGS IN THE SHOWER: loudly and always LIKES BAD PUNS: absolutely

roxy looks at jade and sees herself seven years ago teetering on the edge of either complete destruction or rebirth and she just wants to help her SO BAD. she wants jade to know that she will BE THERE but also she doesnt want jade to feel pressured or overwhelmed or like she’s being babied. 

she wants jade to pull this off. she wants to help her stick the landing. 

roxy sees so, so much of jake in jade and it just breaks her little heart. in another world where the kids all found each other sooner, this familiarity might very well have led to a passing crush. roxys just Like That. 

john. joooohn john john. They. 

rox desperately wants them to come to her to talk about gender stuff. she wants to be there for them. but also in a weird way she’s never really 100% positive how to act around them? johns like, status as an individual in roxys life has shifted more than probably ayone elses. her links to people are generally pretty static because of her isolation, but because their situation has changed so much, and john has changed so much, so the bond between them has shifted over time and roxy isnt sure what to do with that

i mean she loves them to death, obviously, and she’d do basically anything for them up to and including things john would probably not in fact even Want lmao. she and dirk do have some things in common, after all. 

the minute your eyes open, you see dirk snap to his feet. he hadn’t been sleeping. you figured he was awake, even if you couldn’t see his eyes, and his movement only reassured you. in a literal flash, he had gone across the room, shut the door to the room, and wedged it shut with his sword.

“Are you sure it looks okay?” Roxy asked, turning to their friend and frowning as they fussed with the neckline of their dress. “I know it was my idea to pick something that left these visible,” Roxy indicated the two visible scars from the pitchfork on their dress, above the plunging neckline. The lower was slightly disguised by a bit of yellow and orange lace, but they were definitely obviously scars. “I could cover them up, I’m sure I have something that will blend them in with the rest of my skin...” they trailed off, grabbing a makeup bag from the vanity behind them and rifling through it. 

A hand reached out and grabbed Roxy’s wrist, gently forcing them to set the bag down. Roxy sighed, turning to face Flora and nodding. “I know, I know. I look fine.”

“You look beautiful!” Flora chided, adjusting one of the curls slipping from their elaborate updo. “And it’s not like Dirk’s never seen your scars before.” she snickered. 

“Ya think once we’re married he’ll tell me whatever the fuck his secret tattoo is?” Roxy asked, laughing slightly. 

The calendar glowed from the screen of Roxy’s computer as they spun around in their chair, wasting time as they waited for a test to finish. Another December 4th, coming and going. Birthdays were... weird, when you were immortal. They were especially weird when you were immortal but had never expected to live past 18, let alone for multiple centuries. So it was decidedly bizarre to be sitting here, well over a hundred years old, running the numbers on their husband’s latest bizarre idea to build a functional living quarters on the goddamn moon. 

► Name? ➔ roxy, ro, rolal, rox, etc

► Are you single? ➔ nop

► Are you happy? ➔ most days, sure, and compared to like, six years ago, lmao, considerably so

► Are you angry? ➔ only on thursdays

► Are your parents still married? ➔ i dont have parents 

NINE FACTS

► Birth place? ➔  a meteor hurtling thru space

► Hair color? ➔ blonde and pink

► Eye color? ➔ orange.

► Birthday? ➔ i arrived on earth on dec 4th 2409 

► Mood? ➔ mostly tired tbh 

► Gender? ➔ irrelevant, but i do use they or she pronouns

► Summer or winter? ➔ winter, pls thx

► Morning or afternoon? ➔ early mornin

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ yea

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ i dont fuckin kno man ive been in love w the same dude since i was like ten

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ no one bc it didnt exist lol

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ i truly do not think so

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔nah

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yah

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ la noir doubt react

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ yes, every day for like, 22 yrs lol

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust? ➔ love

► Lemonade or iced tea? ➔ y not BOTH

► Cats or dogs? ➔ cats, definitely cats

► A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔ a few bfffffs

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔ i dont do wild anymore lol

► Day or night? ➔ day

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out? ➔ i ahve never once in my life had an authority figure to prevent me from doin anythin

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ i taught myself 2 walk n spent most of my early life drunk wtf do u think 

(yes)

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ once again, only ever day for 22 str8 years lmao

► Wanted to disappear? ➔ this is LITERALLY my superpower

FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes? ➔ eyes!!

► Fat or skinny? ➔ fuck off

► Shorter or taller? ➔ taller and its not a high bar w my 5′1 ass

► Intelligence or attraction? ➔ wtf does this even mean

► Hook-up or relationship? ➔ my demi ass could not have a casual hook up if u fckin paid me lol

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ idk we kind of just refound each other were workin on it

► Would you say you have a “messed up life”? ➔ *ten minutes of hysterical laughter that slowly bleeds into sobbin’

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ yeah

► Have you ever gotten kicked out? ➔ not of like, my house or family, but like, ive been banned from SEVERAL clubs so?

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ who has time 2 keep shitty ppl in their life tbh

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends? ➔yeah

► Who is your best friend? ➔ i mean, dirk, but hes kind of his own category, so outside of dirk, prob flora?

you hate dreams.

there are only two kinds you have anymore, and they both fucking suck. 

there are the bad dreams, the nightmares. the dreams that make you wake screaming and clawing the sheets, or your own arms, or the skin of your neck and stomach, or the empty air above you in the dark. the ones where you relive every awful memory. visions of other awful things.