``Roxane

[``roxane]

Your Name:: That Girl
Your Age:: Old enough
Canon or Original:: Canon
How did you find us:: I made you!

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Name:: Roxane
Alias:: N/A
Approximate Age:: 40-45
Job/Position:: Healer. Formerly a Minstrel woman.
Location:: Roxane's Farm.

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Appearance:: Roxane is an undeniably beautiful woman. She has dark raven colored, wavy hair, still beautiful despite a few gray strands. Her body is long ans slim, despite having had three children, and her smooth white skin unblemished. Her lips are full, and red, her eyes large and bright, set below a forehead that is just wide enough.
At one point Roxane wore brightly colored skirts, with her hair loose, like the other women of the strolling players, but now she is more reserved. Her dresses are dull, usually brown like the earth she tends to, and her hair usually kept tied back, out of her face. Even in her reserved dress though, she is just as beautiful as she ever was.

Distinguishing Features:: Her beauty.

Personality::
Roxane is the type to hold a grudge. When she cares for someone she always will, and when she doesn't, it takes a lot of convincing to change her mind about them. Regardless of how she feels about someone though, she doesn't have the heart to turn them away when they are in need.
Unlike other women, Roxane is not concerned with wealth, big houses, and expensive items. She would rather follow her heart than be that shallow.

Strengths::
~>Dancing
~>Singing
~>Compassion
~>Healing

Weaknesses::
~>Letting go of a grudge
~>Jealousy

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Companions::
Dustfinger~>Husband
Jehan~>Son
Brianna~>Daughter
Rosanna~>Daughter[deceased]

Non-Family;;
Bluejay
Meggie
Resa

History::

There was a time when Roxane was a successful minstrel woman, if you consider traveling the known world, being requested to dance in castles, mansions, even in front of the Adderhead, as being success. Men would offer her apartments, marriage, a steady home-life, and as much as she would have liked to settle down in one place and stay there, she continued to travel with the Motley folk, for there was only one man she loved, and as long as he was around, he was all she would settle for. Dustfinger. Many of the men who sought after her simply left it be, some didn't, and one in particular became violent.He would offer her treasures, and threaten her in turn, but still she would reject him, until he was driven to the point of attacking the man she preferred to him, disfiguring his face.

They would travel together, and for a long while, the closest she got to settling down was a tent in a strolling player camp. When she had her first child by Dustfinger though, she would stay behind while he would travel, growing used to his absences, much to her dismay. As used to him being gone as she got though, she would get the same feeling of exhilaration every time he came back. Until a point came, after their second child, when he did not come back. Roxane waited for him, like she always had, but week after week, month after month, into years, he did not return to her.

Two years after the disappearance of her husband, there was a fever, which her younger daughter, Rosanna, contracted. Roxane tried all she could, went to everyone she could think of, even the fairies, but nothing could save her little girl. As she held Rosanna in her arms, Roxane swore that never again would she be helpless to help someone she loved. She learned how to use herbs for healing from Nettle, and became quite good at it.

Not long after that, Roxane married a farmer, and finally gained the steady, settled down, life that she had wanted, though it was not with the man she had once dreamed it would be. She had a son by him, who she named Jehan, after her husband. The farm in which they lived, was set fire by a gang of arsonists, and in trying to save the livestock, Roxane's husband lost his life. She did not remarry after that, but she stayed in the farm that was left for her, growing herbs, some to keep for her own purposes, and some to sell for profit. For years it was just her and Jehan on the farm, after Brianna went to work for Violante, the Adderheads daughter, and widow of Cosimo.

The was one morning though, when everything changed. The man she had waited for finally returned to her, as if from the dead, early in the morning, with the sun barely risen into the sky. She could hardly believe her eyes, and could barely control herself, but she managed. As curious as he was about her life since he had disappeared, she only wanted to know one thing: Where had he been? It was a question he seemed not to have an answer to. He would not tell her where he had been that he could not return to her. This was easily overlooked as time went on. within day's it seemed not to matter where he had disappeared to, only that he was back now. She had the security of a home, and the love of her life. Both. At the same time.

But it seemed that fate would throw her a rope just to take it away. Within months, the man she loved was dead before her eyes, sacrificing himself to save the life of his apprentice, Farid (who Roxane had suspected was his son by other woman at first). She took the body to a place where only she could find it. She kept it in pristine condition, using herbs and potions to keep him from decaying. She would not let anyone know where she kept him, not even his apprentice, who she blamed for her husbands death, telling him that he should have stayed dead himself.

Again, he would return.

The bluejay, through a deal with death, it was assumed, had brought her husband back to her. This time, no matter where he went, for how long, she knew in her heart that she would see him again.

RP example::

The raven haired beauty looked out logingly over the farmland she was attending. Dustfinger had left on one of his trips again, and although she now felt no doubt as to whether or not he would come back to her, she still wished him to show his face over the hill again.

Jehan tended to the herbs not to far away. He plucked anything unwanted out of the dirt-bed, and make extra sure that the small plants underneath got enough water. He was too used to these chores for a boy so young. Why must the children work just as hard as their parents these days...