Roxie Laganne

Roxie · Mon May 31, 2010 9:11 pm

Name: Roxie Laganne

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Date of birth: December 1st

Place of Birth: France – Marseille

Nationality: French

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Dark Blue

Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned

Pubic Hair: Waxed

Height: 5’3

Weight: 48Kg

Bust: 40A

Appearance:

With her tousled blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and delicate features, Roxie has always attracted her fair share of attention – though she’s never understood what all the fuss is about. She vaguely knows that she stands somewhere between what most people would consider quite pretty and beautiful, but that’s as far as it goes. Part of Roxie’s charm is that she is mostly unaware of the effect her appearance can have on others.
She loves her body because it is healthy enough and strong enough to withstand the arduous training she puts it through. She doesn’t realize that her slender figure, long limbs, and soft curves might give other people completely different reasons to take interest in it.

Background:

Roxie was raised by her mother. Her father left soon after she was born, and that sums up pretty much everything she knows about him. Her mother never talks about him and she never asks. Though she sometimes wishes she at least knew his name, she has long ago decided that should he ever come back and try to be her father, she’d never let him be a part of her life.
Her mother, on the other side, she idolizes. Annabelle Laganne was only 19 when she got pregnant, still in school, training to be a make-up artist. But she never gave up. Not on a single thing. Not on her daughter, not on her studies, and not on her dreams. And it was long, and it was painful, and it took a lot of hard work, but she made it happen.
She finished her studies.
She found a job that she loved and that allowed her to support both herself and her daughter.
She gained her parents’ respect back – even if things between them were never exactly the same afterwards.
She was not rich, but she made sure that Roxie didn’t lack of anything. While she never spoiled her, she made sure that Roxie had clothes and toys as nice as the other childrens’.
And she loved Roxie – fiercely and unconditionally. She supported and encouraged her in a way that she herself had never been, but that she felt her daughter deserved.

Roxie’s childhood was full of colors, warmth and laughter; the streets of Marseilles were her playground; her mother’s friends and her own were her family.
As a child Roxie was a little ball of energy, always asking questions, always running around to explore the world around her. Her curiosity and restlessness led her to explore all sorts of activities – from gymnastics to pottery, she tried it all!
Until she discovered martial arts.

She was nine.
She’d always been a bit of a mad pup, but when she started practicing martial arts, namely jujutsu; it was like she finally found the center she didn’t know she was looking for. Her life was a happy one, she knew it. She also knew that if she were to give up martial arts, there would be something missing in her life that nothing else could replace. Besides, it was fun!

From then on, it became her passion. She’d never really applied herself to anything, but when it came to martial arts she found in herself a determination, a sense of discipline, and a fervor that took everyone by surprise. She didn’t question it. To her it just came naturally. The attitude as well as the aptitude.
Soon she started to compete. And she kept on winning. Bringing home trophy after trophy. It seemed like there was no stopping her progression. The word “prodigy” started to be whispered, and soon reached the right ears.

When she was twelve she was offered a place - and a scholarship - for a very prestigious and exclusive course that combined classical studies and intense training.
It was a wonderful opportunity, but the separation from her mother and hometown was hard. Yet, she’s never regretted it and the years that she spent at the school were the best of her life.
The school was based in the U.S and students from all around the world – all female – attended. All of them as passionate and dedicated as herself.
While most of the courses took place at the school, students were often sent, or invited, to other countries for training and competing. It was a hectic life, but Roxie relished it, better, she thrived on it.
The number of students at the school being limited, they all became a tight-close unit. Not that competition and tension were not present amongst them, but a shared passion and a life away from home taught them to be supportive of each other.
While at the school, Roxie realized that as important as competing was to her, her love of jujutsu was as important, if not much, and that it was that love that she someday wanted to transmit to others.

On her last year of high school, Roxie and her two best friends – Yuki, a Japanese girl, and Mandy, an American girl – formed the project of someday opening their own school. However, both of her friends’ parents insisted that they first complete a university degree. And Roxie’s mother herself thought that it wasn’t such a bad idea. She knew her daughter was talented, and she was extraordinarily proud of her, but in her line of work, a bad injury could mean that she’d never be able to compete again. It wasn’t a pleasant thought, but it could very well happen.
She was a bit lost though, all her friends had already chosen which university they would attend, but she just couldn’t decide. None of them had the exact profile she was looking for. Not enough jujutsu.

She’d resigned herself to pick one at random when she heard that an old student of the school was paying them a visit and that they were all invited to have a friendly spar or/and chat with her if they wanted to.
Of course, Roxie volunteered, and while she was one of the best students in her class, she found herself clearly overmatched. She was mesmerized; she’d never seen anyone fight like that. The girl was not as good as the teachers, but in a way, it was like she was at a superior level, like she understood what the essence of fighting was made of.
When she talked with her after the spar she asked her where she had studied. The girl smiled and she started to tell her all about a place named Shokushu. If you wanted to study martial arts, she said, Shukoshu was definitely the place to go to. They had amazing teachers and unique methods of training that couldn’t be rivaled anywhere else. She wasn’t allowed to talk about it, but Roxie had seen her fight, hadn’t she? It should be proof enough. Roxie was hooked. But the school the girl described sounded like a school that only wealthy people could afford. And Roxie was anything but. However, the girl quickly put her worries at rest. The school policy, she said was to give an equal chance to everyone; she pronounced the magic word: “scholarship”. She winked, talented as Roxie was, she was sure to get one! The girl gave her all the details and proved to be more helpful than Roxie would have believed her to be given her previously snobbish attitude. She even offered to put a word in for her and to send her a brochure.
A few weeks after applying, Roxie got her answer. She’d gotten in! And they’d granted her a scholarship!
Life couldn’t get any better!

She spent the last of her summer holidays partying with her friends, having long excited chats about the future, promising to stay in touch with each other, and to be friends for ever.
As usual the separation with her mother was difficult. She always felt a bit guilty leaving her behind. Even though she was a grown up and had a rich and fulfilling life of her own. But she didn’t feel as guilty this time, her mother had just met a new man, and if the stars in her eyes and the looks of adoration in his eyes when he looked at her were any indication, her mum was in good hands.
So it was with a light heart that Roxie set off for what she was sure would be one of the most exciting adventures of her life.

Personality:

In spite of what her appearance may suggest, Roxie is very far from being a blonde Bimbo.
She’s the kind of person who fits in wherever she goes, and who always find herself surrounded by friends.
She’s not however attracted by power, being a leader doesn’t interest her. Though she’d be charismatic enough to be one should she chose so.
She’s a genuinely nice and caring person, and is always ready to listen and help her friends. Or even a total stranger. She’s learnt very early on that solidarity could go a long way.
However if someone is mean to her, or her friends, she won’t hesitate to retaliate. She’s got the wits and the muscles to do so.
Roxie is a very optimistic person and doesn’t spend much time on introspection. She’s usually cheerful, easy going, and full of bright energy. Roxie’s got an insatiable curiosity that always leads her to explore new aspects of life.
She’s a hard worker and if she wants something she’ll do whatever it takes to get it.
She’s not what you’d call a brilliant student, she’s barely above average, but she applies herself. Curiously, her best subject is Mathematics.
On the downside, she can be quite reckless and impatient, and while she’s so far been lucky enough to avoid major trouble, it won’t always be so.

Virgin? Yes.

Piercing or Tattoos: No

Language: English and French, as well as some Japanese

Likes: Martial Arts movies, jujutsu, training, sports, handball, rock-climbing, dancing, gymnastics, swimming, ice-cream (hello Ben, hello Jerry!)

Dislikes: Bullies, lies, when things take too much time, being told what to do

Magic? No

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