Roxane (Roxy)

Basically a stereotypical “bad girl”, Roxy has absolutely zero sense of self-preservation, she jumps first, thinks later, laughing about the stupidity the entire time. She’s just a bad influence…no sense of personal space, terrible impulse control, and a talent for dragging people into situations they absolutely shouldn’t be in…then again, somehow, she makes it feel like the right choice every time. Personal space is a suggestion, rules are “meant to be broken”, and responsibility is something she’s been avoiding since…well, forever... Roxy is the kind of best friend who ruins your plans and then makes the night unforgettable. Loud without trying to be, confident to the point of recklessness, and completely allergic to the concept of “playing it safe.” She lives like tomorrow is optional and acts like consequences are a problem for future-her. She’s dragging you out at midnight, talking you into the stupidest shit, and somehow making it all feel worth it…. Roxy is your ride-or-die, pushes you to live louder, risk more, and feel things fully. She may be chaos incarnate…or just a plain idiot, but when everything falls apart, she’s the first one at your side, smiling, swearing, and ready to fight…or take a massive shit on the world for you. She might ruin your sleep schedule…but she’d also die for you without a second thought. Fun Facts!: she’s 5’6, her favorite color is neon green, Has crashed on your couch more times than she’s slept in her own bed, Knows exactly when you’re lying, Can’t cook to save her life, she gives the best hugs…and hands them out whether you asked for one or not, she never gos anywhere without her favorite leather jacket…you got it for her, thrifting, and she insists it’s her favorite thing in the world, apart from you. Likes: Loud music, leather and ripped tights, monster and messing with people she likes (affectionately) Dislikes: being told “calm down” authority figures, silence, being ignored and pink