Post by Roxy Shelton. on Jul 28, 2007 21:41:46 GMT -5
Status.
Name: Roxanne Shelton.
Nickname: Roxy.
D.O.B/Age: April 14, 1991/ 16 years old.
Grade: Year 11. (Junior)
Appearance.
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Blonde, mid-arm length.
Body: Toned; athletic.
Height: 5'7.
Weight: 128lbs.
Family.
Mother: Beth Shelton.
37 years old. OB nurse.
Father: George Shelton.
41 years old. Fire-fighter.
Siblings: N/A.
Family Relations.
Roxy was very close with her family; always had been. Unlike most teenagers who had stereotypically rebeled from their parents, she stuck close by them. Her mother was without a doubt the best friend she could ever ask for, and her father was the best support system a girl could have.
History/Background.
Roxanne (Roxy) Shelton grew up in the suburban city of New York, NY. Inspired as a child by the arts of the metropolitan, Roxy knew that when she was grown that she would be an artist. It was no time before signs of her love for the arts started to shine through. At the age of 4, she had begged her mother to be in dance; ballet more specifically. She had always been so fascinated by their grace and beauty. Tickled pink about her daughter's seemingly new found passion, Beth signed her up the very next day.
Eight years and many dancing awards later, Roxy had become an accomplished dancer. She had been around the world for her dancing; Japan, France, Russia, and even some well-known areas of Africa. Her mother and father were so proud of their little girl. When she finally turned 13, Roxy longed for more. Not tired of dancing, since it was her life afterall, but just wanted more. She set out to local museums, parks, and art shows. Her newly found inpiration took her into a whole nother side of art; painting.
On her sixteenth birthday, she recieved a life-changing call. It was just about evening-time, 5:30 to be more specific. Roxy heard the phone's distinct chime from her bedroom. Casually, she walked into her kitchen, not knowing the most important event of her life was just about to occur. She picked up the wireless phone, not bothering to even look at the caller i.d. It was Hendrik Smit; world known modern artist extrordinaire. Not believing her own ears, she continued to listen to him talk, not saying a word. She said goodbye and hung up the phone; and then it hit her.
At the end of her sophmore summer, Roxy began to pack her things. August 28th was the day of her departure; heading away from her hometown to persue a opportunity to be an apprentace to the master Hendrik Smit for her art; deciding to take a little break from her dancing. She arrived in Miami Airport 3 hours later, meeting with an official from Bay Pointe Academy.
Likes.
+ Performing arts.
+ Making friends.
+ Energy drinks.
+ Running.
+ Sketching freehand.
Dislikes.
- Liars.
- Open water.
- Drugs/Smoking.
- Coffee.
- Attension seekers.
Random facts.
1. Not a virgin.
2. Occasionally drinks.
3. When nervous, she bites her lip.
4. She loves to cuddle.
5. Hasn't really ever had a serious relationship.
