Name: Roxanne Alyce Tataeu
Nickname: Rox, is what she prefers. But she's always called Roxie, which makes her sound about five years old.
Age: 449 years old (Frozen at 20)
Birthday: She was born on the Fourth of May, 1563.
Bloodtype: She like B+, really, but her all time favourite is the rarest blood type of all, AB-. That's really the same for most vampires though. She don't mind any blood type though, O is perfectly fine.
Place of Origin: She was born in Toulouse, France.
Likes:
♦ Expensive alcohol ♦ being told she's beautiful ♦ being taken out for meals, and treated ♦ the occasional piece of romance ♦ chocolate chip cookies ♦ sex, and lots of it ♦ the feeling of blood trickling down her throat ♦ when no-one is looking, loosing herself in a book ♦ orange juice ♦ her leather jacket.
Dislikes:
♦ Drinking the blood of someone on drugs ♦ small children who cry twenty-four seven ♦ being interrupted in anything ♦ the taste of grapes ♦ being forced into wearing posh dresses ♦ being told what to do ♦ anything sci-fi ♦ confusing word puzzles ♦ having pictures taken of her ♦ vampires movies that depict sparkling pricks.
Fear(s):
Rox is terrified of only two things; one is being outcasted, abandoned by her coven to live alone in a world where she would have no purpose. And the second is that of fire. Fire is something the girl hates, more than most hunters, or tainted blood, or death threats. Fire is horrible.
Secret(s):
"My secret? I... I feel something more than I should, for Luke. I hate myself for that. I feel myself going soft when I'm around him, which is a contrast to who I am, to who I told myself I was going to be after the torture of a relationship that was James. I don't want to let myself get that emotionally involved with anyone ever again, but I just can't help that pull that I'm feeling towards him. We have sex a lot, my way of trying to get him out of my head, to put distance between us. But it's not fucking working."
Personality:
Roxanne is one of the nastiest people that you could come across in life. She has no qualms telling you exactly what she thinks, and doesn't matter if it hurts, or upsets anyone. Her truthfulness and bluntness are her main faults, but she sees them as good qualities. If people don't know the truth, then they live life as a lie, she believes. She doesn't see it as being mean, as most of the people around her do, but she knows that sometimes she pushes it too far, and heads into the territory of being a bitch. But, she doesn't give a crap. Being mean is the way that she has dragged herself through life, and kept herself going, and that won't change unless it means her own death.
Rox is also extremely free spirited; she hates the idea of being caged up and trapped in one particular place, or by one particular person any more, and she hates being told what to do. She listens to Helena, purely because she was the woman who sired her, but she's always sarcastic and catty whenever she is given orders. She also has a habit of sleeping with people, just before killing them. She prefers the blood of men over the blood of females, purely because she gets to have the fun of using their body for her own enjoyment, before then getting her food. She doesn't like creating emotional bonds with people, and the physical bond of sex is much simpler to her. Emotions confuse her.
She sees things at face value; judging people by the way that they look. Appearance is a main focal point of the girl, and she won't drink from, or have sex with someone that she isn't attracted to. She will also never go out without looking her upmost best. Since she was turned into a shriveling mess by her fiancé, she decided to go back to looking her best when she was turned. Red lipstick will also cover her lips, and eyeliner helping her beautiful eyes stand out. She is extremely vain, and her wardrobe is mainly filled with tight clothing, short skirts and high boots, her favourite piece of clothing however being her leather jacket.
History:
Roxanne Tataeu was born to Elizabetha and Gaspard Tataeu, in 1563, a pretty boring year when it comes to history. Nothing good happened, nothing interesting, and in France, everything was especially dull. Growing up in a rich French family, Rox was their only child, meaning in the most sense, that she was extremely spoiled. She was surrounded by toys, and had the most beautiful and expensive dresses made especially for her. Her mother treated her like a china doll; make-up and curled hair was a major part of the girl's life from an extremely young age. She was paraded around as a beautiful piece of the family's furniture, not being seen as a person by anyone, it seemed to her. No-one saw that she was a person underneath her beauty; she had feelings, and a voice. But, they were never seen. All that was shown, up until the age that she was sixteen years old, was that she was a little girl that her parents were proud to show off as one of the most beautiful girls in the town.
At the age of sixteen, everything however changed for Rox. She grew to an age of adulthood in her parents eyes, and she was being told that marriage was soon to be on the cards for her. This changed her view on life; Love was the only thing that she had ever wanted from her parents, and now she was going to have a husband of her own to love her for the rest of her life? How perfect! A man to be with forever. Someone who wouldn't treat her like a trophy, and who would give her countless children to love and care for. And soon, her parents found her a suitor, someone they thought would be perfect for their little gem. And that person was James L'eno, an incredibly handsome male from an aristocratic family, five years her senior. But, he was perfect. Every girl wanted to become his wife, and he had chosen her, little Roxanne Tataeu. Everything was perfect now.
Roxanne was soon moved into a large house that she shared with James, and they lived together, happy for about half of a year. They didn't want any money from their parents, starting out on their own with their own money, or James' work money, to be exact. So, with a cheap, small house, and Rox staying at home to do the cleaning and the washing, and all of the household chores, they started their life together. They went out to garden parties, smiled, held hands and spent time together, sitting in their porch with a glass of homemade lemonade. But soon, things started to happen. Things that Roxanne didn't understand. James started to get angry at her, shouting at the little things that she got wrong, like cooking the dinner at a wrong time, or not pressing his shirt in the correct way. Every little thing that she seemed to be doing was wrong, and he hated it. It seemed as if he hated her. So, at the age of eighteen, Roxanne finally decided to ask him what was wrong. Why he was constantly being mean to her and why he was hurting her emotions so much? And that was when he hit her. Punched her in the cheek, hard, leaving a bright red mark. He went out straight after that, and Rox just lay in their bed crying her eyes out. When James came home that night, about four in the morning, he was stinking drunk, and still incredibly angry.
That night, he raped her.
The rape continued for another two years, until Rox was twenty years old. She turned from being a pretty, quiet girl with a smile constantly on her face to a woman who hid her face, ignored all of the make-up that she had been trained to put on, a bitter tone in her voice when ever anyone asked her what was going on, and why she had changed. She lost touch with her parents, not wanting them to see her the way she was, and they didn't seem too bothered about her leaving them alone. They seemed to be disappointed with her change, and didn't want anything to do with her any more. Rox was disappointed in herself as well, and started going out at night after her fiancé raped her, going out to the local tavern, and drowning her sorrows in cheap alcohol, much like James. It was there that she shouted at a woman in her drunken state, a beautiful red-head woman who seemed to be rather amused at being spoken to like that, something which really irritated Roxanne, and made her storm out of the bar in a rage.
When leaving the tavern that night, the red-headed woman followed her. Rox stumbled into an alleyway to confront the woman, but she was soon trapped in between what felt like arms of steel. A wrist was then being thrust into her mouth, and blood trickled into her stomach, the most disgusting thing that she had ever experienced. Then, two hands were grasping at the side of her head, and then blackness took over. When Rox awoke, there Helena was standing in front of her, and she explained everything that had happened. She obviously didn't believe it at first and she rushed off home, returning back to the man who had tortured her for years. When she saw him, laying there in the bed, an overwhelming desire came over her. She slowly walked over to his side of the bed, and her eyes were drawn to the pulsating vein in his neck. She could see it, the beat of his pulse, hear his heart beat. And then, her teeth were sinking into his neck.
The night Rox killed James was the best of her life; no night had ever felt so good. She was free of his clutches, and had a new sense of joy surrounding her life. She soon joined Helena's coven, and became the procurer of their little family. She seduced a handsome guy in France a few years after becoming a vampire and introduced him into their coven. Luke was a part of their coven's natural enemies, the Forebearer's, and she sometimes feels a little bad when she looks at him, and sees that he's uncomfortable there. Just because she liked the way that he looked, she ruined his chances of going back to the way that he once was. He's one of the only people she's actually nice too, most of the time.
Anything Else:
Roxanne has a talent for art; sketching and drawing. She has many sketches hidden in a little book underneath her bed. Drawings that she does when she thinks that no-one is looking. She prefers drawing things that are real, things that she can see. Pictures of her coven members, Luke, Helena and flowers that she picks and puts in a vase in her room are in there. Her favourite human food is apples, especially red ones, and they have been since before she was turned. Finally, she gets extremely irritated if someone comes into her room without being invited, and if someone touches her lipstick, they're going to die.