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Jun 21, 2019 18:54:52 GMT
Post by roxyrose on Jun 21, 2019 18:54:52 GMT
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That girl is a deadly poison. Brace yourself.... Her lips are rotten. Just like her heart. |
Roxy smiled as she turned a glance back to James. Yeah, the giving her the rose thing had gotten under his skin a bit. Even though he tried to play it cool he couldn't really stop his nostrils from flaring. Roxy supposed she had always known that he and Quil were an item. Still a girl can try right?
And though her playful flirtation was just a distraction from the pain in her shoulder.... Bonus points for pulling old Jame's leg to boot. Roxy settled gently back against the seat. Her hiss of pain only overshadowed by the loud bumbling engine of the vehicle. Roxy looked at James who just so happened to be looking her way.... "I'm sorry James. I didn't mean to mack on your girl. We all know it was love at first 'SPIKE'"
Roxy tried to laugh at her own stupid joke, but that only sent ripples of pain through her bullet ridden shoulder. "Tip your waitresses. I'm here most of the week." She said quietly. Roxy was trying to be lighthearted and upbeat, even if her eyelids were slowly getting heavier. As the car bounced around the bumpy terrain her head jostled around lightly without much rigidity. The pain had made her pass out, though she was still breathing.
Maybe the adrenaline had finally kicked out and she was feeling it for the first time. The body was freaking weird man. Roxy slept for most of the trip back. One of the dragons... Tended to her to make sure she was okay, but Roxy was used to decay. She didn't mind rotting if it was her time to go. It wasn't. She just needed a few stitches to cover up the exit wound and she would be right as rain. |
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May 24, 2019 19:36:42 GMT
Post by roxyrose on May 24, 2019 19:36:42 GMT
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That girl is a deadly poison. Brace yourself.... Her lips are rotten. Just like her heart. |
Roxy only had the ability of black mold creation. there was only really so much she could do here. Her abilities were not that impressive. Sure, she had the ability to shut down restaurants in a single bound, but how fucking helpful was that? She couldn't even be around her friends for extended periods without them taking safety precautions to accommodate her.
All in all she was feeling pretty useless to the group. Not only did she botch her rescue mission, she ended up being the one getting saved. Fuck. And here she was thinking her heroics were going to get her on Quill's naughty side. Roxy liked to joke around with Quill, but she wasn't even sure if Quill was into women. Roxy was... Exclusively and she had always found that Quill out of everyone had been the one she connected with the most of the Dragons. Maybe it was just part of her harmless crush, but in her time here Roxy had gotten to know Anthony and Quill the best.
Roxy, for a time was a street kid. She spent most of her teen years living in the sewers and sitting on a throne made of black mold. She'd come up to the surface world for food and to get out of the stink every now and then, but for the longest time she had forgotten how to be with people. It was only her and her rats, and the other rats she made of black mold to keep her company. It was no wonder she was slightly awkward around the others.
Looking up at Quill she offered her a weak smile. "Thanks sexy, I owe you one. Maybe I can repay you later." She said with a wink, before laying back down. Hiding her embarrassment with cockiness was a good way to cover up the fact that you were the odd wheel. She sat up on her side and pulled herself into the passenger's seat leaving Quill in the back. The dragon driving was the strong silent type. He smiled at both of the girls but didn't say much of shit.
"Did you at least get what you went in there for?" Roxy finally asked Quill after a moment of staring out the window. She turned back around in her seat and stared at Quill. Her eyes searching Quill's face for any reason to be doubtful. She expected Quill to get the job done. Quill was kind of a badass. Roxy would have been surprised if she had failed in her mission. "Here. For you." She smiled. The skin around her wrist speckled with black dots. As mold spores crawled up her arm and into the palm of her hand. The spore took flight and lifted off her skin. Flying synchronously in form to create a black rose made out of moldy spores.
Roxy brought the rose to her nose and breathed deep. She wasn't effected by the harmful mold. Breathing it in was like breathing fresh air to her. And normal fresh air always turned her stomach a little bit, so she had to creation mold just to function.
At the very least she almost always had a flowing orchestra of spores flowing around her. She held the rose out to Quill for her to take. "Don't..... Uh... Don't breathe that in okay honey?" She smiled. Though her smile turned softer and more apologetic as she stared at Quill. "I'm really sorry I fucked up in there." She said looking down. She felt bad she almost made the situation worse because she was eager to impress a cute girl.
Roxy wasn't blind or stupid. She knew that Anthony and Quill may have sort of had a thing going on. It didn't invalidate her feelings at all. She couldn't help who she was crushing on though she wasn't going to do anything to step in the way. So, maybe she flirted a little bit. It was her dumb ass flirting that got her into this trouble in the first place. Roxy leaned on the seat and hissed a little in pain at the bullet in her shoulder. She could heal it with her mold, but she'd have to get the bullet out first. She maybe be immune to mold poisoning, but lead poisoning was a different matter.
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May 20, 2019 17:08:16 GMT
Post by roxyrose on May 20, 2019 17:08:16 GMT
Everything was fucked. Tie yourself to the bed post and get ready for the dildo, no lube; fucked. Uh...Okay. How exactly do we get her the fuck out of there with bullets flying and now fire spilling everywhere. Anthony was an alright guy, but he didn't exactly think things through. Part of the building had caught fire now. "You brought a bazooka to fix a leaky pipe asshole." Anthony might not have been the best tool for this job, but they were like a family they stuck together. Roxy had been a part of this family for as long as she could remember, and to say the least she would die for each and every one of them. Even Anthony, though right now he wasn't exactly her favorite.
Everyone else in the Van were wearing gas masks. They had to with Roxy's mutation. She was poisonous to be around and the only way to breath around her was through a filter. Though she didn't mind making people sick, she preferred not to do it in a literal sense. Jumping out of the van and moving closer to the building. Roxy didn't think she just ran inside. The smoke was already piling up. Roxy coughed a few times as she searched around. "Jay! Where the fuck are you?" She said as loud as she could. The thing about napalm was.... It spread quickly. Drips of burning napalm fell from the ceiling and the cracking sound of burning wood made it hard to hear.
Roxy's hands were gloved. So she didn't hurt anyone she didn't want too. She Roxy took off one of her gloves by biting it. One of the armed men came running around the corner. Roxy was right in his sights. She hand nothing in her hand, but as if by magic she snapped her arm in a whipping motion and wrapped a strand of tangling black mold around the man's leg. The mold came from her skin and it seemed to move and wiggle with life. She gave the strand a harsh tug and pulled the man's foot out from under him. He fell on his ass. Using her communicator she yelled at Anthony. "Hey fireball. Try not to kill us out there, but some more help would be nice." She had to hurry. It was getting harder and harder to breathe in this fiery deathtrap. Roxy passed a body with one of Quill's spikes in it lying on the ground. Stepping over him she found Quill behind the counter.
She smirked at her. "I am always saving your ass." She said cockily. She didn't get to savior the moment very long when a bullet hit her in the shoulder. It splattered through her shoulder and tumbled around in the bone. Roxy screamed and fell to the floor. Coming for the rescue? More like adding to the problem. She didn't think either. Going in half cocked and thinking she was a badass.... She forgot she wasn't bulletproof. "Fuck me sideways." She complained. Rolling on the ground. She tried to conjure more mold to help them out though the heat from the flames made her mold burn off before it could be helpful. Looking at Quill she laughed nervously. "Any ideas beautiful?"
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Post by roxyrose on May 13, 2019 1:23:59 GMT
x Roxy Rose NAME. Roxy Rose
NICKNAME. Poison Rose / Toxic
AGE. 24
BIRTHDAY. May 4th
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual
POWER: Black mold manipulation, black mold constructs, poison touch
STRENGTHS:. Roxy can manipulate the growth of black mold causing it to grow rapidly and decay orgainic life. She can also grow toxic mold to form constructs. The limits of which depend on her imaginatioin. Though she had been known to make a literal throne out of black mold and two dobermen pinschers as attack dogs constructed from black mold. Roxy can make whatever her mind can dream up as long as she has a clear mental image of it in her mind.
WEAKNESS Roxy also has a problem with skin to skin contact. Physical contact with her skin can be leathal with prolonged exposure. Roxy has to wear leather gloves on both hands in case she inadvertantly places her hand on someone. Due the nature of her powers she can't live within small confines with another human person. After awhile of close proximity she will begin to have adverse health effects on the other individual.
Due
FACE CLAIM. Tatina Marsly
HEIGHT. 5'6
WEIGHT. 122 lbs
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. If you look closely you can see her veins are black. Raven black hair. Pale, porcelien skin. Bright red ruby lips.
OVERALL. Roxy is comfortable in the attire of post punk era grunge.. She wears leatgher jackets and plaid skirts. She likes leggins and combat boots. A pair of jeans are not right for her unless they are torn and ripped. It is as much a fashion statement as it is a defense mechanism. She dresses edgey and dangerous so people leave her alone.POSITIVE TRAITS. Bright, Careful, Honest, Good intentioned
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Blunt, Harsh, Rude, Foul mouthed
STRENGTHS. Being alone ( Has grown used to it) Mastery of her powers (Isolation has given her time to hone her craft)
WEAKNESSES. Empathy, Friendships.
DREAMS. To not have something wither and die in her hands
FEARS. That she will be alone forever.
OVERALL. Roxy pushes people away. She is your textbook closed off anti-social hardass. She pushes people away to keep them safe. Also to keep their blood off her consciencee. Roxy is a loner and she has grown used to the isolation. It bothers her sometimes, but most of the time she would just as well be alone. The truth is she has been alone for as long as she can remember.
FATHER. Unknown
MOTHER. Unknown
SIBLINGS. Unknown
OTHER FAMILY. Mack Friend who occasionally brings her food
HOMETOWN. Dolby, Alabama
OVERALL For awhile Roxy lived as a child at a weird place. A place of mutants. A refuge of sorts. She doesn't have much memory of this place. All she knew was it was her earliest memory. She has no memories of her mother's face, or her father's smell. She doesn't even remember what they look like. She was abandoned when she came into this world all goopy and covered in black sluge.
The truth was her ability caused her mother to get very sick and then die a few hours later of a nasty infection. Her father couldn't stand to look at her so he got rid of her. Threw her literally in the trash behind a coffee shop. It was there that she was found by some young mutant who brought her back to this refuge for mutants. It was a safe place for her kind.
They made it work, even though she couldn't really be around any of them. Anyone who got around her became ill. When she was 17 she ran away. Not wanting to put anyone she cared about in danger she fled to the sewers, where she lives now. She did have one friend at the sanctuary. A boy named Mack. He still visits, though she wishes he would just leave her alone.... For his safety at least.
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