Roxxane
What do you do with your life when you don't have one? What happens when you wake up one day, and everything you know is unfamiliar? Even more, your own face?
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ㅤdo :ㅤ
| Walk up and talk to me in game if you see me. I might be AFK, but I'll reply as soon as I can. I'm up for RP'ing mostly any time, even more so if you have something already in mind. |
ㅤdo not:ㅤ
| Ask me personal information. I want to keep my RL outside the game. That includes nicknames, what I'm doing, and anything else pertaining to real life information. That will only be told once I get to know someone at a certain level of friendship. |
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| details | |
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| name | Roxxane Oronir |
| age | 45 |
| pronouns | He/Him |
| timezone | EST |
ㅤABOUTㅤ
Roxxane is around 45 years of age, Xaela Au Ra. He's good with a multiple array of weapons, but is finely trained in hand to hand combat and using a great sword, but his main weapon of choice is his Desert Eagle.
ㅤRelationshipsㅤ
Roxxane doesn't keep people around him, or at least, not often. There are only a small handful of people that he keeps close, and would do anything for to keep them in his life.
| Relationship |
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| ㅤHusband:ㅤㅤGunnar Oronir |
| ㅤFriendㅤㅤVain Uruka |
| ㅤFriendㅤㅤBones Uruka |
tracks :
ㅤBig Xㅤ
Black suit
ㅤAvatarㅤ
The Dirt I'm Buried In
ㅤCradle of filthㅤㅤ
To Live Deliciously
ㅤPainㅤㅤ
Shut Your Mouth
ㅤIGORRRㅤ
DOWNGRADE DESERT
| For those that were lucky to speak his name |
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| the protector, the killer, the ghost |
The ghost of Ishgard, Ziv's right hand, Roxxane Oronir. A white skinned Xaela, with thick black chunky tattoos over his skin, mixed with the onyx matte black scales that cover over his body, from his neck down over his arms, over his back and down to his ankles.Tattered and worn, knicks and scars covering over them as well as his skin. A show of years of fighting, surviving, and thriving while living in a world that isn’t his own.
In his past, he was a Warrior on the battlefield. Sword in hand, charging into battle with his army behind him, only in the blink of an eye, landing in the middle of La Noscea, covered in blood and no memory of who he was. Taking the name that was etched into the sword he woke up with clutched in his hand, he was left to defend himself from any and all that looked to him as easy prey. Wandering the countryside, he was brought in by a few kind merchants who had seen him wandering aimlessly, pulling him into their cargo and dropping him off into a small encampment on the outskirts of Ul'Dah, which is where he met Ziv. A massive Au Ra that even rivaled him in size and power. Ziv was the first one to give him purpose, to give him a guiding hand in what he might be able to find out about himself and a small family in his mafia. Helping Roxxane learn about who he was and why he was sent to this time line in the first place. Only for his hand in working under him without question for his time and services.
Ziv put a gun in his hand, and told him where to point. Like any good soldier, Roxxane shot. Putting the Au Ra to use, he positioned him in Ishgard. Dealing with both the Nobles, and those that were less fortunate, he made his home in the icy city in which he got his name. Hearing it being spread around between merchants, it was what he went by soon enough when he was sent out on his missions. The Ghost, which was what most called him, due to how his skin glowed in the moonlight, how he was able to appear out of nowhere from the darkness, and how well he was able to take out without anyone knowing. Only to meld into the darkness as if nothing had happened.
In turn, he knows still little about who he was, where he came from. But there are pieces here and there that he's picked up. That he's not from this Era, that he was a soldier, a Knight, from a time past, from a war that had been finished centuries ago. He still is looking for more, for the reason he was sent away, why he was sent to this timeline, and who had done this to him in the first place. With each bullet shot, he finds himself learning about his own past piece by piece, putting the puzzle together with every new piece of information he can gather.