Name: Roxanne Durnin
Nickname: Rox
Age: 16
School Year: First
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Nationality: United States of America
Personality:
Rox isn't the sharpest knife around, failing in both book smart and street smart, but she does have a keen insight to the world around her. She is easily able to anticipate another's thoughts or next actions and further determine the results and background information tied to those people. She easily becomes quite distracted by this, usually ending up practically daydreaming in the middle of conversations or other important events without realizing that she had lost most of her connection to the present. Though, she can be easily brought back with a small shake or an unexpected loud noise; startling her into forgetting most of what she was thinking, doing, and why she was where she was. Another small setback in the life of Rox would be her stubbornness. It maters not how persuasive others are; if she said she would or if her gut-feeling tells her to, she sticks to a plan, even if it later goes against her better judgement.
Bio:
Nothing out of the ordinary ever really happened to Roxanne. Apart from having a Russian/Irish father and a German/English mother, she was born in the US without any different set of problems from any other
American girl. There wasn't much family outside the three of them, but she would go visit her crazy Russian grandfather as school let out for the summer break. He would tell her all sort of stories of his past, all the while teaching her many useful technical skills such as lock picking, hot wiring, and first aid. She spent her free time practicing the skills her grandfather taught her, as well as learning most of the common languages from around the globe. Her focus on her personal teachings left her with few school friends, if any, but she was happy being productive and often used her grandfather as an inspiration.
A few more summers with grandfather, taught her how to drive and even gave her a bit of experience with guns (all unbeknownst to her parents), the most notibly an old Dragunov that her grandfather himself used quite a lot back in his day. Then, a letter in the mail came for her, inviting her to some fancy academy out by where her grandfather lives. Normally her parents would've denied any notion of her leaving off to who knows where, but with a mighty fine persuasion from her grandfather, her parents allowed her to stay with him while she finished her schooling. However, upon reaching her grandfathers new house; she found it quite vacant except for a steel gun case with her grandfather's old Dragunov and a note explaining that he wouldn't be joining her in living there, but would gladly pay for any and all expenses.
Weapons:
A weaponized
parasol:
- holds one dart (tranquilizer or other), fired from the tip
- handle detaches into a small 4" dagger
- kevlar reinforced cloth
A worn, hand-me-down Dragunov sniper rifle:
- 10 round mag
- night vision scope
- bipod
Equipment:
- vials of various non-lethal toxins
- steel weapons case fit to hold Dragunov and attachments
- stack of blank business cards
- pager
Skills: Cooking, mental fortitude, textile arts, lock picking, hot wiring, first aid, driving.
