"I, myself, am entirely made up of stardust and glowing embers, casting shimmers of light, waiting only to be fanned into a brilliant flame"



Name: Roxy Stark

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Full time student - parents cover finances
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Gray sexual / Bi-romantic
Time of occupancy in Redwoods: In the middle of moving in


Appearance:
Roxy is a short and thin, but curvy young woman (24) with long ginger hair and soft, grey-green eyes, and a smattering of freckles that she enhanced with makeup rather than covering up. She often wears loose and flowy clothing paired with dark sunglasses in an attempt at hiding from others. Normally Roxy has her hair pulled back into a large messy bun, precariously perched on top of her head. On the rare occasion when her hair is down, it gets EVERYWHERE and more often than not, she can be seen pulling strands from her pink-y-orange glossed lips.


Traits:
Red, wavy hair
Grey-green eyes eyes
Very fair skin
5 foot 2 inches tall
Small, but with a curvy hourglass figure


Personality:
Roxy is a timid young woman who has always felt a bit out of place and was so awkward that it was painful. It never stopped her from going for her dreams, no matter what, but it sure made interaction with other people a bit difficult at times. The one time that she was in her element was when she was taking care of others, often in intense, adrenaline fueled moments where every second counts. It never really made sense to her that such a shy person would thrive under intense pressure, but it’s what worked for her and she was ok with it.
At home, she preferred to spend her time alone, with her nose in a book or playing video games and sleeping as much as possible. Admittedly, both of the former were often accompanied by junk food and soda.


Habits:
Roxy was meticulous about keeping her space clean and tidy, making sure her books were all safely placed in their rightful spots on the shelf. She wouldn’t go so far as to alphabetize her book shelves, but it had crossed her mind a time or two. Her time was better spent studying or making plans. Plans and routine kept her sane enough to handle times when she had to think and plan or re-plan on the go. It took more than planning, though, to quit her nail biting habit.


Background:

Though she didn’t remember much of anything from her time there, Roxy was born in Ireland. Her parents had moved when she was 5, bringing her to the US after her father received a job offer that would provided them with everything they needed and more, which they hadn’t had in Ireland. She went to the best schools in the area and always had wonderful tutors. Her good grades hadn’t managed to improve her social life, though, and she’d spent most of her time feeling like an outcast. The “ridiculous accent” didn’t help her either. It was the first thing that people teased her about.
She didn’t mind too much, though, because she’d always had all the company she needed when playing games and reading books. So maybe she didn’t go to slumber parties or go out every weekend to party… She had traveled to hundreds of places, explored numerous worlds, traveled through time, and met creatures that others could hardly guess at. That was more than most people could say.


Now, it was time for her own adventure; Meeting her new roommates. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was hoping that things would all work out well.