- The person pulling my strings is fallen+angel+beckons
- * * * [ About Me // ]
- My name is Roxa.
You may call me Rox.
I am of the female sex.
I'm 165 years old.
I was born on August 13th.
I am Heterosexual (Omg I said sexual! hehe.).
I am here to acquire a death note I once lost.
I like to observe humans humiliate people and roll around in grass.
I love Drama queens, nature, sunny days, violence, over excitement, tea, foolish people, silly humans and worlds funniest home videos.
But I don't like Gambling, standing still, being bored, silence, stupidity, slow days, perfection and animal killers.
I work as a Death god
I am who I am because .
- * * * [ Appearance // ]
My skin is Milky pale
I am 6'0 tall.
I weigh 190.
My eyes are a brilliant emerald colour.
My hair is an awesome moonlight silver colour.
I usually wear gowns and robes.
I have a clean body.
I kind of look like this.
- * * * [ They See Me As // ]
- I act silly and hyper to entertain myself and keep my lonely soul occupied, death isn't worth dying if I can't be random and rambunctious. It never gets old to bug humans and watch them, I usually taunt and tease for fun. Act cutesy just to peeve people off, while being rather sadistic at the minor pains and pranks that often happen to the little humans.
People like me because I'm interesting, always on the move and I keeps things fresh.
But I'm not always that great, you see I am way too hyped up, I'm loud and obnoxious I get excited easily and I can't keep myself still.
Before this part of my life I lived in a wasteland of waiting and rotting, all time seemed to halt. tattered shigami was all that surrounded me and the rubble. I personally liked to rubble better. Gambling got boring rather quick, there cocky remarks and request for me to play once again annoyed me so much. As I annoyed the others by never standing still when it was what they did best, seeming to be all they did. I started to form a strong love hate relationship with the others, I hadn't remembered past the endless hours of nothing and silence. I just existed. At one moment I had put down my guard, not noticing that another shingami had snatched my death note. Tossing to the earth world without ease or guilt, the black hole that swirled into a whole knew world. A world full of color and interesting things.I could have thanked her, but I didn't. Upon finding out my own friend did such a thing, I decided to not speak to her. Leaving them immediately to find my death note, in silence it was as if I disappeared. To arrive at earth was like heaven blasting sweetly into my face, light and bright living things all around me. Almost everything begging me to sidetrack and check it out, so curious I was to find out everything about this world. But I had to get on the task at hand, to find my death note wherever it might be. I could sense a person had picked it up, now to visit such a creature was indeed a pleasure to me. Reassuring myself only to take a moment longer to explore more of the world, then to meet the human. Whom she couldn't wait to ask so many questions to.
This voice in my head says I want pancakes.
The themes of my life are Goodnight and go - Imach .
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