Your
full name: Princess Roxanne Nora LeMarc
What
everyone calls you: Roxy
Describe
your appearance: My hair is streaked with red – which marks me
as a Helian Protector. I have olive-toned skin and warm brown eyes. And I
always dress amazingly.
Sum
yourself up in one word: Fearless
Favourite
colour: Red
Favourite
thing about yourself: My powers – without them, I wouldn't be me.
Why
should we like you? You shouldn't. Not if you know what’s good for
you.
Best
friend: I’m torn on this one. It’s either my cousin, Avery, or my mentor,
Vincent. I should say Avery, but it’s probably actually Vincent – he’s
like a big brother to me: always there, no matter what I need.
Favourite
childhood memory: The day my powers first manifested. That
morning, I was ‘training’ with Vincent. I use the term lightly since, before my
powers kicked in, there was very little we could do other than fitness. We had
run all the way from my parents’ house to the closest shore line, where Vincent
finally let me stop for a rest. There was a dull burning sensation in my lungs,
but I didn't think about it too much, given the run I had just completed.
Instead, I sat down on a rock with my back to the water, breathing deeply.
I ran my hands through my hair, pleased
that for once it wasn't damp with sweat – thinking back, perhaps that was
another indication of what was about to happen – at the time, I was too
relieved to notice.
Vincent reached into the rucksack I had
thrown down in the red sand at my feet and pulled out two drinks, handing one
to me before downing the other himself. His chest rose and fell evenly; giving
no indication of the run he had just completed; a perk of being a Protector and
immune to the heat.
``It’s perfect out here today,” I said,
leaning back on the rock and tilting my head to the sky, letting the suns’ rays
hit me.
``I didn't notice,” Vincent replied, his
voice ever so slightly teasing. I refused to open my eyes to look at him, but I
knew that he would be grinning. He was quiet for a moment and I soaked in the
heat peacefully, knowing that at any moment Vincent was going to tell me it was
time to start back and silently hating him for it. Avery’s tutor never made her
run so far, but then Avery was terribly out of shape, so I suppose Vincent’s
sadistic streak had some benefits.
``Hey Firefly,” Vincent said after a few
minutes. I felt his shadow pass over my face, blocking out the sun.
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and blinked up at him.
His eyes were glinting with interest.
``Look what I found.” In his hands he held a vibrant purple flower comprised of
three long petals. It was beautiful.
``What is it?” I asked, trying to sound
less interested than I was.
He shrugged. ``I've never seen one
before. It’s beautiful though.” I shrugged back; a non-committal response. ``Here,
take it,” he said, holding it out to me.
I tried not to snatch it out of his
hands, flashing him a grin and a ``thanks, Vince” as I cupped my fingers around
the delicate petals. Instinctively, I brought it up to my nose and sniffed.
My nose tickled and the sneeze took hold
before I could stop it. As my eyes fluttered open again I heard Vincent chuckle.
The beautiful purple flower has turned
to ash between my fingers. ``Was that-” I started, wondrous.
Vincent snorted. ``That is the last time
I ever give you flowers, Roxanne LeMarc. I can’t believe you just burnt it to a
crisp!” When I looked up at his face I could tell that he was trying really
hard not to grin at me. ``Come on Firefly,” he said, tucking a stray strand of
hair behind my ear. ``It’s time we started back.”
As I stood to resume our run, the strand
fell down in front of my face again and I blinked in wonder – when I set off
this morning, it had been a soft brown. Now, it was red; the shade of fire and
blood.
Worst
fear: I’m a Helian Protector. I’m not afraid of anything.
What
would we find in your room: Clothes. Lots and lots of them. Otherwise, I’m
pretty minimalistic. A huge glass wall so that I can see the sun, a fireplace,
a bathroom with a very hot shower, my bed, and vanity table.
What
do you always carry in your bag: The only sort of bag I would ever use
is my survival kit, which contains rations, water packs, emergency medical
supplies and a basic tool kit.
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