BOURDOUX, Roxanne Olivia

[ROXANNE OLIVIA BOURDOUX]

ROXANNE OLIVIA BOURDOUX

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Name: Roxanne Olivia Bourdoux
Nickname: Roxy, Rox
Age: 321
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Right hand for the Coven, Runs the Front of House at the Hotel
Species: Vampire
Play By: Kaya Scodelario

Roxanne has bright blue eyes that look like the eyes of a doe one minute and the eyes of a killer the next. She can be rather demanding with her eyes, and they have a dark rue around them most of the time. She was always fond of the fond of the dark eyes.

Not being very tall, Roxanne has always used her agility to get what she needs out of life. She's very quick and light on her feet, which lead her to finding dancing as a hobby and a way to seduce a meal or two.

She has long dark hair that she has put often in a braid, but she wears it down most of the time. She's been known to get into a lot of fights with Lycans, at least she battles often with Tobias Cortini. There is no love lost between the two and she has often fought with him to the point of blood drawn on both sides.

Roxy actually dresses like a modern teenager, anywhere from the higher end short dresses and heals to jeans and t-shirts. She also isn't afraid to show off the body god gave her. After all-- it's just a body, it died a long time ago.

Roxanne can be seen as rather unfeeling and cold, but that is only to the people she does not know. She still holds tight to her convictions and what she used to be before she was brought over. A farm girl at heart, she isn't the kind to just allow injustice to take place. She was always a fighter and even after all these years that hasn't changed in the least.

She is incredibly loyal but mostly to Julian as he was the one that brought her over. Granted, she knows he sent the order to kill her family and she's spent the last 300 years trying to get out of him why. But he wont' budge on telling her the reasons. And she still doesn't know.

Being the right hand in the coven means she is practically Rosemary's adviser. She has is very wise even for such a young age and was when she was brought over. Wisdom she inherited from her french trapper father in the southern crescent. She still has a bit of a southern drawl, more so when she is annoyed.

Also she has a tendency to slip into Arcadian or French when she is having a moment, or even Creole French. Though she is not easily annoyed she does have certain triggers, respect for each other being the biggest one.

At only three hundred she has a hard time trusting others because of the situation that lead to her creation. She's suspicious of others and doesn't like to open up because that is when you become vulnerable.

She plays the piano and the pianoforte to keep herself calm. It's something she had done most of her life and has helped to keep her somewhat human. She has actually clung to her humanity and tried over the years to make friends with humans-- unfortunately many of her mortal friends have met with terrible ends and she has become more withdrawn in the last twenty years.

Born in 1752 right before the Great Deportation as it was known of the Acadian people from what is now knows as Quebec. Her family settled in Louisiana where her father (who had been a soldier) began his trade as a trapper and hunter in the area. Spain welcomed them, and they were not turned away. For the little girl it was a unique area to explore, she would run wild through the swamps at the heels of her elder brothers who were often playing soldier themselves.

She had a rather care free childhood, working to help the family, farming with the indentured servants her father obtained and as time wore on-- her family began to prosper in the new wilds. But that prosperity came to an end when Roxy was twenty two years old.

The young girl was roused from her slumber by a lot of noise out in the barn and followed by her mother and younger sister screaming. She panicked, grabbing her shawl and racing down the steps to where the scream had come from. She grabbed her throat in horror at the bottom of the steps.

There her mother and younger sister lay in pools of their own blood, their jugulars torn from their throats, dresses torn in ways she could not even fathom. They looked like bloody meat, and not her mother and younger sister.

Terrified she ran past the scene and out the back door where she heard the sound of gunshots, she started-- as she'd always been the kind to act Roxanne ran towards the barn to where she cound find something to defend herself. She found the scythe leaning against the door and shifted as she heard scuffling. Her body shook as she saw her brother's head roll across the open door of the barn. Away from his body.

Moving to run out and defend her family she was stopped by men clad in buckskin, they had long fangs and one attacked her. With her abilities with the scythe she struck, cleaving the creatures head from his shoulders. Causing another to start and attack. She was adept as she battled against them before she was cornered back into the barn. The creatures clad in mens skin stilled with the order from a tall man at the opening of the barn.

They were all covered in bloody and he ordered them to toss the bodies on the fire. Roxanne made a sound of protest and moved to fight but he was to quick for her, moving against the girl and shoving her up against the back wall of the barn. She squirmed but he squeezed and began to sniff at her hair. There must have been something that caught his attention because he stopped and then smirked at her.

"Do you wish to avenge them little girl?" he asked and she only growled at him, narrowing her eyes. He didn't give her a choice after that point.

Once she was brought over to the other side, Roxanne did not take well to being a vampire at first. There was no madness, no insanity she just withdrew to herself and mourned the loss of her humanity and her family. Her sire, Julian didn't seem to be to concerned as he dragged her through Louisiana in pursuit of what had killed her family though he didn't say what it was at all.

In the 1800s Julian took her to New York, Boston and Chicago.She was there when Chicago burned to the ground and she hunted in the chaos of it. Almost as if her sire could sense when disaster would strike that was when they would feed. She rebelled against the yanks when the war between the states began she begged her sire to return to the South. her family was gone but she was still a southern girl at heart.

After the war, and after feeding on men and seducing many through out the war torn south, Julian decided it was time to head out west. During the first world war, Julian found himself enlisting with a secure unit of their own kind leaving Roxanne in San Francisco where she found a friend in a young Chinese medicine woman. While she waited for her sire to return, she spent many of her nights learning the ways of Chinese herbs.

The 1920s and 1030s was plentiful, Roxy spent her nights dancing and singing in clubs in San Francisco, loving the west as much as she did her native south. Soon after she was dragged to Mercy, where her sire had been the Coven leader for a great while, unbeknown to Roxanne. She found a place easily in the coven, she loved the town and the forties. She loved being able to dance and not have to hide so much. It was liberating for the vampire.

The war between they Lycans and the Vampires took a great deal from Roxy as she lost a great friend to the chaos. She doesn't really have any hard feelings towards the wolves, nor does she bare any ill will towards the elementals that forced the treaty.

About a year ago Julian was called away to serve on the Vampire Council, before leaving he gave Roxanne a little black kitten for company and told her he would return post haste. Julian was more like a father to Roxanne then a sire. Now she serves as Rosemary's right hand.. and she runs the front of house at the hotel.

It's business as usual in Mercy.

Your Name: Jeanna
Age: 24
How Did you Find us: Admin Duh!
A little bit about you: I am a paralegal student, I like to sleep and run around with my friends. Umm.. I have a cat, he is my baby. Aaaand I like sleep.

The morning had been at least somewhat easy for Rose as she moved around her chambers gathering her papers together to send off to her stable masters and servants at home. She wasn’t dressed in her finery, her hair was down around her shoulders pleated down the back as she hummed happily to herself. She had spent the morning teasing with Reina and talking to her about the puppy she had promised not to long ago. The toddler had insisted on naming it Kitty and she was spending her days trying to find another name the little girl liked more. It made her smile, even with the heartbreaking things that had happened recently with the prince dying—Rosalie found herself cherishing her friend’s child more than she had before.

When she turned towards the knock on the door to her rooms and it did not make her relax. People did not come to her without reason. As she moved across the room and opened the door, the doe eyed lady raised a brow at the servant girl standing at her door. She looked a tad frightened and it only served to make Rose scowl as the girl did not meet her eyes. “The king requests you in his anteroom, my lady. At noon..” once the message was delivered the girl was gone quick as you could please.

What in the nine hells is this? Blowing out a breath, the idea of a leisurely day out the door even as she felt her heart thump as something—was happening. She gathered herself together, dark hair onto her hair as she made her way to the king’s chamber at noon. She tried not to hiss as she made her way in, her day ruined but more so than she realized as she saw the king. Aldrin was being very—kingly today. That was the only word she could use to describe the way he motioned to the chair. She did not like this and a serious look settled over her soft face.

Despite herself she got comfortable—until his question sank in all the way to her bones. When in the? She stared at him, like a deer caught by a sound before she looked away and thought it over. She actually had to think, “What is this?” she asked before she looked back at him. Oh but there was that look—the look that meant shut up and on with it. She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt she was being judged, and though she knew he was hurting over the loss of his son. She wondered what made her affairs so important.. “Kaleb? He and I have been friends for near eight years or more and I’m very fond of his adorable little girl. But I suppose that is not what you are asking me..” Okay so she was dancing around it, but she stood up—not wanting to feel like a woman on trail as she stood before him and folded her arms. So what if she had an affair? Even if it was not allowed she did feel entitled. “Why are you asking me this, Aldrin?” No more king—be my friend, if you want to know think of your friend and not of station. She’d grown weary of station.. of the autonomy that it brought with it. Knowing he would not let her leave until she said something she shrugged her shoulders almost in defeat. She could not lie to him- she’d never been able too. But not admitting something wasn’t the same and she knew he could see right through her without any issue. She felt like a naughty child caught in the ink well and drawing pictures all over the desk with her fingers. It wasn’t something she liked at all.

[BLACK PAraeDE]