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Reference wrote:This colour = Charlie
This colour = Roxanne
I'll take over, here.
.:Bratty:.
HEY!!!
Roxanne is, in a word, spoiled. She constantly will harass people about getting something done, or having things done her way. If they're not, she can get a bit rotten, and will attack. (For her small size, she can leave quite the dent.) Which leads us to her next 'wonderful' personality trait...
.:Stubborn:.
Yes, Roxy is as stubborn as a mule. She has a tendency to argue with you about everything. Say the sky is blue? She'll say it's green. Have a certain opinion about _______? She'll argue with you about it, saying she's right. No matter what the subject is, she'll fight with you.
.:Sophisticated?:.
Oh yes. Though she certainly never acts like it, Roxy is very sophisticated and calm on the inside. She was raised as a proper lady, and is driven crazy by the littlest of rude actions. If you place your elbows on the table, or burp without saying excuse me, she'll practically bite your head off. She's very concerned about these little things.
.:A true blue Rocker:.
Her favourite band is Sleeping with Sirens, her favourite song being [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddQZVSfz95M]If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn. She has an unhealthy obsession with Kellen Quinn, obviously his number one fan, and will nearly kill you if you say he or his music sucks.
An excerpt from Roxanne's life wrote:I twitched, watching the crimson liquid pour out of Red Eye's empty, soulless body, my tail flickering like an open flame. I sighed heavily, head hung low, as tears seeped through my eyes, dripping down onto the floor. I whimpered like a pup, padding out of the cabin and heading towards my home. When I arrived, I immediately raced over to Mama's corpse, sobbing loudly. "Mama! Mama, please, come back!" I howled, burying my muzzle in her chest, ignoring the feeling of eyes on me as I wept.
"Hello?"
I gasped and turned around, seeing a Fleshy cub, looking inside the den. She was too big to fit in; all Fleshies are. Her eyes met mine and she squeaked, reaching a large hand in and snatching me in her grip. I screamed, struggling as she pulled me out. "Mama! Mama, wake up! Please, Mama, HELP ME!!!" I shrieked, clawing at the air desperately as I was tugged out into the open.
The Fleshy cub looked to me with odd, hazel eyes (hazel was an uncommon colour in my time) and placed a hand on my cheek. She giggled, standing quickly. I screamed as the ground left me quickly, as I was taken away to the Fleshy cub's home. I squealed as everything suddenly went black.
"Daddy! Daddy, lookie what I found!"
I opened my magenta eyes and regretted it almost immediately. Four Fleshies, two cubs and their parents, surrounded me, all hazel eyes watching me curiously. The older of the cubs walked over and immediately started petting me, like I was some sort of pet! Can you believe it? Obviously, I hissed and tried snapping at her, but she pulled away too quick. "That thing's mean, Daddy," she said in her foreign language that seemed so strangely familiar. "You should get your shotgun. It could have rabies."
The younger of the cubs looked horrified, and quickly scurried over, holding me in a protective grip. "Don't kill her, Daddy!" she howled, causing me to wince. :I promise, she's really nice, mean ol' Caitlyn prob'ly scared her too badly!"
"Now, children," said the Brute, obviously their father. "Calm down. It's obvious Charlotte wants it as a pet. Maybe if we let it settle for a day, it'll warm up to us.
'It?' Oh, it was obvious by now I was offended. Smoke was practically coming out of my ears as I growled at the Brute, snapping at him. Charlotte, the younger cub, poked me roughly in a scolding manner. "Bad weasel!" she said. "Don't bite Daddy!" Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew I'd hate it here.
Great. Now I was some Fleshy cub's 'pet.' How much more offending could this get?
It had been a week, now, and I still wasn't used to this new life. Charlotte was listening to her little gadget with headphones, as she called them, as I was curled up at the foot of her bed. I had to admit, it was plush and soft, and she'd let me sleep there without bothering me, so I was neutral at that time.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back. I growled threateningly, warning Charlotte to back off, or else. She immediately withdrew her hand, squeaking and pouting. "If you're not going to be polite, weasel, I'm going to set you off into the streets again!" she huffed.
I scoffed and turned away, glaring at the wall. That was another thing. These idiotic Fleshies thought I was a weasel. Honestly? I was far too gorgeous to be a dumb old weasel! When I was sure she wasn't watching, I mumbled, "I'm no weasel, you know."
Charlotte gasped, dropping her gadget and staring at me, awestruck. I looked over at her lazily, missing her point. "What? You're probably catching flies, you know."
"You...You can talk?" Charlotte said, inching closer to me.
That caught me off guard. I stood, stretching out and muttering sourly, "Yeah, so?"
In seconds Charlotte's face was to mine. "Say more," she demanded.
"You're an idiot."
Well, that had the effect I had hoped. She recoiled in shock, glaring. "You're really rude!" she said, obviously offended. "Who taught you manners? Honestly, what would your mother say?"
I glared hatefully, stalking towards Charlotte. "My mother," I growled, "was an honourable woman. She loved me dearly, and she can't say anything right now. Why? SHE'S DEAD, IDIOT."
Charlotte gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "I...I'm so sorry...I had no idea..."
"Well no one could ever understand me, so I didn't bother telling," I huffed, turning around and hopping off the bed. Charlotte followed close behind.
"Sorry, I've never had a pet before, much less a talking one," she giggled. "So what's your name?"
"My mother named me Roxanne, and I wish to be referred to as such," I said, pointing my nose towards the sky. Charlotte snorted. "Mind if I call you Roxy?" she asked. I glared and sighed, plopping down on the floor. She sat beside me, hesitantly placing a hand on my back. I didn't mind it too much this time, so she started stroking me, smiling.
Maybe I could get used to this.
Charlotte pulled a sweatshirt over her head as I watched from my perch on her dresser, watching calmly. She had those darn headphones in her ears, but I could just barely hear the music blaring. I sighed. I wanted to listen, too...
I noticed her little gadget on the dresser, just sitting there plainly. The headphones were connected to that...
In seconds, I had pulled the plug out of the little machine, hearing the beginning notes of a very loud song. Charlotte, or as she had started calling herself, Charlie, gasped and turned off the tiny music maker, glaring at me.
"Roxy, do you want my parents to hear us?!" she hissed.
I shrugged and sat down, grooming my fur. "I wanted to see what you were listening to," I said, smiling. "Who was that? It sounded like a girl."
"Kellen Quinn is NOT a girl," Charlie laughed, petting me. "He's a singer of a band called Sleeping with Sirens."
"Sleeping with...Sirens? That sounds pleasant," I chuckled, padding towards the music maker. "I like him."
Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad.
Ellen Degeneres wrote:"We’re all different people and we’re allowed to be different from one another. If someone ever says you’re weird, say thank you. And then curtsy. No, don’t curtsy. That might be too weird. Bow. And tip your imaginary hat. That’ll show them."
Questions and Answers wrote:What's your favorite artist?
"Hm. An appropriate question. Avril Lavigne."
Favorite color, animal, && accessory?
"A lime green or monotone..panther..these checkered socks."
Why those accessories?
"They're not just any accessories..they show uniqueness from others."
Why do you prefer "Navadah" over "Nevada?"
"Nevada is too simple. Common. Navadah shows more difference..plus I like the letter h. It's a cool letter."
Why those beads in your hair?
"Well..why wouldn't I have them? They're better than any other hair accessory...and that's a fact; no opinion."
Do you like candy? If so, which types?
"Candy..meh. It's okay. I don't like much..but, tootsie rolls are a favorite for me. It's a miracle. Chewy, soft, silky candy..simple."
Favorite food && drink?
"Rootbeer, being the drink, and, cupcakes as the food."
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