ROXANNE | DISTRICT TWO | FIN

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Name: Roxanne Briana Decker Roxy
Age: EIGHTEEN
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:

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Personality:

Career. Outgoing, social, great people skills. Very punctual. Good at getting people to have fun. Physically affectionate. Attention seeking, loves crowds. Seductive, open, revealing, loving, empathetic, attachment prone. Enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests her. Excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities. Needs to live life in accordance with her inner values. Sarcastic. Disorganized. Prone to losing things. Irresponsible. Acts without thinking. Rule breaker. Easily distracted. Comfortable in unfamiliar situations. Attracted to strange things. Likes to stand out. Easily talked into doing silly things. Pleasure seeking, risk taking. Adventurous. Irrational. Likes to try new things, unconventional, energetic, impulsive, dangerous. Avid pot smoker. Finicky. Impish. Klutz.

History:

Very close-knit family. Parents that actually love each other. They work hard so that Roxy doesn't have to experience the same hardship some others do. She was very open and brave even as a child, and became known for her personality. She was also known for being reckless and impulsive and so teachers have a bitter-sweet relationship with her because smart but also chooses the dumb decisions on purpose? She was a decent career, nothing special other than her knowledge, but good enough to get by. Two little brothers that do an exceptional job of annoying her.

Codeword: ODAIR
Comments/Other:

how about don't judge me for making infinity characters?

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[bg=ffffff][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] r o x a n n e there's a humming in the restless summer air and we're slipping off the course that we prepared but in our chaos there is calculation dropping glasses just to hear them break My name is Roxanne Briana Decker Roxy, and I am eighteen years old. I was born in District Two, and I am proud of it. My favorite color is red, and I love my friends. In my spare time, I like reading, because if I can't go the moves, I have to know how they are performed, right? Red. It was the color of the dress my mother wore the day my father first saw her. It was the shade of her lips when she first smiled, it was the color they imagined when they thought of one another. It was the color both of them saw during their first (and probably only) fight. It was the color of my father's knuckles when he was finished with the man that tried to steal my mother's peace of mind. It was the color of my hair when I was first brought into the world, (And when I haven't dyed it blonde because they have the most fun) and my brothers years after me. It was the color of my nails when I found my mother's collection of polish, and the color of my face when she caught me. It seems everything about my life revolves around the color, something that might not seem important at all, but has always been there regardless. In the eighteen years I have spent on this earth, living in district two, the land where everyone has to be the best, it is that one must always appreciate the little things. I am not saying they have to be picky on every detail- or that they must concentrate on all of the small things that build our worlds into beautiful, painful, tangible life, no, it is my job to be finicky. I always have been, and I always will be, but being a perfectionist is not always a bad thing. It has gotten me to the top of my class (which is not saying much, if I am being perfectly honest.) It keeps my room clean, and helps me see every possible outcome of a situation, so even though I might pay too much attention to actually see the beauty in things, it does manage to help me at times. I like to think that I am a cheery person. One that is always fun to be around, always willing to have a good time, and one others can talk to. I am very accepting, if I do say so myself, and I can adapt to change fairly well as long as it doesn't involve physical labor. In those cases I usually end up with a scraped knee (more red) and a hurt sense of pride. I have been called clumsy more than once, and though I don't take pride in it, especially in a district where the only acceptable answer is to be a machine engineered to destroy, and crafted to win, but I have learned to accept it, more or less. I like to flirt, but only just. There have been numerous rumors about me being a slut, but other than a couple of close encounters with only two boys, (Keifer Degraw and Dustyn Chase) I have never even came close to having sex. I am physically affectionate, sure, and I get easily attached. I won't hesitate to hug someone if they, or I, need it, but that doesn't make me some sort of harlot. It makes me human. It is one of the only things about myself that makes me feel human, actually. I usually pride myself on being unique. People say it's wrong to be different, but it's not. It's okay to be who I am, and I know that, and I try my very hardest to. I know that I could probably trip over a straight line, and I know that I would probably find a way to make a plastic bubble dangerous. I know that my room probably holds thousands of dollars worth of jewelry I took off and lost somewhere beneath the messy stack of papers that covers the wooden desk in the corner like a table clothe made of wadded up pieces of parchment with ideas for stories that I always seem to loose interest in when I take a deeper look into them. I know that I am easily distracted as well, which probably wouldn't be a good thing in any arena, but the point is that I am aware of who I am as a person, and I love myself. The little girl wore a dress the color of sunshine, and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail of bright strawberry blonde curls. The bright colors pulled out the flecks of gold hidden within her forest green eyes, and her smile, like that of the sun for which she reminded people of, was beautiful and bright. She ran as fast as she could. Her playmates surpassed her, they always did, but she was used to it. She knew her place was not running, it was studying. Even at the young age of nine she was reading at a high level and already had a well developed vocabulary, and she wasn't afraid to show it through the use of sarcasm. As all her friends came to a rest, hands on their knees and struggling to control their breathing, Roxanne kept on running. Where was she going? She didn't know, and she didn't have to. All her friends started up again, this time following in her footsteps. She didn't have to be the best, she was still in charge. She was still the leader. My parents love me, and they love my brothers- Kollin and Brady- and they actually love each other. It is so common these days to see couples forget one another along the way of struggling to find a better life for their children, but my mother and father have both successfully saved the three of us from a life of poverty, and saved their relationship from being placed on the chopping block all at once, which is why I am convinced that they are the best parents to ever exist. Sure, they get on my nerves, and they kiss in front of me which makes me want to gauge my eyes out with toothpicks, but they are there for us, so I try my hardest to look passed it. Besides, I am not the perfect daughter. I'm not the worst, but I could be a lot better. I could try a little harder when training, because my heart really isn't in it, if I am being completely honest. I could try and choose the smart decision, instead of choosing the bad one because it means more adventure every now and again, and I could definitely try to watch my mouth, although the majority of the people I insult (which is not a lot) think I am joking. I could also try to stay away from drugs, but it isn't like I do any of the really bad stuff. Just something that makes me cheerful and hungry for a while, although I think it is beginning to affect my intelligence, and I can't really sacrifice that because it is the only thing I've got going for me. You know, since I am physically incapable of even shooting a damn bow. If you were to ask me about the technique, how to hold it, where to aim, I could give you the right answer. If you were to ask me to name a foreign plant, I could with ease, but something gets lost between knowing how to do it, and actually doing it. I don't know, maybe I'm not trying hard enough, who knows? If teachers would just let me do my thing, I feel it would be better for everyone. I can't learn by sitting in the wooden desks that are the exact same style and size year after year except in the sixth grade when they finally upgrade you to a larger size of the same desk. I can't learn by listening to the monotonous teachers who are obviously bored even as they speak while my classmates only have things like "I wonder what I'll stab next!" or "I can't wait to get that crown" on their minds, which means going that much slower so each of them can have time to actually understand it. I have to think. I thrive with excitement, more so than any other time. I become more aware of everything around me, and it helps. That is why I always go for a jog before I do homework- it gets my blood pumping and for some reason, helps me think. Sitting in those desks, listening to the voices that lull everyone to sleep, it doesn't work. Yet when I try to walk around, just to get some kind of excitement, I am scolded and told I am unruly. Still, there is nothing like the look on their faces when they grade my tests for the first time, always expecting me to be among those at the bottom, and actually being one of the top scores. That is life, though. There will always be people to prove wrong, and I will stand here, ready for the challenge. As they ran, her friends begged her to stop, but she couldn't. Not because she wasn't tired, her heart pounded against her chest and her legs began to burn, but she was free, and that was a feeling like no other. She couldn't find it in her heart to put an end to it, so she ran, and ran, and ran. It was amazing, really, what she could accomplish when she set her mind to it. If only she could see how talented she was, if only she knew... codeword: odair face claim: emma stone lyrics: "glory and gore" by lorde

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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

Finished, I believe!^^

[✨ zozo.]

I adore her and I adore you.

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