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ππ¨ππ π‘ππ π β¬ Roxanne Corbett
πππππ¦ππ¦ β¬ Roxy, Roxπππ β¬ 23
ππ’ππππ β¬ Aries
πππ₯π§ππ£ππππ β¬ London
π₯ππ¦ππππ‘ππ¬ β¬ North Londonπ¦π£πππππ¦ β¬ Apparently a werewolf, but she knows damn well she's not one and is still trying to figure that out
π¦πππππ¦ β¬ Adaptability, possible shapeshifting capabilities (she's still working on that and doesn't know how that happened to her when she turned into a werewolf), has a way with words (she will probably sweet talk you into doing what she wants)
πͺππππ‘ππ¦π¦ππ¦ β¬ Impulsive, anger issues (could snap if she feels threatened), unable to control her powers or whatever they are, might come out as full of herself at timesπ π’πππ β¬ Jeon So-yeon
πππππ‘ππ‘π π§π₯πππ§ β¬ Her eyes. The spark in them could easily be confused with the one belonging to werewolf and of course she goes with it.
Whenever she reborns her eyes become bloody red for a couple of seconds (the only one who notices was the lady from 1892 β Roxanne's sure that the werewolves who found her didn't see anything)
π¦π§π¬ππ β¬ Loves experimenting, after all she has seen many fashion trends during her lifetimes. Has a soft spot for corsets though.
π£π₯ππππ π£π’π¦π¦ππ¦π¦ππ’π‘ β¬ A ring with a red stone straight out from the Victorian Era.π ππ‘π‘ππ₯ π’π π¦π£ππππ, π π’π©ππ ππ‘π§, ππ‘π ππππ‘π β¬ Due to her many life experiences, Roxanne has learned quite a few things especially speech wise. Every now and then she would use an older/uncommon word while speaking. That doesn't change the fact that she has a way with words and can be very persuasive (her looks are a plus though).
She walks with pride β straight back and head up high and you notice her only because you can feel there's a different air in the room once she arrives.
Roxanne is usually very vague when it comes to talking about her life as a werewolf, after all she's not one. She keeps her face as natural as she can even though she's scared to admit she is something else.π¦π¨π π ππ₯π¬ β¬ The first thing someone notices about Roxanne is her intense gaze, giving the perception she is staring right into your soul. Call it curiosity, call it cockiness β either way she does that. Possibly is because she simply wants to πππ πππππππ , thinking that maybe, analyzing the others could help in understand her own nature.
She eagers to know but is too scared to admit it to anyone. After all she has been taught about the creatures living in this world and has yet to find something similar to her.
Roxanne's found herself thinking about it at times, but she doesn't want to spiraling down the train of thoughts and lose control (after all, has she ever had control at all?).
Her main goal is to live her life to the fullest because she never knows what comes next, so she might as well make the most of it.
Her π° πππππ π ππ attutide could make her come out as full of herself, but she is not a bad person... she is just not the kindest.
Roxanne has always loved music and thanks to her multiple lifetimes she manages to come up with extremely creative guitar riffs inspired by different time periods.
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ππ¨π§ππ¨π§, ππππ
The rain was pouring and no soul was to be seen in London city center. Everything was quiet except for the raindrops hitting the ground.
A sudden thunder broke the silence.
After that there was another one.
And then another noise alongside the one of the sky.
It was the noise of heels, clacking on the wet ground, faster and faster.
The thunders were covering yet another noise β the frantic breath of the girl who was running.βYou! You! Stop right there you whore!β
A voice echoed in the small streets.
The girl opened the door of her small house and was looking around to find something she could use as a weapon, but the only thing she saw before the door was knocked down was only one vase with a single red rose in it.
βYou thought you could run eh, Roxanne?β
He slammed his hand on the table and the vase fell off, breaking into pieces.
With his other hand he grabbed the girl by the neck and was pinned against the wall.βI didnβt do anything, it wasnβt me, I-β
The man didnβt let her talk.
He hit her with his knife multiple times until she was laying on the floor in a pool of blood.Beside her lifeless body was laying the red rose.
πππ¬π ππ¨π§ππ¨π§, ππππ
The whistle of the train signaled the imminent departure.
The women hurried getting on the train clutching their big gowns while the men were saving the seats for them.
A woman found her seat next to a girl who looked like she was sleeping.
Another whistle β longer than the one before, meant that there was no time left.
The train was about to leave, the gears in motion making a piercing noise.The girl sleeping suddenly felt her head exploding.
It felt like her blood was rushing all of a sudden to her head and she wanted to let out a scream.She opened her eyes.
The woman sitting next to her was startled and looked at her.βOh goodness graciousβ¦β
The woman was scared.
She looked straight into the girlβs eyes and she could swear they were bloody red.βWhatβ¦ wereβ¦β
The girl looked confused.
She looked down at her hands, touched her face and then looked at the woman next to her.βWhere are we?β
The woman rubbed her eyes and noticed that the girl had a normal eye color.
π΄ππππ πππ ππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππ π πππ β¦
βMiss, we are on the train headed to Londonβ¦ are you sure you are feeling well? What is your name?β
π»ππππβ¦ π³πππ ππβ¦
The girl caught a glimpse of a newspaper and read the date.
ππ’π³π€π© 26π΅π©, 1892
π°π πππβπ ππβ¦
βMy name is Roxanneβ
Five years later, Roxanne died in a train crash.
Before getting on that train a man gifted her a red rose.She woke up again in 1915, 1959 and 1974.
Roxanne soon realized that she had a gift β she would never ππππππ die.
But that blessing was also her curse.
She would suffer the pain of dying every single time and wouldnβt know where or when she would start her new life.The only thing she was sure of was that when she would see a red rose, death was just around the corner
ππ¨π«ππ‘ ππ¨π§ππ¨π§, ππππ
The full moon was shining in the sky slowly changing its color from bright white to red.
A growl cut through the trees.There was someoneβ¦ πππππππππ that was in great pain.
πΎππ π πππ ππ ππππ ππ ππππ ππππ ππππ...?
Roxanne finally opened her eyes, but she couldnβt see her hands or arms.
Instead she had claws and paws and her body didnβt feel as it should have beenβ¦Her train of thoughts was interrupted when she saw two big wolves in front of her β no, those werenβt normal wolves, they were way too big and way too scary to be wolves.
They told her they would hep her because she was one of ππππ.
Roxanne didnβt know how she understood them, but was in too much pain to think about the hows.She looked at them and nodded.
In the dark of the night, the two didnβt realise that for a couple of seconds Roxanneβs eyes were as red as the moon.ππ¨π§ππ¨π§, ππππ
Roxanne was sitting in a pub lazily sipping a beer.
She was thinking about how this time things were different.
Two years earlier she was found by two werewolves and, apparently, she was one of them.
She didnβt know how, but in that moment, she was like them.
It was like she could change her appearanceβ¦They welcomed her into their clan and offered her a place to live, helped her with everything, explained how the world of magical beings worked, who the other creatures were β vampires, witchesβ¦ but nothing came close to what she was.
Hell, she didnβt even know herself what πππ was.Those thoughts were irritating her.
Roxanne chugged her beer and went back to her house.She played some riffs with her guitar and there was no space for anything else.
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