Post by Seas on Dec 1, 2013 1:02:02 GMT -5
Name: Roxanna Delilah Audran
Nickname(s): Roxy, Rox, Roshanak
Alias(es): Emmy Silvers, Poppy
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Pokemorph?: Talonflame
Appearance: For being a Talonflame pokemorph, Roxy is remarkably good at fading into the background. Her most distinctive features are her wings and, accordingly, she keeps them folded behind her back when she can do so. When they are folded, they curl around her shoulders like a cloak, shifting with her as she moves like a shadow would. Their size is great enough that at times her wingtips nearly brush the ground. Occasionally she unfurls them, revealing their underside of stormy gray with hints of red, like berries lost in mist. It's an impressive sight - there's no missing the strength or beauty of Roxy's wings - but it's one as rare as a red sunrise. The sight of her sleek, black tipped wings tucked down is what most see. She has other signs of her pokemorph nature; they are far more subtle. One that is often over looked is her soft rusty red hair. It fluffs out at the back and wisps out of braids even though it nearly reaches her waist. A more obvious sign are her eyes, thinly lined with yellow and black. It is striking against the light blue colour of her iris, but it can be easily mistaken for makeup. Hidden under her clothing, a pattern of a Talonflame's feathers runs down from her collar bone to her knees, where it turns into scales. Her arms and face retain their natural tawny shade, but every other inch of Roxy's skin is decorated in colours not seen on human skin. Gashes of red line her ribs, the gray around them quieting the colour until it fades down into dull yellow. The pattern looks similar to a tattoo and appears so lifelike it can be imagined someday she will shed feathers and scales instead of skin. On the bottom of her feet her skin truly does change into scales, smooth but hard. They match the sharp black talons that have replaced her toenails. The very last thing that the Talonflame injection has changed about Roxy's appearance is nearly impossible to define. It's something about her leaner muscles, lighter bones, and the angles of her shifting so that she looks different, moves different, more like a pokemon and less like a woman. It isn't something anyone can pinpoint, but everyone who's seen her can agree it's there. It makes her appear fiercely lovely in some ways and strangely alien in others.
Aside from these traits, Roxy is a thin, spindly girl with long fingers and a wide mouth. The strength in her shoulders and back keep her from looking delicate, but there is still something about her that suggests she might blow away in a strong wind. She wears well-cut, modest clothing with discrete labels and tends to prefer skirts over pants. She puts her hair up into a tight bun most days, braiding it only when she thinks she will be flying. Her face and hands are kept as clean as possible. If the faint hollows in her cheeks are ignored, she looks very much like a young woman who takes care of herself and her things.
All of this should make Roxy more than memorable. It doesn't. It's her demeanor that makes her easy to dismiss. She wears a polite, distant smile like a shield, never quite meeting anyone's eyes for long. Her habit is to keep her voice soft and clear - easy to gloss over, hard to completely disregard. She moves gracefully, but she doesn't indulge in adding flair to her steps. There's a way of hers that suggests reliability in plain tasks such as paperwork or looking after children. How she tilts her head, how she moves her hands as she speaks, how she holds her shoulders, every gesture she makes gives the impression that she is only an insignificant, inoffensive snippet of the entirety of life. If sometimes there is a hint of desire in her eyes or the curl of her mouth, that must be a mistake.
Personality: Roxy is a demure young woman. Her every word and action is carefully examined for offensive edges before she lets it go. This sense of restraint is so heavily ingrained that she has to exert conscious control to show unconcealed emotion. She is ladylike in the oldest way, when a lady could only make the subtlest of movements in the realms of power. Another similarity to this archetype is her tendency to want to help others without expecting anything in return. She possesses a steely, quiet intelligence that she keeps like a key around her neck - hidden until she needs it to unlock something. However, her way of looking at things is such that she considers passive use of her quick mind perfectly acceptable. She always observes people and tucks away the information in case she needs it later. The information she gathers allows her to gracefully adapt to almost any social situation. She can dine with both royalty and thieves without giving either of the parties the impression that she is anything but softly charming and entirely gracious. In all things, she shows maturity and dignity far beyond her age.
Underneath the veil of muted confidence, Roxy is anything but calm. She is filled a fear that threatens to drag her down into its dark depths every second she lives. It makes her ruthless in cutting through chaos or complications simply because not having a clear view hones her silent terror into a sharpened blade. She will use it on anyone, slicing them open with words to see the truth that lies within. These habits aren't from derived from a nervous inclination or a way of looking at every little thing and believing it will go badly. Roxy doesn't fear failures; she fears losses. The loss of her loved ones, the loss of her mind, the loss of her ability to care about others. Most of all, she fears others' power: the loss of her control. She knows exactly how any kind of power, even one such as love, can be used as a weapon to hurt her. This fear is directly responsible for her restraint. She hides the brightest parts of herself and tries to play by the rules, only taking tiny, nearly invisible steps out of them, in the hopes that no one will notice her. She beats others at their own games, never revealing that she knows they're even playing until the last moment. What she wants more than anything is to create her own rules, make her own world, but she's too afraid to even consciously admit to her aspiration.
History: Roxy was a surprise to her parents, even though her father, Henry Audran, was a genetics specialist and her mother, Delilah Audran, was studying to become a doctor. Despite this, her birth was quietly celebrated and her parents loved her long before she entered the world on July 8 in the city of Ambus. They struggled a little, with raising a child and continuing their careers, but the money left by Delilah's parents in their will was just enough for daycare. Roxy learned young that the affection she got would be snatched between the rush to school and to work. This didn't change even as she grew older. Her father found a job in a company investigating the differences between pokemon and human DNA by the time she was two, which kept him late at night. Her mother was still working to be a doctor and when she finally succeeded, Roxy was five years old and starting school. School quickly became her favourite place to be, for three reasons. The first was that she was both encouraged and actively helped to learn new things. She succeeded well enough in that regard that she was skipped ahead a grade before she could even learn all of her teachers' names. The second reason was that, for the first time in her life, there were adults who actively paid her attention, charmed by the clever little girl who was so interested in their subjects. And the third and most important reason was that at school, she made friends. She hadn't 'blossomed' in daycare, staying quiet, but school brought out a more lively side to her that attracted others. Soon she was bringing a friend home every weekend and chatting about how amazing it was that birds could fly when she was supposed to be doing her English work.
Her parents noticed this new, more outgoing, behavior in Roxy and had more than a few late night conferences about it. Eventually they decided that they wanted to encourage it and did their best to accommodate Roxy's friends. But that wasn't all of it; they also started planning for a second child. They had always wanted another one and they took Roxy's sudden liking of other children as a sign that it was the right time. They rearranged their jobs, fighting for more time at home and getting it. They moved into a slightly larger house when Roxy was seven. A few months later her mother's belly started to grow with a child, delighting Roxy. Even aside from the simple fact that she would have someone to play with there was the very idea that there was a tiny person inside her mother's stomach. Like her parents, Roxy was fascinated by biology and she spent hours curled up with both her parents, asking how exactly it all worked.
It was only a few days after her eighth birthday that she lost her parents. They had gone out to celebrate her father's promotion, leaving her at home with a babysitter. They had chosen to walk to the restaurant and an unknown pokemon had attacked them. Her father died almost instantly, but her mother survived long enough that Roxy was taken to the hospital by her babysitter. She didn't cry until they told her that her unborn little brother had died with his mother. Then nothing and no one could console her. The unexpected tragedy was quickly picked up by the media. A young, pretty, pregnant doctor and her accomplished husband killed gruesomely against all odds was perfect fuel for a story. Roxy, without relatives to claim her (her mother was an only child and her father was estranged from his family), was in the center of the storm. 'Where will this poor child go now?' asked the news.
Roxy, as children without guardians did, went into foster care. But she didn't stay there long. The Bielli family took her in within the month. It was shockingly quick, but their money and respectability smoothed the way. The husband, John Bielli, was deeply involved in the housing market. The wife, Rose Bielli, busied herself with charity work. They had only one child, a nine year old girl named Violet. On the surface, they seemed like the perfect family for Roxy. They had the time and money to care for her, their home was on the edge of Midocian - across the country from where she had lost her parents - and as they told the media, their daughter wanted 'a sister to play with'. It seemed like a happy ending, a fresh start. For a few days, the picture of Roxy tucked into her foster mother's arms, Violet's hand in hers, and John looking down at them with a benevolent smile was front page news, until something else happened to attract the media's attention.
The reality of living with the Bielli family was nothing near perfect. At first, it was perhaps what would be expected. Roxy was given a beautiful room in their mansion, entered into a private school, bought stylish clothing, and then left alone. The care and attention the Bielli family promised wasn't there, but Roxy was used to entertaining herself and the simple knowledge that she had a place to live helped settle her mind. She might have even started to seek out her foster family's love on her own, if it wasn't for Violet. She took an interest in Roxy, demanding that the other girl play with her. In her loneliness and grief, Roxy went along with it, but Violet always insisted on being in charge of the game they were playing no matter what Roxy wanted. Eventually Roxy refused to play with her until her opinion was taken into account. On the night of the day she refused to play with Violet, she wasn't allowed to eat supper because, as Rose explained to her, she had hurt Violet's feelings. Roxy tried to tell her side of the story, but neither Rose or John would hear it. That one act started a pattern of behaviour in the Bielli home. Violet would demand something from Roxy, and if Roxy didn't give it, she was punished by John and Rose. The punishments were never particularly cruel. Sometimes they wouldn't sign her permission form for a field trip and sometimes they would confine her to her room. The most common one was that she wasn't allowed to eat supper, although they always allowed her breakfast and lunch. It wasn't her foster parents who delighted in making her life miserable; it was Violet. The older girl ordered Roxy to do anything she didn't want to do and if Roxy refused, she had no problem enforcing her orders with violence. If Roxy ever said that her injures were from anything other than an accident, she was punished for lying. Her still overwhelming sadness and an incident involving a broken leg convinced Roxy that it was best to simply obey. She took Violet's notes in school and fetched items for her at her command. She painted the other girl's nails and did her hair to Violet's exacting standards. She did whatever Violet asked when they played together. And in the depths of her mind, she tried to work out a plan of escape.
Her first attempt came when she was almost ten years old and the pain of losing her parents and unborn sibling had dimmed down to something manageable. She simply waited until night, climbed down out of her window, and walked to the police station. When she got there, she explained what was happening to her. They kept her until morning and then took her home, where the Biellis apologized for her behaviour, claiming that she was going through a phase. The complete lack of response from the authorities seemed to encourage Violet. She made Roxy start doing her homework for her and when no one noticed a difference, she introduced Roxy to her friends. They knew Roxy as Violet's quiet shadow. The idea of her being what amounted to a indentured servant was new to them, but they took to it quickly. Roxy's life filled with new orders as Violet demonstrated her power to her friends. If any of them saw her, her life filled with tasks petty, illegal, and sometimes both. In response, she took to making herself difficult to find and started her second escape plan. It was far more comprehensive than her last one. She took pictures of all the injuries Violet and her friends gave her and dated them. She practiced a speech about how they had to protect her in front of the mirror over and over, trying to imitate the soft, vulnerable look that Violet used to wrap teachers around her finger. And when she got to the police station, they believed her. She knew they did; she could hear it in the way they spoke to her. But in the morning, they still turned her over to Rose. The officer who escorted her out wouldn't look her in the eyes and Rose didn't even bother offering an explanation. Violet pushed her out of a second story window when got back to their house.
After that, Roxy gave up on escape attempts. It was clear that the Bielli's money and influence meant more to the world than her misery. She told herself she would make the best of it until she was eighteen. She followed Violet's demands to the letter, which only appeared to make Violet's desire to control her grow stronger. She wasn't allowed to get a grade higher than Violet, but if she got one too low her foster parents punished her for 'partying too much'. She wasn't allowed to make Violet's friends like her more than Violet, but if she wasn't friendly to them she was punished for 'being so snobby'. She wasn't allowed to be prettier than Violet, but if she looked too bad Rose would punish her for 'shaming our family'. It was a delicate balancing act that kept her up until the early morning trying to get it exactly right. She succeeded more often than not. Still, by the time she was fourteen she was as skinny as a scarecrow because of all the meals she missed. The bags around her eyes were so dark and constant that even the thickest makeup wouldn't completely cover them up. She spent half her time racked with coughs because the lack of sleep made her immune system so low that she picked up every cold going around.
Then Violet made a mistake. She had seen a pokemorph and decided it was the newest, best thing to be and she had to be one. A shiny Talonflame one, to be exact. However, the operation was dangerous and her parents placed her safety above her desires. Violet pleaded and threatened, but nothing would change their mind, not until she caught onto the idea of using Roxy as a test subject to make sure the operation was safe. It was far more expensive, but it let Violet both get what she wanted and stay safe, so her parents agreed. Roxy's opinion wasn't asked. Ironically, the operation started on Roxy's fifteenth birthday. She was to be morphed with a (not shiny) Talonflame.
She survived it, though she came back changed and in more ways than simply physical. There was a spark in her eyes that had been missing before, and a strange liveliness in her movements. Violet was delighted by her wings, her parents were impressed by how unharmed Roxy appeared, and Violet went for the operation at once. Left at home, Roxy started searching for ways of escape again. She skipped right over the police, instead investigating the jobs a fifteen year old could do as well as taking an in-depth look at the air currents of the region. She found the webpage of Pumice's Rock's Lab and had a rough plan sketched out by the time Violet came home. She used the commotion caused by Violet's homecoming (all her friends had been invited) to slip away into her room. She packed her clothing, necessities, the little money she had managed to save, and waited for night. For once, Violet didn't want her around, too busy glorying in her dark pink and gold wings and the her new nickname of 'angel' to care about what Roxy was doing. Just after dusk fell, Roxy went to the balcony on the roof of the five storied mansion. She climbed onto the railing, leaped, and knew that it would be an end one way or another.
As it turned out, she flew.
RP Sample: The last few posts of Bryn's Travels and the last few posts of Lev's Travels. I can add more if needed.
Nickname(s): Roxy, Rox, Roshanak
Alias(es): Emmy Silvers, Poppy
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Pokemorph?: Talonflame
Appearance: For being a Talonflame pokemorph, Roxy is remarkably good at fading into the background. Her most distinctive features are her wings and, accordingly, she keeps them folded behind her back when she can do so. When they are folded, they curl around her shoulders like a cloak, shifting with her as she moves like a shadow would. Their size is great enough that at times her wingtips nearly brush the ground. Occasionally she unfurls them, revealing their underside of stormy gray with hints of red, like berries lost in mist. It's an impressive sight - there's no missing the strength or beauty of Roxy's wings - but it's one as rare as a red sunrise. The sight of her sleek, black tipped wings tucked down is what most see. She has other signs of her pokemorph nature; they are far more subtle. One that is often over looked is her soft rusty red hair. It fluffs out at the back and wisps out of braids even though it nearly reaches her waist. A more obvious sign are her eyes, thinly lined with yellow and black. It is striking against the light blue colour of her iris, but it can be easily mistaken for makeup. Hidden under her clothing, a pattern of a Talonflame's feathers runs down from her collar bone to her knees, where it turns into scales. Her arms and face retain their natural tawny shade, but every other inch of Roxy's skin is decorated in colours not seen on human skin. Gashes of red line her ribs, the gray around them quieting the colour until it fades down into dull yellow. The pattern looks similar to a tattoo and appears so lifelike it can be imagined someday she will shed feathers and scales instead of skin. On the bottom of her feet her skin truly does change into scales, smooth but hard. They match the sharp black talons that have replaced her toenails. The very last thing that the Talonflame injection has changed about Roxy's appearance is nearly impossible to define. It's something about her leaner muscles, lighter bones, and the angles of her shifting so that she looks different, moves different, more like a pokemon and less like a woman. It isn't something anyone can pinpoint, but everyone who's seen her can agree it's there. It makes her appear fiercely lovely in some ways and strangely alien in others.
Aside from these traits, Roxy is a thin, spindly girl with long fingers and a wide mouth. The strength in her shoulders and back keep her from looking delicate, but there is still something about her that suggests she might blow away in a strong wind. She wears well-cut, modest clothing with discrete labels and tends to prefer skirts over pants. She puts her hair up into a tight bun most days, braiding it only when she thinks she will be flying. Her face and hands are kept as clean as possible. If the faint hollows in her cheeks are ignored, she looks very much like a young woman who takes care of herself and her things.
All of this should make Roxy more than memorable. It doesn't. It's her demeanor that makes her easy to dismiss. She wears a polite, distant smile like a shield, never quite meeting anyone's eyes for long. Her habit is to keep her voice soft and clear - easy to gloss over, hard to completely disregard. She moves gracefully, but she doesn't indulge in adding flair to her steps. There's a way of hers that suggests reliability in plain tasks such as paperwork or looking after children. How she tilts her head, how she moves her hands as she speaks, how she holds her shoulders, every gesture she makes gives the impression that she is only an insignificant, inoffensive snippet of the entirety of life. If sometimes there is a hint of desire in her eyes or the curl of her mouth, that must be a mistake.
Personality: Roxy is a demure young woman. Her every word and action is carefully examined for offensive edges before she lets it go. This sense of restraint is so heavily ingrained that she has to exert conscious control to show unconcealed emotion. She is ladylike in the oldest way, when a lady could only make the subtlest of movements in the realms of power. Another similarity to this archetype is her tendency to want to help others without expecting anything in return. She possesses a steely, quiet intelligence that she keeps like a key around her neck - hidden until she needs it to unlock something. However, her way of looking at things is such that she considers passive use of her quick mind perfectly acceptable. She always observes people and tucks away the information in case she needs it later. The information she gathers allows her to gracefully adapt to almost any social situation. She can dine with both royalty and thieves without giving either of the parties the impression that she is anything but softly charming and entirely gracious. In all things, she shows maturity and dignity far beyond her age.
Underneath the veil of muted confidence, Roxy is anything but calm. She is filled a fear that threatens to drag her down into its dark depths every second she lives. It makes her ruthless in cutting through chaos or complications simply because not having a clear view hones her silent terror into a sharpened blade. She will use it on anyone, slicing them open with words to see the truth that lies within. These habits aren't from derived from a nervous inclination or a way of looking at every little thing and believing it will go badly. Roxy doesn't fear failures; she fears losses. The loss of her loved ones, the loss of her mind, the loss of her ability to care about others. Most of all, she fears others' power: the loss of her control. She knows exactly how any kind of power, even one such as love, can be used as a weapon to hurt her. This fear is directly responsible for her restraint. She hides the brightest parts of herself and tries to play by the rules, only taking tiny, nearly invisible steps out of them, in the hopes that no one will notice her. She beats others at their own games, never revealing that she knows they're even playing until the last moment. What she wants more than anything is to create her own rules, make her own world, but she's too afraid to even consciously admit to her aspiration.
History: Roxy was a surprise to her parents, even though her father, Henry Audran, was a genetics specialist and her mother, Delilah Audran, was studying to become a doctor. Despite this, her birth was quietly celebrated and her parents loved her long before she entered the world on July 8 in the city of Ambus. They struggled a little, with raising a child and continuing their careers, but the money left by Delilah's parents in their will was just enough for daycare. Roxy learned young that the affection she got would be snatched between the rush to school and to work. This didn't change even as she grew older. Her father found a job in a company investigating the differences between pokemon and human DNA by the time she was two, which kept him late at night. Her mother was still working to be a doctor and when she finally succeeded, Roxy was five years old and starting school. School quickly became her favourite place to be, for three reasons. The first was that she was both encouraged and actively helped to learn new things. She succeeded well enough in that regard that she was skipped ahead a grade before she could even learn all of her teachers' names. The second reason was that, for the first time in her life, there were adults who actively paid her attention, charmed by the clever little girl who was so interested in their subjects. And the third and most important reason was that at school, she made friends. She hadn't 'blossomed' in daycare, staying quiet, but school brought out a more lively side to her that attracted others. Soon she was bringing a friend home every weekend and chatting about how amazing it was that birds could fly when she was supposed to be doing her English work.
Her parents noticed this new, more outgoing, behavior in Roxy and had more than a few late night conferences about it. Eventually they decided that they wanted to encourage it and did their best to accommodate Roxy's friends. But that wasn't all of it; they also started planning for a second child. They had always wanted another one and they took Roxy's sudden liking of other children as a sign that it was the right time. They rearranged their jobs, fighting for more time at home and getting it. They moved into a slightly larger house when Roxy was seven. A few months later her mother's belly started to grow with a child, delighting Roxy. Even aside from the simple fact that she would have someone to play with there was the very idea that there was a tiny person inside her mother's stomach. Like her parents, Roxy was fascinated by biology and she spent hours curled up with both her parents, asking how exactly it all worked.
It was only a few days after her eighth birthday that she lost her parents. They had gone out to celebrate her father's promotion, leaving her at home with a babysitter. They had chosen to walk to the restaurant and an unknown pokemon had attacked them. Her father died almost instantly, but her mother survived long enough that Roxy was taken to the hospital by her babysitter. She didn't cry until they told her that her unborn little brother had died with his mother. Then nothing and no one could console her. The unexpected tragedy was quickly picked up by the media. A young, pretty, pregnant doctor and her accomplished husband killed gruesomely against all odds was perfect fuel for a story. Roxy, without relatives to claim her (her mother was an only child and her father was estranged from his family), was in the center of the storm. 'Where will this poor child go now?' asked the news.
Roxy, as children without guardians did, went into foster care. But she didn't stay there long. The Bielli family took her in within the month. It was shockingly quick, but their money and respectability smoothed the way. The husband, John Bielli, was deeply involved in the housing market. The wife, Rose Bielli, busied herself with charity work. They had only one child, a nine year old girl named Violet. On the surface, they seemed like the perfect family for Roxy. They had the time and money to care for her, their home was on the edge of Midocian - across the country from where she had lost her parents - and as they told the media, their daughter wanted 'a sister to play with'. It seemed like a happy ending, a fresh start. For a few days, the picture of Roxy tucked into her foster mother's arms, Violet's hand in hers, and John looking down at them with a benevolent smile was front page news, until something else happened to attract the media's attention.
The reality of living with the Bielli family was nothing near perfect. At first, it was perhaps what would be expected. Roxy was given a beautiful room in their mansion, entered into a private school, bought stylish clothing, and then left alone. The care and attention the Bielli family promised wasn't there, but Roxy was used to entertaining herself and the simple knowledge that she had a place to live helped settle her mind. She might have even started to seek out her foster family's love on her own, if it wasn't for Violet. She took an interest in Roxy, demanding that the other girl play with her. In her loneliness and grief, Roxy went along with it, but Violet always insisted on being in charge of the game they were playing no matter what Roxy wanted. Eventually Roxy refused to play with her until her opinion was taken into account. On the night of the day she refused to play with Violet, she wasn't allowed to eat supper because, as Rose explained to her, she had hurt Violet's feelings. Roxy tried to tell her side of the story, but neither Rose or John would hear it. That one act started a pattern of behaviour in the Bielli home. Violet would demand something from Roxy, and if Roxy didn't give it, she was punished by John and Rose. The punishments were never particularly cruel. Sometimes they wouldn't sign her permission form for a field trip and sometimes they would confine her to her room. The most common one was that she wasn't allowed to eat supper, although they always allowed her breakfast and lunch. It wasn't her foster parents who delighted in making her life miserable; it was Violet. The older girl ordered Roxy to do anything she didn't want to do and if Roxy refused, she had no problem enforcing her orders with violence. If Roxy ever said that her injures were from anything other than an accident, she was punished for lying. Her still overwhelming sadness and an incident involving a broken leg convinced Roxy that it was best to simply obey. She took Violet's notes in school and fetched items for her at her command. She painted the other girl's nails and did her hair to Violet's exacting standards. She did whatever Violet asked when they played together. And in the depths of her mind, she tried to work out a plan of escape.
Her first attempt came when she was almost ten years old and the pain of losing her parents and unborn sibling had dimmed down to something manageable. She simply waited until night, climbed down out of her window, and walked to the police station. When she got there, she explained what was happening to her. They kept her until morning and then took her home, where the Biellis apologized for her behaviour, claiming that she was going through a phase. The complete lack of response from the authorities seemed to encourage Violet. She made Roxy start doing her homework for her and when no one noticed a difference, she introduced Roxy to her friends. They knew Roxy as Violet's quiet shadow. The idea of her being what amounted to a indentured servant was new to them, but they took to it quickly. Roxy's life filled with new orders as Violet demonstrated her power to her friends. If any of them saw her, her life filled with tasks petty, illegal, and sometimes both. In response, she took to making herself difficult to find and started her second escape plan. It was far more comprehensive than her last one. She took pictures of all the injuries Violet and her friends gave her and dated them. She practiced a speech about how they had to protect her in front of the mirror over and over, trying to imitate the soft, vulnerable look that Violet used to wrap teachers around her finger. And when she got to the police station, they believed her. She knew they did; she could hear it in the way they spoke to her. But in the morning, they still turned her over to Rose. The officer who escorted her out wouldn't look her in the eyes and Rose didn't even bother offering an explanation. Violet pushed her out of a second story window when got back to their house.
After that, Roxy gave up on escape attempts. It was clear that the Bielli's money and influence meant more to the world than her misery. She told herself she would make the best of it until she was eighteen. She followed Violet's demands to the letter, which only appeared to make Violet's desire to control her grow stronger. She wasn't allowed to get a grade higher than Violet, but if she got one too low her foster parents punished her for 'partying too much'. She wasn't allowed to make Violet's friends like her more than Violet, but if she wasn't friendly to them she was punished for 'being so snobby'. She wasn't allowed to be prettier than Violet, but if she looked too bad Rose would punish her for 'shaming our family'. It was a delicate balancing act that kept her up until the early morning trying to get it exactly right. She succeeded more often than not. Still, by the time she was fourteen she was as skinny as a scarecrow because of all the meals she missed. The bags around her eyes were so dark and constant that even the thickest makeup wouldn't completely cover them up. She spent half her time racked with coughs because the lack of sleep made her immune system so low that she picked up every cold going around.
Then Violet made a mistake. She had seen a pokemorph and decided it was the newest, best thing to be and she had to be one. A shiny Talonflame one, to be exact. However, the operation was dangerous and her parents placed her safety above her desires. Violet pleaded and threatened, but nothing would change their mind, not until she caught onto the idea of using Roxy as a test subject to make sure the operation was safe. It was far more expensive, but it let Violet both get what she wanted and stay safe, so her parents agreed. Roxy's opinion wasn't asked. Ironically, the operation started on Roxy's fifteenth birthday. She was to be morphed with a (not shiny) Talonflame.
She survived it, though she came back changed and in more ways than simply physical. There was a spark in her eyes that had been missing before, and a strange liveliness in her movements. Violet was delighted by her wings, her parents were impressed by how unharmed Roxy appeared, and Violet went for the operation at once. Left at home, Roxy started searching for ways of escape again. She skipped right over the police, instead investigating the jobs a fifteen year old could do as well as taking an in-depth look at the air currents of the region. She found the webpage of Pumice's Rock's Lab and had a rough plan sketched out by the time Violet came home. She used the commotion caused by Violet's homecoming (all her friends had been invited) to slip away into her room. She packed her clothing, necessities, the little money she had managed to save, and waited for night. For once, Violet didn't want her around, too busy glorying in her dark pink and gold wings and the her new nickname of 'angel' to care about what Roxy was doing. Just after dusk fell, Roxy went to the balcony on the roof of the five storied mansion. She climbed onto the railing, leaped, and knew that it would be an end one way or another.
As it turned out, she flew.
RP Sample: The last few posts of Bryn's Travels and the last few posts of Lev's Travels. I can add more if needed.
