WIP- I can edit anything you may have issues with.Name:
21 looks in her late teensPersonalty:
Roxie is a switch both in and out of bed. Most of the time out of bed she is dominate not so much a leader but solitary, a person others look to as an example. She is decisive and calm but in private had moment of weakness that characterized her type. In bed she has a taste for both sides of the coin, she very much likes bending to the will of someone else that is if someone can force her into it. She was never the type to bow down to the first person who asked it of her. Attributing features: Fox
tattoo done in dark red in the middle of her back and a slender infinity symbol on the back of her neck.Weaponry: 9mm
, Butterfly knife
, a set of throwing knives
and a large hunting knife
.Items On Person:
A Lightweight Fluffy Jacket
A Change of Clothing
A Sleeping Bag
One Extra Clip for the 9mm
A Wet Stone
Trail Mix 12oz Bag Unopened
A Box of a Hundred Matches About Forty Missing
A Small Pot
A Bottle of Water
A large Bag of Jerky
2 Hotel Shampoos and SoapsMechanics KitSkills:
(Major)Mechanics, (minor one)knife skills, (minor two) minor survivalJob Before the Fallout:
A tank top
, cargo pants[/url and [url=http://www.rei.com/zoom/uu/d908efd8-02a7-490b-a0b3-c71296ffbac2.jpg/440] hiking boots
Fox was a mistake right from the beginning. Her mother got pregnant the night of her prom and if one were to ask her she'd say it was the worst moment of her life when the pregnancy test read a little pink plus. Fox was born a red head to two brunettes and her mom prepared for more problem caused by the 'little mistake' but non came. Fox was blessed in one way, her father loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her. Her mother couldn't have been more pleased, within a year of Fox's birth she was lost in the wind and Fox was an only child to a single dad.
She was raised as best he could manage. From the time she was old enough she was helping him work on cars in the little garage her grandfather owned. Her father gave her, her nickname when she was 5 years old and sneaking cookies from the kitchen, he said she reminded him of a little fox and it stuck. Her name Roxie something her mother picked on a whim faded into the backround, no one but teachers or angry parents ever called her that.
He took his little girl hunting and taught her how to handle a knife with skill and respect. As she grew older he made sure she knew how to defend herself. She took a particular interest in the butterfly knife and would be seen often playing with the slender agile blade as she did idle things like watch TV and read. While her dad knew she was far from a normal girl he couldn't help how proud of her he was.
She worked with her dad through high school. She was an average student with her own circle of friends and a family, she was happy and content. Though her dad pushed her to go to college when the time came she took a pass on it. She liked her life as it was and couldn't imagine another four years of school could make it any better.
On her 18Th birthday she got her first tattoo as a graduation presant from her dad and grandpa a large back piece of the animal that was her name sake. At the time it was the worst pain she'd ever known. It was only three years later that the world ended as she knew it. The day of the bombings she was at home in a small rural place that was for the most part left unscathed though many people grew sick and died in the months after the attack. Her dad and grandpa were not so lucky they'd been in the city at a conference and died that first day.
Fox started in a large group of people but had problems with the leader who was a bit too free with his affections and didn't seem to understand the word no. She left before things could get ugly. She scavenged through ghost towns hoping to survive. There was no reason to keep moving around as she didn't except that it made her feel like she was moving towards something and for the time being she needed that.