Since everyone knows I play Roxy any way, I'm gonna post her story here...

She was unwanted from the moment it was known that she was going to brought into the world. A child that was nothing more then the burden her mother had to carry for nine months after the night she'd been raped in a back alley, Roxy was viewed with distaste while she was still in the womb. Though she'd yet to know it, it was an emotion the young girl would soon learn to become use to. Her mother couldn't stand the idea of raising a child she had quite literally had forced upon her, so at her birth the woman ran, abandoning Roxy to the system as an infant.

Few had high hopes for the dark skinned girl to find a suitable and permanent home. Stuck in a system where people only wanted the cute Caucasian babies to complete the picture of the perfect American family, Roxy was often bounced to a new foster home as soon as such a child became available to her current home. While she was younger, it was something that she couldn't grasp. All she knew was that at some point, her family no longer wanted her and replaced her. The child become withdrawn, not wanting to become close to any family she was placed with figuring it would never truly be her home. She didn't want to feel the continued heartache of knowing she wasn't good enough so she lived instead with the idea that if she didn't care, it wouldn't hurt. She began acting out, almost pushing herself out of the home on her own before the other family could leave her. Her acts were never outlandish, usually remaining around petty theft, running away, and constantly skipping out on school or getting into fights when she did go.

Because of this, placing Roxy in good homes became harder and at the age of ten, her cycle of foster care shifted drastically. The nice families that she drove away were replaced with cruel and destructive homes that took her acts of delinquency as reason for abuse. One home after another she faced beatings that often times left the young girl on the verge of death. She almost became a cliche case at the hospital. She became the kid that "fell a lot" and though most knew the truth, few cared enough about the bitter young girl to step up and say anything.

All of this only made Roxy's attitude all that much worse. She took each beating as a lesson to never trust anyone, never care about anything. She'd yet to be offered a hand in a caring manner from anyone and started to associate everything in her life with violence and hatred. Often times she would make the attempt to run away from the foster home she was currently in, only to be brought back by police and either beaten for her misdeed or sent to live in another home in which the cycle started up again.

At the age of thirteen, she was placed in the worst home she'd had yet. Her foster mother was a quiet woman that Roxy had actually began to form a liking to. The first person she'd ever placed trust so willingly in. It was her hopes that such a person would save her from the abuse she'd always faced. Such dreams were short lived when she realized the woman's quiet and kind demeanor was because she truly cared for Roxy, but because she related with the young girl. The woman was also a victim of abuse and more often then not faced the same rage Roxy did from her foster father. Because of this, her foster mother often turned a blind eye to Roxy's injuries or found another room to read in when the man turned his attention on the teenage girl.

Roxy made many attempts to run from this place, figuring she'd either be caught and brought back to be shipped to another home, or she'd make it away. Living on the streets was better in her mind then living in that home. But each time she was caught and brought back, her foster father would put a cigarette out on the young girl's back, telling her that she would either learn her lesson or carry it with her permanently in her flesh. Because of this, Roxy sports cigarette burns that run down the entire length of her spine, starting at the nape of her neck with the freshest one burned into her only three weeks before her appearance in Hathian. There are ten in total, ten failed attempts to escape her hell.

But one night, she finally made it. Running out with only the clothes on her back, Roxy made it a few towns over to the city of Hathian. With no cops on her tail the young girl took to the streets, enjoying her new found freedom. At night she would find some place to rest, usually stole what else she needed, but otherwise she was happy.

One day while roaming she came across a fight in front of bar. What appeared to be a boy of her age in a knife with an older man. Intrigued at the idea of someone her age being allowed such freedom and ability to defend themselves against an adult, Roxy stayed to watch. Things went bad though when the boy took and inadvertent injury from his foster father and she followed them to the hospital. There she introduced herself to him and found his name out to be Zack. He offered to let her hang out in the place his foster father gave him to sleep and quickly became the only person Roxy would place any trust in.

Then a few nights later, when he had to leave her by the beach, Roxy was witness to a female Reject killing a man. She stood and watched while the woman shot him and then cut out his heart and ate it. Not knowing what to do, Roxy stood rooted to the spot while police were called. The idea of police showing up put the young girl into a state of panic. She figured when they found her she would be dragged back to the place she'd been all too happy to escape from in the first place. In her fear she stood frozen in her spot despite police's orders and it was only when one fired a shot near her feet did she make any action. And that was to run like hell. The plan failed though as she one officer jumped off the car to tackle her, injuring the smaller girl and successfully arresting her as a suspect to the murder scene. She was quickly released though when it became apparent that there was no way a fourteen year old had been involved. But the whole thing left her with much more distrust and hatred for the police and the sight of them now send her into even more of panic.

Roxy is perfectly content to live on the streets and remain parentless. To her its the perfect existence. But she's pretty sure others have different ideas about it, and those people will surely learn to dislike the young girl as much as everyone else in her life has...