#one done

FULL NAME AT BIRTH:   roxanne eliana beck. rocky. DATE OF BIRTH:   june 13th. PERSONALITY TRAITS:   

+   tenacious, adaptable, alert, resourceful, self reliant -    evasive, suspicious, temperamental, apathetic, self preserved

SPECIES:    werewolf    (triggered).    she is not part of a pack. RELATIONSHIP STATUS:    single.     SEXUAL ORIENTATION:    demisexual. SIGNIFICANT CHARACTERISTICS:    nose and several ear piercings. SCARS:   scar around her neck area; not that deep but visible. she wears chokers to cover it but this is mostly to avoid questions regarding it. plus, she likes the look and feel of them. LAGUAGES SPOKEN:   english. OCCUPATION:    employed at li investigations by andrew li. previously employed at bare essentials as a waitress. CHARACTER INSPOS / PARALLELS: faith lehane (btvs), selina kyle (gotham), deena johnson (fear street), max mayfield (ST things)

BIOGRAPHY.       [NEEDS TO BE REDONE FOLLOWING THE REVAMP WITH FC]

life hasn’t always been kind to roxanne. she was born in detroit to young parents who quite frankly, weren’t ready to have a child. she doesn’t remember much about her youth except her parents were in and out of her life either with each other out on vacations or with other people often resulting rocky to be left with a careless sitter, one of her parents friends, before she was 5 when they would decide she didn’t need one anymore and then she was left at home to her own devices. when they were home, she can’t remember a single instance of them being relieved to see her, acting as if they were back to their steady job as if she was the job.

from the age of five, she was removed from her parents care and immediately transferred to the system where she would bounce around from home to home. she was labelled as a troubled kid; one who couldn’t be still nor keep her hands off other kids but even as a child, rocky would not accept any more form of mistreatment to her - especially from kids her own size. it was enough to call it quits from some of her foster families and she was given back. over the years, this would be a tactical move if she didn’t like the family she was placed with, maybe hoping one day would come when the right one would have and that day came; at nine years old, she was placed with a couple who were looking to raise a child and they were kind to her and roxanne naively clawed onto the generosity they showed her until one day they had news of their own - they were having their miracle baby. unfortunately they had only planned to care for one child and with a heavy heart, roxanne was returned back to the system with no explanation given and she decided then to stick with herself and it was a promise she kept from then on out with any family she was placed with.

teenage years were rough for rocky. because of her purposefully social isolation from her peer who for some reason deliberately and delightfully provoked her. one girl in particular who was part of a self proclaimed gang just had it out for her and the two would never get along, a fight breaking out whenever the two were in proximity and they would meet again off the school premises over summer break in their sophomore year. rocky had already been spending coming up on a year and a half with the new foster family who were determined to save her soul, make her reborn again and she was crawling out of her skin suffocated and inauthentic. how could she be forced to believe in something that held absolutely no meaning to her? besides, she could see past through the religious bullshit her ‘parents’ held and she hated the fakeness of it all. she’d bide her time outside for hours, days sometimes weeks alone with sometimes the beauty of it being right under their noses the whole time. it felt more natural to her to be alone, safer. or it should’ve been. one evening as she was going through the dark streets she’d heard a familiar voice; the girl who was always starting shit with her and this time the fight turn the most vicious than it ever could on the school yard. a knife was pulled to her throat, she could hear the others egging their friend on and she went into a fight or flight state; ultimately hitting her too hard in the head by blunt force and she was unconscious. or so rocky thought until she was declared dead the next day.

the incident was more than enough for her to call it quits, she’d grown tired of the foster family she was with as it was and didn’t want the hassle from them about this so she’d seen this as an opportunity to split and go solo - she was on her own most of the time anyway, why not? from the age of 16, she would roam the streets on her own, embrace the freedom even if she felt a large piece of her was missing as it had been for years but she accepted she was truly on her own, finding shelter, food and earning money through various schemes and thieving good items and her own turning locations often in secluded parts of woods or forests and she’d tell herself she’s happy.

at twenty she’d thought she’d discover that missing piece. someone she considered a nice acquaintance who’d convinced her to join the pack they belonged to after nearly a year of rebuffing she’d finally caved in, deciding to give it a shot and what she discovered a few weeks after joining would make her question the whole pack and her friend who convinced her to join their pack - she was a psychopath magnet it seemed and she wanted no part in what she’d seen the alpha and his second up to for sport so she’d end up riffling through the pack’s valuables they treasured as a whole, packed her bags and she was off again feeling stupid yet again for thinking it could’ve possibly been any different.

OTHER TIDBITS AND INFO / HEADCANONS.

no one actually knows rocky’s real name as she only goes by rocky.    unless discussed,  your muse will only know her as rocky. i have a whole headcanon why she goes by it but yeah.

before becoming a runaway at 16,   she racked up quite the record with the law.   mostly petty crimes, misdemeanors and theft.   obviously not all was mentioned in the biography but yeah.

rocky can be very deceptive but her main deception lies in imagination.   what this means is,   she creates these backgrounds for herself each time she finds a new town to live in.   she dislikes her past, upbringing and herself,    so she conjures up these false backstories of who she is. and she can remember the details of these stories as she’s been at it for years.   so in turn,   she can be a good liar.

she is very suspicious of others’ motives obviously.   she is full of the belief there’s always something in it for the other person from past experiences.   if you think she doesn’t trust you..   she doesn’t. she has a massive fear of abandonment which can cause her to self destruct because of it. basically, she wants the closeness of others so badly but will sabotage herself any shot to obtain it. 

 rocky is actually a talented artist; she has journals and drawing pads filled with sketches, drawings and comic strips. she does her best work when she’s high; her choice of drug being weed although she’s dabbled in other things in the past but point being: she does her best work. she has the confidence whilst high she otherwise lacks.

piggy backing off the above, she’s a covert nerd. she adores the older tekken game series, she likes most things mario, sonic, varying comics, older video games as well resident evil, silent hill. she likes current games as well with evil within being one of her favorites. basically, the gorier the better. 

speaking gory, she loves horror films. its her favorite genre aside from true crime and mysteries of the follktales and legends.  

POSSIBLE / WANTED  CONNECTIONS.

tbt.

He glances at the clock on the wall. It’s ten to four. Fuck. Even if he ran all the way to Saihara-chan’s locker he would have just enough time to take it out before Saihara-chan would be there asking what he was doing. No go.

So then what? Does he lie? Does he say the note and the chocolate were just a joke? That this was a prank gone far too long? Oh yeah, that’ll go over well. ‘Hey Saihara-chan yeah about the secret admirer letters, it was all just a big prank! The chocolate too! Nishishi~’ That’ll just get him slapped. Another no go.

Then what can he do? Can he run? He could probably make it all the way out the door to the front entrance in the next five minutes. He probably wouldn’t get caught, and more importantly, he won’t be here for this! Yeah, except if you’re not here it’s the same result as the last one. Another cruel prank. Someone playing ding-dong-ditch with Saihara-chan’s heart. “Damn it!”

The clock ticks; he’s so hyperaware of it it’s loud in his ear. But it’s not as loud as his regrets. He didn’t have to do this! He didn’t have to make chocolate at all! And it took so long to do it too. Dai-chan had to supervise him because he’s not allowed in the kitchen, and it took three different attempts to make something that was passable. It probably still sucks. All this work, just to inevitably get rejected! Great!

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. The clocktower resounds throughout the grounds.

To my beloved detective,

Come to the roof at 4:00. I’ll be waiting.

-You’re soon to be known admirer

P.S: enjoy the gift. It’s homemade~

The final bell chimes, and with it the door to the roof opens. FUCK! “Ouma…kun?” The soft voice of Saihara-chan rings out questioningly. Kokichi stops pacing and looks into the doorway to see him standing there, still holding the door open, mouth slightly ajar. You’re so surprised to see me! Of course, he is. Who would expect to see Ouma Kokichi? Who would hope for Ouma Kokichi as their secret admirer? “Are you…?”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner!” Kokichi cheers, throwing his fist up in the air in victory. He’s not feeling particularly victorious. The grin smashed on his face shouts otherwise. “Hope you didn’t try the chocolate before you got here! I wanted to see you try it.” That part is actually true. If he’s going to go out, he might as well go with a bang. Maybe he’ll stick around to see Saihara-chan scrunch his face up in disgust. Ha, as if he’d get that far. He’d probably just throw it out without trying!

The sound of the door gently closing prompts Kokichi to actually focus on the boy he invited to meet him. Saihara-chan doesn’t say anything for a while, slowly walking across the rooftop to meet him. He looks off to the side, clutching his arm as if he’s still trying to put together how to phrase his next works delicately. At least he wants to be nice about it. He’ll probably try to still be friends, and Kokichi will say okay like a dumbass even if it’ll hurt more. Finally, he manages to ask, with pink staining his cheeks, “Do you…really like me…?”

The plastic smile drops, leaving behind a thin line. “What do you think, Saihara-chan?” he asks, words soft. Despite writing poetry on notes for months and months, saying it out loud just can’t happen. Or maybe he’s just trying to distance himself ahead of time.

“I…had no idea,” Saihara-chan replies, finally looking him in the eye. The sunlight makes the gold of his eyes pop more. He’d take in their beauty more closely if he wasn’t waiting for the inevitable implosion of the world. It’s coming. It’ll be over soon. He’ll say the words Kokichi dreads to hear and he’ll go home and definitely won't cry in a pillow. Saihara-chan opens his mouth. Here it comes. The inevitable ‘Sorry, but…I don’t love you.’

Who would love him?

“Ilikeyouback!” Huh? The sentence hangs in the air despite being blurted out so fast. What? How? Is this a joke? A prank? Revenge for all the shit he’s pulled over the years? Maybe! He might even deserve it after knocking down the bookshelves in the library. His heart is racing; he’s almost dizzy. Is he dreaming? Did he mishear something? There’s no way there’s no way there’s no way!

Saihara-chan’s face is now the color of the heart-shaped box in his hand. Wait, that’s not the box he gave him. Is that…? “I actually…I was going to give this to you earlier, but then I kinda chickened out, and I thought I’d just save it this but…” He laughs, awkwardly, running his free hand through his hair, “it ended up in the same place. I’m pretty lucky, aren’t I?” That small and nervous smile is the world.

“You…like me…?” The words sound cracked and disbelieving to his hears. Like he could barely force them out of his mouth. He’s sure his façade has entirely shattered, leaving the shock plain as day on his face. Can it…really? He reaches for the red box but stops just short of taking it. Saihara-chan nods, audibly gulping. What are you apprehensive for? I already confessed! Kokichi takes the box gingerly. For a moment, all he can do is stare at it, fidgeting with it in his hands. And then he smiles, big and genuine and bright. “Good! Cause it’d be super boring if I spent a whole year writing you notes and nothing came of it.”