Roxanne Johnson [ wip ]
Aug 2, 2015 0:43:04 GMT -5
Post by spider on Aug 2, 2015 0:43:04 GMT -5
Age & Date of Birth: 24 | December 25th
Gender: Female
Class: Upper Class
Occupation: Forensics Specialist
Affiliation: Secret Police
Genetic Modifications: Prosthetic Legs from the knee down, Weaponized. Blades hidden in both.
Unique Tech:
Information System Name
Temple Implants
Sub-dermal Implants
Retinal Prosthetics
Appearance:
6' with prosthetics. White hair, blue undercut. Pale grey eyes. Wears primarily white. Blue lipstick. Port on Right Temple.
Personality: Sarcastic by nature, and often times uninterested in anything that doesn't directly benefit her, she's not really one to gather around large groups. Her aversion to being around too many people is also in direct conflict with the fact she grows lonely (and bored) quite easily. Smiles are rare, a blank expression often the only thing people can get out of her. It doesn't help that she dislikes being interrupted when working, especially when trying to create something new from scratch, or mine a particularly difficult piece of data.
While she is normally a calm woman, uncaring and quite unsociable, nothing makes her more angry than self-loathing individuals that count themselves as part of the useless masses. To her, each person has unlimited potential -- They just need a little bit of a push. Whether that push be a few awkwardly encouraging words, or a massive field of destruction, she'll do it. Because no one should feel like less of a person. So she'll make you angry. She'll cut you down, make you prove her wrong. Because that's part of her game, and the game is never-ending.
Her self-destruction is massive. Inside herself is a bubbling pool of rage towards herself, mistakes in her own work spiraling into an episode of self-loathing and destruction. If something doesn't work the exact way she intended? She smashes it. Imperfect by her standards? It's trash, disgusting, not worthy of being seen. While she doesn't realize her views of herself are in direct conflict with her views on others, she still continues to berate herself for things she can't do correctly. An eternal internal strife, spiraling out of control the longer she has to deal with herself and her inability to accept less than perfect as good enough.
Background: wip[/ul]