Name: Roxanne Violet
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Rox is around 5’8’’ tall with a slender build. She has deep red hair that is layered to just below her shoulders with a side fringe on her left side of her face. It is also tied back into a bun, allowing her shortest layers to frame her face. She has bright green eyes and wears oval glasses with thin black rims (no, not emo glasses >_>). She normally wears a black hoodie, her old blue ripped comfy jeans and black converse, but has been known to use her disguise training to her advantage. She has an olive green bag which hangs low on her back and is normally seen with her laptop in hand. She is sometimes seen with a white lily in the bun in her hair, but nobody seems to know why she puts it there.
Personality: Where do I start? From the point of view of those who don’t know her, she could be seen as a pretty unpredictable and moody person. However, if you knew what was going on at the time, you’d understand why she changes. Despite this, she is normally quite approachable. She loves having fun and enjoys her friends’ company. She never remembers anything after being drunk, which doesn’t happen very often anyway, but she always seems to do something she would regret if sober. She is very intelligent and often comes up with plans for missions. She is very loyal to her friends and always feels very guilty about any mistakes she makes.
History: Before WOOHP, Rox lived in New York City in an apartment with her mom, brother and occasionally her “dad”. She was a typical nerd at school; people would give her their homework to do and she’d never stand up to them. Since she attended the school, it has given her a lot more confidence and freedom. In her spare time at home, she would spend her time hacking. These skills have both developed and come in handy during her time at WOOHP. During the year, she found out a lot about her family’s history which changed her views on a lot of things.
Relations: Alex is her best friend. She’s also very good friends with Sam, Eevee and Serena.
Other: *gets down on one knee* Other… Will you marry me?
~Roxanne~
The late evening sun shrank into its blanket of sea as the tide continued to creep forwards. The sea itself seemed calm, unlike the hustle and bustle of New York City. Lights began to flicker on, loud dance music could be heard and sirens echoed in the distance. “Just like home.” I whispered. “It feels good to be home.”
I was sat cross-legged upon a wall that most would think to perch upon whilst tying their laces or to have a quick rest. My laptop lay in my lap and purred as it borrowed an internet service from the wireless connection in the police station across the road.
I gained strange looks from those walking by as I’d have probably looked lie a back-backer if I didn’t have a laptop. I was wearing a black hoodie, old ripped jeans and my favourite and only pair of black converse. My bag hung low down my back and my suitcase was close by.
I pulled up my hood as a cold wind blew in off the sea. I checked my watch. It was now 11:46pm, people should be arriving soon. I had been sat on the wall for at least an hour. Jerry had assigned the position of waiting on the harbour to me as I was the only one from last year who would already be there. I had been visiting my family. It was great to have spent some time with my mom and brother after arriving back from England. I particularly found talking to my… What should I call him? Step-dad? Anyway, I found it useful talking to my step-dad; I understood him a lot better now.
Finally, I saw people who looked like possible Whoop students. They began to gather slowly, most of them giving me very strange looks and wondering how I was balancing like that. I sent a quick message to Jerry informing him of the arrivals and returned to my previous task of keeping guard.
I didn’t quite understand why he wanted such tight security. I knew that one of the teachers had been told to watch from the police station and I was pretty sure I saw a member of the Whoop committee wondering around. Of course, they’d also be watching through the CCTV cameras in the area. I was tempted to wave but decided against it as my peers already thought I was strange. There had also been and unusually large amount of admissions this year. Well, large for a top secret spy training school’s standard.
Another thing which annoyed me was the fact that Jerry had restricted access to some files. I had begun to hack into it and about half way through, a pop-up message appeared saying “Don’t even try it.” I only tried to see it because I wanted to know why I shouldn’t be allowed to. Maybe Jerry was hiding something embarrassing.
My miniature rant in my head was interrupted by someone talking. For a while I thought they were trying to get someone else’s attention, but realised it was me they were after when they waved their hand in front of my face. I blinked, put my glasses back on straight and looked up.
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Tag CT! *runs off*