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Player Name: Linnet
Email Address: chibilinnet@yahoo.com
AIM Screen Name: Pengfu

Character Name: Roxas
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: 16
Physical Description: A bit short for his age, Roxas has dirty (literally; it's actually quite bright when clean) blond that is all over the place, sticking up, down, and sideways.. He possesess an icy set of blue eyes that alwaya seem to be glaring ahead and is almost always frowning, or at the least looking blank. He has an odd taste in wardrobe too, always wearing a mix of white and black clothing, and he seems to be fond of checkered patterns.
Personality: Although inherently, he's a decent kid with a knack for helping others (for a price; you couldn't live off the nice warm fuzzy feeling of helping people, after all), life on the streets has hardened Roxas, just like it would have with anyone else. He is somewhat polite in speaking, but it's more out of habit since his jobs often required the polite addressing of others as "sir" and "ma'am". Beyond that, it is near impossible to coax some smalltalk or even a smile from the blond haired boy, as Roxas's mouth seems to be eternally glued to a frown. He seems to have an initial distrust for anyone and doesn't seem interested in getting to having friends, since he thinks that they're only being friendly because they want something. Roxas sometimes gives the impression that he thinks the entire world is out to get him, but he's only protecting himself from the miserable heartbreak that comes with being rejected by people you care about, thus he fixes this by (trying) to not care about anyone. All he really wants though, more than anything else, is a family, a home, and not having to worry about the next time he can eat something.
Strengths: Having lived on the streets for the better part of his life, Roxas knows the rules of the streets and abides by them (somewhat). He knows the slums of Ksengi fairly well and if not, well, he can find his way somehow. Being caught in numerous fights, Roxas knows how to fight well enough to keep himself from getting his ass beaten, and he knows where to hit someone with a heavy stick if that's what it takes. Personality wise, Roxas still retains his helpfulness and actually enjoys doing odd jobs for various people. However, he expects to be paid for his work. He has to eat too, after all (and he'd be damned if he ate any of Axel's goods. Even if they did taste good.)
Weaknesses: When Roxas gets mad, Roxas gets mad. He can be quite destructive when he "flips out", but it'd have to be something pretty traumatic. Roxas can also appear stubborn and often turns people off with his antisocial behavior, not leaving him with much help when put in a tough situation. This suits him fine though, he's used to fighting alone, but when ganged up on this could be a little bit of a problem... Roxas also has a weakness for sea salt ice cream; it's one of the few things left in existence that can make the boy smile.

History: One of the few children who actually had a parent, Roxas remembers somewhat of his mother, an alcoholic prostitute who adored Roxas because he was the only child of hers to survive the initial birth process and then growing up. Although she meant well, the only life she could offer him was one of consistently moving around as she sought out new "clients", often then wasting the money on booze. Too often, Roxas remembered his mother talking about "a better life"; she would spend her days wistfully wishing they were nobles. But Roxas knew, just like everyone else; you're either adopted by the nobles before you turned five or you were stuck here for the rest of your life, doomed to live a life of mediocrity if you were lucky.

As he grew up, Roxas decided early on that he would not be the same wandering vagrant like his mother was. He was going to get a job (one that didn't involve selling away his dignity), he was going to find a stable place to live (as long as it stayed in one place) and he sure as hell wasn't going to waste his time dreaming and whatnot. He realized this at the age of eight, consoling his mother over yet another failed "relationship". It was just wrong when a kid had look after their parent.

Sometimes, though, Roxas's mother would babble about something peculiar, especially on those nights where she was more drunk than usual. It was then that she would animately tell Roxas about "Sora", someone who was supposed to be his brother. He was even named after Sora, since his name was just an X.

"Roxas, one day, we'll find yer father and yer brother. Oh, you'll love Sora, he looks like the sweetest kid. Ya looked just like him when I saw him, he was just a wee baby, I feel bad his father had a fling with a whore. But Roxas, one day you'll find Sora and you'll have a real family, not just some poor drunk mother. You'll have a father... and a brother... and urrrk, get me that pail, dear."

"You're just drunk, mom," Roxas would say, but sometimes he had to wonder. Who was this... Sora? But he could never get a straight answer from her, and Sora was just some figure she must have made up, he reasoned. Still, his mother's behavior seemed to be getting progressively worse...

The final straw came two years later, when Roxas was ten. He was used to being shooken awake at an obscure time in the morning by his mother so they could run out without paying (Roxas always made sure to leave something). But when he woke up in the morning, he noticed something was missing.

His mother.

"Mom?" The boy called out, looking around the room first, then the halls of the run down motel they were staying at. The owner didn't seem at all surprised when Roxas told him of his dilemma.

"So she finally left ya, huh? I give 'er props for hanging onta you for..."

"I'm ten years old, sir,"

"Heh, ten years?! Yer lucky, kid. But types like her, they ain't fit to be mothers. S'about time she dumped you off fer someone else. Either way, kid, ya still have to pay the bill," The owenr reminded the poor boy gruffly, although his offer was somewhat generous. Roxas had nowhere else to go.

When he was done paying off his debt (Roxas was a hard worker; it only took a week or so), he had a meager amount of money to his name and was cast back out on the streets. With nowhere else to go, Roxas began seeking out odd jobs at first, from delivering mail on a skateboard to exterminating bees (NEVER AGAIN). But it wasn't long before he began getting sick of barely scraping up enough money to buy a hot dog from a stand and call it breakfast, lunch, AND dinner. He needed a real job. And a home. Things that evaded him at every turn.

Sometimes, Roxas would even go on a futile search for Sora. But it never worked out. Roxas wasn't surprised. It was hard to look for someone who didn't exist, but he tried occassionaly anyway.

Getting frustrated, it was no wonder that Roxas jumped at the chance to join one of the gangs of Azhun. Merely calling themselves "Twlight", Roxas was surprised to know these kids were barely older than him. But whatever the case, soon he found himself getting stuck with the grunt work, since looting and pillaging really wasn't his thing.

Although he looked to the gang as the closest thing to family he had for awhile, the feeling wasn't reciprocated. At 14, four years after being abandoned by his mother, Roxas found himself in the middle of a gang war. Amidst all the fighting and scuffling, Roxas managed to barely escape with his life, crawling in a back alley and blacking out. When he awoke, he found himself completely alone -- eerily reminiscent to what happened four years ago.

Making his way back to the gang headquarters wounded and tired, he was shocked at the greeting he recieved.

"Hey, look, Roxas didn't die after all."

That, to him, was the final straw. Everytime. Everytime he worked with other people, everytime he trusted them to watch out for him when he did the same, they always betrayed him. He felt like he was just being used, until someone better came along. Then he was just tossed aside like dirt. Well, no more. Roxas walked out that day, for good. He refused to be screwed over like that again. He didn't need anybody. He'd have to rely on himself, like he did back then. Sure, he'd have to sleep on the streets again and would have to go back to eating a meal a day, it was better than putting up with them.

Two lonely years on the streets had hardened Roxas's heart again, to the point where he was quite different from he was before. No longer the polite boy he prided on being, Roxas had become as gruff and univiting as anyone on the streets should have been. Yet he still refused to be the vagrant his mother was, and that was why when he found out that bakery run by the queer redhead known as "Axel" was hiring, Roxas applied and found himself with a stable job, a stable income, and something close to a home. Or as stable as things could get.

He should have been happy, right? But Roxas was still deeply wounded from the past, and it showed. He hardly spoke to Axel beyond what was necessary, as with the customers. He didn't chitchat. He didn't even smile at them. He got what he wanted the most, and he didn't need anything or anyone else.

Even a long lost brother named Sora. Definitely didn't need one of those, right? He didn't believe the drunken ramblings of a woman who, in the end, didn't give a damn about her son... right? Family didn't exist in the slums, so there was no need to get hopes up.

Now if only Axel would just get that through his thick red skull.