ROXIRI}{A Character Study

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Papa, Papa, help me get home
I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own.
I found me a werewolf, a nasty old mutt,
It showed me it's teeth and went straight for my gut.

Papa, Papa, help me get home
I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own.
I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck
It showed me it's teeth and went straight for my neck.

Papa, Papa, put me to bed
I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead.
I met a stranger, and fell for their art
They showed me their smile, and went straight for my heart.

-- From "A Child's Walk Home," Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales,
rewritten/edited by Roxiri.

{{Notes from Roxiri.

My character, Roxiri Gray, was not the first of my characters to ever be made. I've been on proboards sites since sometime during fifth or sixth grade, perhaps even fourth. Roxiri wasn't even being thought of, as my name or a character in the making. And Roxiri wasn't even my first character on Xisin either, though I don't remember who was.

Roxiri, honestly, isn't a character I remember first thinking up. Maybe it was a dream or just some random inkling of muse that she hails from, though to me it doesn't matter.

For those of you who are elder members of Xisin, you'll realize that I've remade Roxiri again and again and used her in posting quite frequently. Nevertheless, she's always been the same person overall.

The first time I made her, she was thirteen. She is now, if you recall ever seeing her profile, she is fifteen. Those two years inbetween her first age and her current one? They have been filled with the memories of the threads she has been in. She was friends with many characters I've made and though I've deleted them I'm sure Roxiri still recalls them as they were. As she probably does with other characters she's met along the way, such as a dragon played by Calmay or the demons played by Ninon and Kuri. These memories will stay with her.

After all, she seems to have taken on a life of her own, really.

{{A timeline, maybe.

This following post is from almost two years ago, found in Old Threads under the thread "Dangerous Dark Forest" started by Kuri. The date of Roxiri's post that follows is May tenth, 2010:

I took in a deep breath, inhaling the musty forest odor and welcomed the darkness. My form slipped from animal to animal, my body rearranging itself until I settled onto a silver fox. I took one last breathe before pushing off of the branch I had been resting on. An uneasiness spread throughout my mind for a moment. It made me almost fall as I hit the ground running. The feeling slowly left but a bit of it was still stuck in the pit of my stomach.

That's when I picked up a strange smell. People of some sort. I trailed after the smell slowly, cautiously, and after a while I began to hear the people as well. I slid my form into one of a inky black crow and took flight over them. This was strange. Almost no one came into the forest. But as I was looking down at them, I did not notice the fact that one of the trees were much taller then the others. Until, that is, that I hit the tree at full speed.

My body quickly reverted to it's normal shape of a human and I crashed through the branches about five yards in front of the people. Oh yes, I was so smooooooth....

Definately not my finest hour, though it must have been very good to me at the time. But now we look at one of the most recent posts using Roxiri. This one comes from the thread "A Day Off of Work", based in Silver Flats and started by Calmay. The date of this post is December seventh, 2011:

HAPPINESS

it hurts

The golden haired girl watched the awakened male find what he was looking for, holding the glinting bracelet tightly as if it held some unstated importance. He stayed there for a few moments in the sunlight, clutching the bracelet Roxiri had been so close to touching herself. Was it protection for whoever touched it last, perhaps? The shapeshifter didn't know, seeing as she didn't have any magical powers besides her ability to transform. It didn't smell weird or look very weird, though sometimes things weren't as they appeared. Roxiri was sure of that, because she was often the best example of that statement. The male noticed her and the shapeshifter stayed very still as he seemed to stare at him. She was as vain as others and knew he was looking at her because her current form was pretty, perhaps even beautiful. Roxiri had what many females and males both would want, something to make it so your skin was forever clear and your hair the exact color you wanted it. Her power. But at the same time Roxiri knew, and had done it, she could become a nightmare. An overly large canine or feline, sharp teeth glinting in moonlight. A sickly looking human-like person, hair limp. But right then the hair was golden, shining in a subdued way. Eyes were crystal blue, clearer then natural. Her skin was tanned and freckled with small scars, each carefully placed with their white or pink lines. Without even a thought of vanity, Roxiri knew her form was pretty. It was like that, however, to draw people in. Wide eyes assured that they weren't dangerous unless narrowed and full pale pink lips hid the teeth that could instantly become lethally sharp. Clear skin and a healthily skinny waist whispered to whoever looked that she was healthy, couldn't give you any sickness. It was only her personality, the animal part of it, that seemed too dangerous to others. And of course, they never saw it. The male who had been asleep only a little ago, had almost choked her while in a kitten's form, asked about where an animal had gone. Where she had done. Roxiri smiled slightly and stood slowly, as if carefree. "It ran off, and scared me witless for a moment. I'm not sure what you mean by safe, though the little creature seemed fine enough." the shapeshifter said smoothly, reasoning to herself that it was better to lie now then to perhaps be caught. She had only lost a group of Hunters a day ago and she wasn't ready to be so careless as to answer that she had been the cat. Her ribs ached slightly from the memory of being squeezed and her mouth still tingled slightly from the taste of coppery liquid. No matter how often it could be able to get into her mouth, blood was always the waste taste to the shifter. The golden haired girl said nothing as the male licked his wound that she had gave him, seeing as she did the same thing. He seemed in thought and the shifter couldn't help but wonder if this was her cue to leave. But she didn't want to be rude or anything and offend the awakened human. If he was human. The blood tasted a bit funny, maybe a bit off, though she couldn't be sure. No, he was human. What else would he be? Yes, she told herself with sarcasm, because demons or angels or dangerous creatures just sleep away the day in tall grasses on their days off work. Sometimes Roxiri was just too paranoid.

LIKE A bullet TO THE brain

{{In closing.

Roxiri has come a long way and I'm sure she will continue to do so. After all, she isn't my namesake without reason.

Love,

Roxiri