[NOBODY] roxan sanger

Appearance

Her hair is cut in a bob that falls little past her chin. Her hair can be considered a dull shade of purple. Her face often switches between a small smile or a blank slate. She rarely reveals anger, annoyance or any other negative emotion.

Roxan stands at 5’6”. Although slim, she has some toned muscle thanks to diligent training and conditioning. More specialized in fast, controlled movements, her body frame appears lighter rather than sturdy.

Personality

What remains of her former personality is her desire to be friends and chat with others. Of course, as a being without a heart, the concept of friendship and the emotional ties that go with it are foreign to her. She goes through the actions: smiling, talking, and trying to focus on things two beings have in common. Despite her willingness to interact, she’s not open about her eagerness to have something to do. Some saying she’s a busybody, Roxan likes to get involved in what happens around her, but she displays such interest with quiet energy.

Beneath the surface, Roxan is someone who values efficiency. She’s selfish and self-preserving, so her actions are always meant to make life easier for her. She lives according to steps, each one letting her get closer to her goal. In her mind, there is the objective, and everything must lead to this objective. She’s not one to cut corners though, willing to be patient to make sure her plans are a success.

As a result of her self-preserving nature, she can come off as a capricious at times. Her interests in people can change drastically if the situation convinces her to adapt. Loyalty means little to her when she finds something that would work better.

History

Originally born to the name Nora Sanger, her life before succumbing to darkness was filled with happiness. An only child in her family, she was rather distant from her parents. They were busy, thinking that through providing what they could for her, that would help fill their physical presence in her life. She staved off the loneliness of having busy parents by creating friends with those she interacted with. Her general attitude was always to focus on the positive, and through effort she could get past any obstacles she ran into. Going to school, she had her friends there. When visiting the grocery store, she became friendly with the owners and employees. Wherever she went, Nora was a person who searched for new people to be with. With friends, she had more strength to get past difficulties in life. And each of these friends were precious to her.

When she was older, she became interested in the use of the keyblade. Or, at least a keyblade was interested in her. Her heart at time seemed strong, and while training, she made friends with two others she was with. They saw each other as rivals as well as friends, and Nora shared many happy memories with them. Unfortunately, the happiness of their youth wouldn’t always last forever. As years went on, Nora found herself falling farther behind her two friends, stuck at a standstill in her progress. It was the first time she ran into a wall that she couldn’t seem to get over. No matter how much effort she put into her actions, it seemed that obstacle just couldn’t be surpassed.

A hard worker, Nora took failure hard. Realization that she couldn’t match her friends made her take her first steps into the darkness. As more time passed, she grew distant, her focus on what she could do in order to improve. She fell back on sparring matches against anyone who would accept, and often attacked so ferociously that they were injured. The number of sparring partners dwindled to nothing, Nora noticed no change in her abilities, and was becoming increasingly desperate. The darkness in her continued to grow, attracting the shadows that lurked. And as a keyblade wielder, she was like a shining light for them.

It didn’t help that she actually ran to them in a last ditch attempt to prove herself. No longer was she interested in the progress of others in comparison to herself. It had gotten to the point of competition between herself and the keyblade she used. Such selfishness was what created the darkness within her heart. Taking on several Heartless shades was already a foolhardy idea in her emotional state at the time. What began as a few became a hoard, and she fell beneath the swarm of yellow eyes and black bodies.

Roxan’s current memories start with her lying on the ground and the knowledge that something was missing from her. At that time, she didn’t know what. The first person she met was a hooded figure. Although suspicious at first, she listened to what the person had to say before making a decision. As she listened to what group this person represented, she found herself pulled toward the goals that the stranger spoke of. With the name Roxan given to her, she became one amongst the ranks of Organization Thirteen. Having lost her old weapon, she had to pick up a new one, this time a rapier with a clear, intricately crafted hand guard.

OOC Name: Noire

ROLE: CANON ORGANIZATION XIII #8