Post by Roxanne Beauchamp on Nov 3, 2009 14:24:09 GMT -5
~:Basic Character Information:~[/b]
Name: Roxanne Beauchamp
Alias: Roxie, Cecilia Jaillet
Age: 24
Birthday October 15
Sex: Female
Orientation:Straight
Personality: Roxanne is a kind and gentle person by nature. She hates violence yet knowing that she lacks the strength on her own to stop it has settled for trying to make the lives of those she meets happier if they come across her. Despite the hardships she has experienced she still has hope and is a generally cheerful person and loves to talk to people and will invite people to come and sit in her shop for a cup of hot chocolate no matter who they are. Always an optimist, she tries to use her power to prevent situations instead of creating them.
Likes
Chocolate
People
Kittens
French literature
Dislikes
Pointless violence
Lemons
Small spaces
Being picked up
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110lbs
Physical Description:
Roxie is about average height and rather slim in build. She had large amber eyes with long dark eyelashes and her dark brown hair falls in waves around her shoulder. Being of pure European descent she has fair pale skin and a clear complexion. Her skin is so light that the white scars that run along her arms and around her wrists from being restrained in both the asylum and government are hardly noticeable. The only really noticeable one is a red scar about two inches on the underside of her wrist.
Personal belongings
Roxie loves to wear jewelry but she has several pieces that she hardly ever takes off because of their importance to her. She wears her mother’s wedding ring on a silver chain that she keeps under her shirt out of sight. On her left wrist she wears a small silver bracelet that has obviously seen some wear and tear with the words “Il qui n'a jamais espere peut ne jamais desesperer”(He who has never hoped can never despair)written along it in a curvy script. On her right wrist she wears an identical bracelet with the words “Le futur appartient a ceux qui donnent a la prochaine generation la raison de l'espoir”(The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope) written in the same script but this bracelet is much cleaner and obviously better taken care of. On her hands she wears several silver rings. There is nothing special about any of them and they wear signs that show they were obviously handmade.
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~:Powers/Tools:~
Powers & Abilities:
Roxie can paint the future or draw it out with pen of some sort. She doesn’t have visions in the normal sense but she feels sensations and feelings as well as hears sounds and sees colors. Nothing makes sense if she tries to explain it. Eventually she learned to make sense through all the chaos but has a hard time explaining it if asked so she started writing it down through her art. Paintings and drawings she found worked the best. Her “visions” mostly come with only one event defined, sometimes several, and it’s hard for her to figure out where it all fits together. She does suffer from chronic nightmares and will often wake up in the middle of the night to paint out what she was dreaming. Aside from that, which she has no control over, she has to have time to sit down and put it on paper for anything she “sees” to make sense.
As well as being able to see the future she can alter it as well. However she can’t directly affect the free will of a person; or at least she won’t. If someone has already made up their mind about an action they are going to make, nothing she does will have an effect on that. That aspect of her power only works if the decision hasn’t been made yet. As far as inanimate objects go she has more control over those. She cannot create something that doesn’t already exist nor can she cause something to cease existing. Changing the appearance and functionality of an object is all she can manage. This means she can alter how it looks, color, shape, design and she can change how well the object works. For example, she can cause machines not to work, or dull weapons like knives.
There has been one time in her life when Roxie was able to almost completely alter the future. She was able to completely dive into her mind entering a coma like state and she stayed that way for a week. During that time she was able to change the future completely to her desires. It isn’t something she can do normally and she doesn’t want to ever do it again because she was walking a fine line of losing herself.
Weakness:
Physical
Roxie isn’t very physically strong and she isn’t a fighter. The more she uses her power the worse her headaches and nightmares get steadily more frequent which causes her to lose sleep.
Mental
Because of her nightmares she is often sleep deprived and her power doesn’t work as well if she can’t concentrate. That being said she needs a peaceful quiet environment where she can think in order to work her best.
Emotional
She is a pacifist by nature and usually won’t use her powers against others unless it’s as a last resort. The more frequent her visions are the more she starts to lose her grip on reality and will often neglect sleeping and eating.
State of Control/Rules: She is very good at interpreting the future and has some slight experience changing it but only does so when she has no other option.
Reason You Choose Your Power: Well first of all I am a painter myself. It’s a hobby that I enjoy and so I wanted to play a character who reflects a bit of that. Also I enjoy playing support characters. I think this ability makes her a powerful character without actually overpowering her as a support character.
Weapons: Paint, brushes, pens, pencils, canvas, paper, anything you can write with or on.
Equipment: Roxanne rarely travels around unless she needs too. There have been times when she has needed to move her shop and when she does she brings the equipment she needs to make her chocolate along with her art supplies.
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~:History:~
Place of Birth: Cannes, France.
Relatives: Mother, deceased. Father alive but out of touch. Brother, Gerard, power of ice.
History:
Early life ~ Ages 0-14
Roxie grew up in Cannes, France, to a loving family of three. Her parents owned and operated a small chocolaterie. She was the pride and joy to her parents. Her older brother, Gerard was only three years older than her and they were very close to each other. He always took it upon himself to take care of her and she admired him more than anyone. They had their petty sibling fights but for the most part, they were very close. Often they would play with the other children in the woods near their house. In the quiet woods there was an old abandoned house. The children didn’t know anything about it, or its’ previous inhabitants and wanting to keep it a secret from the adults they never asked anyone. It was a world away from the world and it was theirs.
Gerard fell ill with the flu in the autumn of Roxanne’s thirteenth birthday. While he was sick in bed a couple of the children thy played with came by to see if they wanted to play out in the woods like they usually did. He begged Roxie not to go out without him since he knew the boys sometimes liked to pick on her since she was one of the only girls that hung out with them. By now Roxie had started to gain a sense of independence. While she loved her brother she was started to notice his constant watch over her. She yelled at her brother that he was overbearing and over protective. It was the biggest fight they had ever gotten in and she left without saying another word to him.
While out in the woods the group of eight children decided to play a game of hide and seek. Roxie thought she knew the perfect hiding spot. There was a small cabinet in the house that she just barely fit in and used to be locked until she had figured out a way to get it open without telling any of the other children. She was right, no one found her. In fact the other children left when it started to get dark, figuring she had run home already. After a while of hearing no more movement she moved out of her hiding spot. She panicked realizing that the others had left without her. The sun was low in the sky and she started running, wanting to get out of the darkening woods as soon as possible. In her hurry, she failed to watch closely to where she was going and tripped, falling into an old stone well on the property.
There wasn’t much water left in the old well and it hadn’t been used for ages but it still came up to about her waist. On her fall she had sustained several cuts and she was slightly disoriented from hitting her head. Terrified, she screamed until she was hoarse and even tried to climb out only to fall back down again, tearing up her nails and soaking herself even more in the rancid waters. Despite her best efforts she was in the middle of the woods and no one could hear her. When she didn’t return home her parents sent a search party out to find her. Gerard, still mad at Roxie for their fight, failed to tell his parents about the old house where they liked to play. He thought that Roxanne was doing this to get back at him for their fight. When she hadn’t returned that night Gerard grew more and more worried that something had happened. He told his parents where the old house was and a small search party was sent out.
By this time Roxie had no voice left from screaming and crying and even though she could hear the search party going on above her she couldn’t make a noise loud enough for them to hear her. It was forty-eight hours before someone walked close to the well and heard the small girl sobbing. They fished her out and immediately took her to a hospital where she was treated for malnourishment, pneumonia and several infections from the rancid waters as well as several cuts along her arms and legs. Ever since then she has had an acute fear of small enclosed spaces.
Insane Asylum ~ Ages 14- 16
After the incident with the well her family started noticing differences with Roxanne’s behavior. She would run around screaming that her arm was in pain, or that she felt hot when everyone else felt chilled. She was seeing flashes of color and suffering from chronic headaches. Her parents took her back to the hospital several times to have tests run but the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with her. They told her parents it must still be trauma from the incident and suggested having the girl see a psychologist to try and work things out. Roxie’s condition was worsening. The flashes of colors were coming more often and now she was complaining about hearing noises. Concerned they had the young girl explain all these things to the psychologist who told the parents that the young girl was suffering from auditory and visual hallucinations as well as unexplainable phantom pains. The psychologist suggested that heavier treatment would be need as well as constant surveillance.
Roxie was admitted to the Bridgewaters Children’s Special Medical Institute or in plain terms an insane asylum, in New York city within the month at the age of fourteen. When she first arrived she spoke little to no English, only French, and she raged at the doctors and nurses constantly, refusing to eat and throwing things at them when they would enter the room. Her actions were partly in anguish of being separated from her brother and family, and partly from the strange sensations she was feeling. Fearing for their safety and hers they sedated her and started monitoring her brain activity. To their surprise they found that instead of her brain showing less activity while she was under, there was actually more. Sections of her brain she didn’t even use while awake were registering on the scanners.
Gradually they started letting up on her medication until she was only given enough to placated but yet allow her to remain awake. She spent most of this time in isolation under constant surveillance. The only human contact she had was every morning when she was brought breakfast by a very chatter nurse. Aside from that she was left with her own mind which wasn’t making all that much sense.
A year had passed and Roxie had started to make sense of the sensations she was feeling and began to piece them together into coherent events. From talking to nurse she learned these events were actually happening outside in the world. She made the connection then that what she was experiencing, was actually a glimpse of the future. She still struggled to understand what was going on in these “visions” and started drawing them out. Her artistic skills were average at best to start but through the years of being trapped with just herself and paints her talents grew. Now that she knew she wasn’t crazy she still had one more problem, escaping the institute. Detection would come first though. The psychologist that was assigned to watch her realized the correlations between what she was drawing and when the event was happening. The government was called and she was dragged off from one hell to the next.
Government pet ~ Ages 16-18
She was sixteen when she was handed over to the American government as a “user”. Because the extent of her power was unknown to both her and the government she was forced to endure several different methods of testing. As far as she knew she was only able to see what was going to happen but some of the scientists postulated that she might be able to alter things as well. She realized this before they did though and frequently began to see when the doctors would be coming to her room and disabled the lock system to her room. While she thought this was rather clever of her, it actually doomed her. Now they knew that she could do more than at first thought. For fear she would figure out a way to escape she was once again sedated. Her mind stayed active though. Her mental state slipped away and she entered clouded mist area of her conscious mind. She was still completely conscious during the time and she could still use her power. Staying in the shadows of her mind she watched the events of the government facility and slowly began to memorize how the security systems worked. After being in a “coma” for six months she had completely orchestrated her escape. The drugs stopped working, the guard shift schedules were completely messed up and magically all security codes had been changed, all on the same day. She was able to escape, even changed her name on the records and her appearance so there would be way for anyone who hadn’t seen her to track her down.
My name is Cecilia ~ Ages 18-20
When she made her escape she was eighteen on the street of DC with no money, no real clothing and no kind of identification. As she wandered through a park her back luck would take a turn for the better. A senile old man was sitting in the park approached her, addressing her by the name of Cecilia and beckoned for her to come home. Roxanne protested at first but the man was persistent. Not knowing what else to do, she followed him. When she got to his house the man told her that she bore a clear resemblance to his granddaughter who had died several years before. Roxanne tried to explain that she wasn’t this girl, and that her name was Roxanne but the man refused to listen and continued to address her as Cecilia. Whether or not the man really knew that Roxanne wasn’t his beloved Cecilia Roxanne could never really figure out. She couldn’t see how he didn’t realize. While she could now speak English fluently she still spoke with a heavy French accent. Regardless, the man took her in, always calling her Cecilia and even went as far to settle her papers with her name as Cecilia Jaillet.
He lived in a rich suburb of DC and she enjoyed his company very much. The young adult was bitter with life after the treatment she had received but this man helped heal her soul. She spent long afternoons reading in his study. Her favorite was the French novel, Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo. When he asked what she wanted for her twentieth birthday she considered asking him to take her to France. However she already felt bad for impersonating his granddaughter and just asked for something simple. A silver bracelet with a French inscription; “Il qui n'a jamais espere peut ne jamais desesperer”(He who has never hoped can never despair).
Good things don’t last though and when she was just about to turn twenty the only man died. In his will, he left everything he owned to his granddaughter, Cecilia Jaillet. The few remaining members of his family arrived to contest the claim. Saying that the old man had never had a granddaughter, and that they knew nothing of a girl named Cecilia, much to Roxanne’s surprise. Despite this Roxanne was still considered the heiress since all of her papers that the man had settled for her said she was Cecilia Jaillet, Granddaughter of Francis Jaillet.
When she went to pick up some personal belongings from the bank deposit boxes he kept she found among his belongings a small wrapped gift addressed to her. When she opened it she found two silver bracelets. One was the one she had asked for with the inscription she had requested. The other was identical to the first but bore a different inscription; “Le futur appartient a ceux qui donnent a la prochaine generation la raison de l'espoir”(The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope). While still in the bank she broke down in tears. It was the last gift he had given her to heal her wounded heart. In anger at how bitter she had become she thought about throwing the original bracelet away. Instead she decided to keep it as a reminder of how she used to be. She wears it on her less dominate hand and wears his true gift on the other.
On her own ~ Ages 20-current
At the age of twenty Roxanne was now completely on her own, but much better off than she had ever been before. She sold the man’s house feeling odd about living in the large house on her own. She also realized that she couldn’t possibly afford its upkeep. The man had been rich and had left her more money than she knew what to do with, but Roxanne still needed to figure out a way to make her own money because it wouldn’t last forever, and she knew the old man would have wanted her to make her own way. Leaving most of the money in the bank she bought a ticket to Cannes, France.
She hoped to find her family still intact and maybe even willing to take her back. To her disappointment she found a small run down household. The Chocolaterie was closed and when she finally got the door open she was attacked by a man. She did her best to fend him off until he suddenly stopped and gave her a second look. Much to her surprise, the man was her father. He calmed down slightly and she broke down in tears asking him where her mother was, and where Gerard was. Her father explained to her that not too long after she was taken away Gerard also began to show strange behavior symptoms. He became cold and distant refusing to leave the house or talk to anyone. The family thought he was just suffering from the loss of his sister but after a while instead of getting better he was getting worse. Eventually he stopped talking all together, becoming a mute. His power first emerged when his mother dropped a pot of water she had been carrying and he froze the water before it could touch the ground. Fearing that their oldest child would be taken away from them as well they tried to convince him to keep his ability a secret. It was no use and when he left the house vowing to find his sister and punish those who had taken her away, he broke his mother heart. She died not to long after when she stopped having the will to live.
After telling her the story the man’s rage surged up again, telling her that the entire thing was her fault. Armed with a broken chair he rushed Roxie intent that if he killed her then he would be making everything right again. Scared of his wrath she run further into the house and locked herself in what was once her mother and father’s room. It was on the second story and she frantically looked around for something to help her out the window. In her searching she found the family recipes for the chocolate along with her mother’s wedding ring. Taking both items she climbed out of the window and ran off into the night.
After that incident she left France realizing that her brother was probably no longer in that country. She tried desperately to find him in the future but despite all the work she had put into it was still too hard to see what she wanted. She could tell he was still alive, and that he was still looking for her, but she was unable to glean any information on his whereabouts.
With the rest of the money her benefactor had given her she purchased all the equipment she needed to make her own chocolate and she purchased a small two story shop in New York and made the bottom section into a chocolaterie and the top part into an apartment. At first she had a young woman work with her and even let her room with her in the apartment when she had nowhere else to go. That arrangement didn’t work out since Roxie was constantly waking from nightmares to go and paint. Roxanne tried to keep her paintings secret from the women telling her that they were personal, but eventually the woman got extremely curious and looked at the small pile of canvases. At first she didn’t pay too much attention to them. When the events pictured started appearing in the news the woman accused Roxanne of planning them and even of causing them. Roxanne was forced to move and alter the future so that it was unclear of where she had left.
She moved to several other cities, traveling with her equipment and only dipping into her funds when she needed too. She could never get settled no matter where she went though, something always happened, or she could see something happening so she stayed on the move. Eventually she settled down in Atlanta. Deciding not to accept anymore help from outsiders, for their own benefit as well as her own, she opened her chocolaterie and lived in the shop in a small living space upstairs that had originally been an attic. Over time she developed a knack for being able to “see” what people would pick when they walked into her store. To help her she kept a small notepad behind her counter to draw out the sensations she felt from the person. She then would tell the people that she could guess their favorite kind.
She remains there to this day until something forces her to move again.
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Name: Roxanne Beauchamp
Alias: Roxie, Cecilia Jaillet
Age: 24
Birthday October 15
Sex: Female
Orientation:Straight
Personality: Roxanne is a kind and gentle person by nature. She hates violence yet knowing that she lacks the strength on her own to stop it has settled for trying to make the lives of those she meets happier if they come across her. Despite the hardships she has experienced she still has hope and is a generally cheerful person and loves to talk to people and will invite people to come and sit in her shop for a cup of hot chocolate no matter who they are. Always an optimist, she tries to use her power to prevent situations instead of creating them.
Likes
Chocolate
People
Kittens
French literature
Dislikes
Pointless violence
Lemons
Small spaces
Being picked up
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110lbs
Physical Description:
Roxie is about average height and rather slim in build. She had large amber eyes with long dark eyelashes and her dark brown hair falls in waves around her shoulder. Being of pure European descent she has fair pale skin and a clear complexion. Her skin is so light that the white scars that run along her arms and around her wrists from being restrained in both the asylum and government are hardly noticeable. The only really noticeable one is a red scar about two inches on the underside of her wrist.
Personal belongings
Roxie loves to wear jewelry but she has several pieces that she hardly ever takes off because of their importance to her. She wears her mother’s wedding ring on a silver chain that she keeps under her shirt out of sight. On her left wrist she wears a small silver bracelet that has obviously seen some wear and tear with the words “Il qui n'a jamais espere peut ne jamais desesperer”(He who has never hoped can never despair)written along it in a curvy script. On her right wrist she wears an identical bracelet with the words “Le futur appartient a ceux qui donnent a la prochaine generation la raison de l'espoir”(The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope) written in the same script but this bracelet is much cleaner and obviously better taken care of. On her hands she wears several silver rings. There is nothing special about any of them and they wear signs that show they were obviously handmade.
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~:Powers/Tools:~
Powers & Abilities:
Roxie can paint the future or draw it out with pen of some sort. She doesn’t have visions in the normal sense but she feels sensations and feelings as well as hears sounds and sees colors. Nothing makes sense if she tries to explain it. Eventually she learned to make sense through all the chaos but has a hard time explaining it if asked so she started writing it down through her art. Paintings and drawings she found worked the best. Her “visions” mostly come with only one event defined, sometimes several, and it’s hard for her to figure out where it all fits together. She does suffer from chronic nightmares and will often wake up in the middle of the night to paint out what she was dreaming. Aside from that, which she has no control over, she has to have time to sit down and put it on paper for anything she “sees” to make sense.
As well as being able to see the future she can alter it as well. However she can’t directly affect the free will of a person; or at least she won’t. If someone has already made up their mind about an action they are going to make, nothing she does will have an effect on that. That aspect of her power only works if the decision hasn’t been made yet. As far as inanimate objects go she has more control over those. She cannot create something that doesn’t already exist nor can she cause something to cease existing. Changing the appearance and functionality of an object is all she can manage. This means she can alter how it looks, color, shape, design and she can change how well the object works. For example, she can cause machines not to work, or dull weapons like knives.
There has been one time in her life when Roxie was able to almost completely alter the future. She was able to completely dive into her mind entering a coma like state and she stayed that way for a week. During that time she was able to change the future completely to her desires. It isn’t something she can do normally and she doesn’t want to ever do it again because she was walking a fine line of losing herself.
Weakness:
Physical
Roxie isn’t very physically strong and she isn’t a fighter. The more she uses her power the worse her headaches and nightmares get steadily more frequent which causes her to lose sleep.
Mental
Because of her nightmares she is often sleep deprived and her power doesn’t work as well if she can’t concentrate. That being said she needs a peaceful quiet environment where she can think in order to work her best.
Emotional
She is a pacifist by nature and usually won’t use her powers against others unless it’s as a last resort. The more frequent her visions are the more she starts to lose her grip on reality and will often neglect sleeping and eating.
State of Control/Rules: She is very good at interpreting the future and has some slight experience changing it but only does so when she has no other option.
Reason You Choose Your Power: Well first of all I am a painter myself. It’s a hobby that I enjoy and so I wanted to play a character who reflects a bit of that. Also I enjoy playing support characters. I think this ability makes her a powerful character without actually overpowering her as a support character.
Weapons: Paint, brushes, pens, pencils, canvas, paper, anything you can write with or on.
Equipment: Roxanne rarely travels around unless she needs too. There have been times when she has needed to move her shop and when she does she brings the equipment she needs to make her chocolate along with her art supplies.
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~:History:~
Place of Birth: Cannes, France.
Relatives: Mother, deceased. Father alive but out of touch. Brother, Gerard, power of ice.
History:
Early life ~ Ages 0-14
Roxie grew up in Cannes, France, to a loving family of three. Her parents owned and operated a small chocolaterie. She was the pride and joy to her parents. Her older brother, Gerard was only three years older than her and they were very close to each other. He always took it upon himself to take care of her and she admired him more than anyone. They had their petty sibling fights but for the most part, they were very close. Often they would play with the other children in the woods near their house. In the quiet woods there was an old abandoned house. The children didn’t know anything about it, or its’ previous inhabitants and wanting to keep it a secret from the adults they never asked anyone. It was a world away from the world and it was theirs.
Gerard fell ill with the flu in the autumn of Roxanne’s thirteenth birthday. While he was sick in bed a couple of the children thy played with came by to see if they wanted to play out in the woods like they usually did. He begged Roxie not to go out without him since he knew the boys sometimes liked to pick on her since she was one of the only girls that hung out with them. By now Roxie had started to gain a sense of independence. While she loved her brother she was started to notice his constant watch over her. She yelled at her brother that he was overbearing and over protective. It was the biggest fight they had ever gotten in and she left without saying another word to him.
While out in the woods the group of eight children decided to play a game of hide and seek. Roxie thought she knew the perfect hiding spot. There was a small cabinet in the house that she just barely fit in and used to be locked until she had figured out a way to get it open without telling any of the other children. She was right, no one found her. In fact the other children left when it started to get dark, figuring she had run home already. After a while of hearing no more movement she moved out of her hiding spot. She panicked realizing that the others had left without her. The sun was low in the sky and she started running, wanting to get out of the darkening woods as soon as possible. In her hurry, she failed to watch closely to where she was going and tripped, falling into an old stone well on the property.
There wasn’t much water left in the old well and it hadn’t been used for ages but it still came up to about her waist. On her fall she had sustained several cuts and she was slightly disoriented from hitting her head. Terrified, she screamed until she was hoarse and even tried to climb out only to fall back down again, tearing up her nails and soaking herself even more in the rancid waters. Despite her best efforts she was in the middle of the woods and no one could hear her. When she didn’t return home her parents sent a search party out to find her. Gerard, still mad at Roxie for their fight, failed to tell his parents about the old house where they liked to play. He thought that Roxanne was doing this to get back at him for their fight. When she hadn’t returned that night Gerard grew more and more worried that something had happened. He told his parents where the old house was and a small search party was sent out.
By this time Roxie had no voice left from screaming and crying and even though she could hear the search party going on above her she couldn’t make a noise loud enough for them to hear her. It was forty-eight hours before someone walked close to the well and heard the small girl sobbing. They fished her out and immediately took her to a hospital where she was treated for malnourishment, pneumonia and several infections from the rancid waters as well as several cuts along her arms and legs. Ever since then she has had an acute fear of small enclosed spaces.
Insane Asylum ~ Ages 14- 16
After the incident with the well her family started noticing differences with Roxanne’s behavior. She would run around screaming that her arm was in pain, or that she felt hot when everyone else felt chilled. She was seeing flashes of color and suffering from chronic headaches. Her parents took her back to the hospital several times to have tests run but the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with her. They told her parents it must still be trauma from the incident and suggested having the girl see a psychologist to try and work things out. Roxie’s condition was worsening. The flashes of colors were coming more often and now she was complaining about hearing noises. Concerned they had the young girl explain all these things to the psychologist who told the parents that the young girl was suffering from auditory and visual hallucinations as well as unexplainable phantom pains. The psychologist suggested that heavier treatment would be need as well as constant surveillance.
Roxie was admitted to the Bridgewaters Children’s Special Medical Institute or in plain terms an insane asylum, in New York city within the month at the age of fourteen. When she first arrived she spoke little to no English, only French, and she raged at the doctors and nurses constantly, refusing to eat and throwing things at them when they would enter the room. Her actions were partly in anguish of being separated from her brother and family, and partly from the strange sensations she was feeling. Fearing for their safety and hers they sedated her and started monitoring her brain activity. To their surprise they found that instead of her brain showing less activity while she was under, there was actually more. Sections of her brain she didn’t even use while awake were registering on the scanners.
Gradually they started letting up on her medication until she was only given enough to placated but yet allow her to remain awake. She spent most of this time in isolation under constant surveillance. The only human contact she had was every morning when she was brought breakfast by a very chatter nurse. Aside from that she was left with her own mind which wasn’t making all that much sense.
A year had passed and Roxie had started to make sense of the sensations she was feeling and began to piece them together into coherent events. From talking to nurse she learned these events were actually happening outside in the world. She made the connection then that what she was experiencing, was actually a glimpse of the future. She still struggled to understand what was going on in these “visions” and started drawing them out. Her artistic skills were average at best to start but through the years of being trapped with just herself and paints her talents grew. Now that she knew she wasn’t crazy she still had one more problem, escaping the institute. Detection would come first though. The psychologist that was assigned to watch her realized the correlations between what she was drawing and when the event was happening. The government was called and she was dragged off from one hell to the next.
Government pet ~ Ages 16-18
She was sixteen when she was handed over to the American government as a “user”. Because the extent of her power was unknown to both her and the government she was forced to endure several different methods of testing. As far as she knew she was only able to see what was going to happen but some of the scientists postulated that she might be able to alter things as well. She realized this before they did though and frequently began to see when the doctors would be coming to her room and disabled the lock system to her room. While she thought this was rather clever of her, it actually doomed her. Now they knew that she could do more than at first thought. For fear she would figure out a way to escape she was once again sedated. Her mind stayed active though. Her mental state slipped away and she entered clouded mist area of her conscious mind. She was still completely conscious during the time and she could still use her power. Staying in the shadows of her mind she watched the events of the government facility and slowly began to memorize how the security systems worked. After being in a “coma” for six months she had completely orchestrated her escape. The drugs stopped working, the guard shift schedules were completely messed up and magically all security codes had been changed, all on the same day. She was able to escape, even changed her name on the records and her appearance so there would be way for anyone who hadn’t seen her to track her down.
My name is Cecilia ~ Ages 18-20
When she made her escape she was eighteen on the street of DC with no money, no real clothing and no kind of identification. As she wandered through a park her back luck would take a turn for the better. A senile old man was sitting in the park approached her, addressing her by the name of Cecilia and beckoned for her to come home. Roxanne protested at first but the man was persistent. Not knowing what else to do, she followed him. When she got to his house the man told her that she bore a clear resemblance to his granddaughter who had died several years before. Roxanne tried to explain that she wasn’t this girl, and that her name was Roxanne but the man refused to listen and continued to address her as Cecilia. Whether or not the man really knew that Roxanne wasn’t his beloved Cecilia Roxanne could never really figure out. She couldn’t see how he didn’t realize. While she could now speak English fluently she still spoke with a heavy French accent. Regardless, the man took her in, always calling her Cecilia and even went as far to settle her papers with her name as Cecilia Jaillet.
He lived in a rich suburb of DC and she enjoyed his company very much. The young adult was bitter with life after the treatment she had received but this man helped heal her soul. She spent long afternoons reading in his study. Her favorite was the French novel, Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo. When he asked what she wanted for her twentieth birthday she considered asking him to take her to France. However she already felt bad for impersonating his granddaughter and just asked for something simple. A silver bracelet with a French inscription; “Il qui n'a jamais espere peut ne jamais desesperer”(He who has never hoped can never despair).
Good things don’t last though and when she was just about to turn twenty the only man died. In his will, he left everything he owned to his granddaughter, Cecilia Jaillet. The few remaining members of his family arrived to contest the claim. Saying that the old man had never had a granddaughter, and that they knew nothing of a girl named Cecilia, much to Roxanne’s surprise. Despite this Roxanne was still considered the heiress since all of her papers that the man had settled for her said she was Cecilia Jaillet, Granddaughter of Francis Jaillet.
When she went to pick up some personal belongings from the bank deposit boxes he kept she found among his belongings a small wrapped gift addressed to her. When she opened it she found two silver bracelets. One was the one she had asked for with the inscription she had requested. The other was identical to the first but bore a different inscription; “Le futur appartient a ceux qui donnent a la prochaine generation la raison de l'espoir”(The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope). While still in the bank she broke down in tears. It was the last gift he had given her to heal her wounded heart. In anger at how bitter she had become she thought about throwing the original bracelet away. Instead she decided to keep it as a reminder of how she used to be. She wears it on her less dominate hand and wears his true gift on the other.
On her own ~ Ages 20-current
At the age of twenty Roxanne was now completely on her own, but much better off than she had ever been before. She sold the man’s house feeling odd about living in the large house on her own. She also realized that she couldn’t possibly afford its upkeep. The man had been rich and had left her more money than she knew what to do with, but Roxanne still needed to figure out a way to make her own money because it wouldn’t last forever, and she knew the old man would have wanted her to make her own way. Leaving most of the money in the bank she bought a ticket to Cannes, France.
She hoped to find her family still intact and maybe even willing to take her back. To her disappointment she found a small run down household. The Chocolaterie was closed and when she finally got the door open she was attacked by a man. She did her best to fend him off until he suddenly stopped and gave her a second look. Much to her surprise, the man was her father. He calmed down slightly and she broke down in tears asking him where her mother was, and where Gerard was. Her father explained to her that not too long after she was taken away Gerard also began to show strange behavior symptoms. He became cold and distant refusing to leave the house or talk to anyone. The family thought he was just suffering from the loss of his sister but after a while instead of getting better he was getting worse. Eventually he stopped talking all together, becoming a mute. His power first emerged when his mother dropped a pot of water she had been carrying and he froze the water before it could touch the ground. Fearing that their oldest child would be taken away from them as well they tried to convince him to keep his ability a secret. It was no use and when he left the house vowing to find his sister and punish those who had taken her away, he broke his mother heart. She died not to long after when she stopped having the will to live.
After telling her the story the man’s rage surged up again, telling her that the entire thing was her fault. Armed with a broken chair he rushed Roxie intent that if he killed her then he would be making everything right again. Scared of his wrath she run further into the house and locked herself in what was once her mother and father’s room. It was on the second story and she frantically looked around for something to help her out the window. In her searching she found the family recipes for the chocolate along with her mother’s wedding ring. Taking both items she climbed out of the window and ran off into the night.
After that incident she left France realizing that her brother was probably no longer in that country. She tried desperately to find him in the future but despite all the work she had put into it was still too hard to see what she wanted. She could tell he was still alive, and that he was still looking for her, but she was unable to glean any information on his whereabouts.
With the rest of the money her benefactor had given her she purchased all the equipment she needed to make her own chocolate and she purchased a small two story shop in New York and made the bottom section into a chocolaterie and the top part into an apartment. At first she had a young woman work with her and even let her room with her in the apartment when she had nowhere else to go. That arrangement didn’t work out since Roxie was constantly waking from nightmares to go and paint. Roxanne tried to keep her paintings secret from the women telling her that they were personal, but eventually the woman got extremely curious and looked at the small pile of canvases. At first she didn’t pay too much attention to them. When the events pictured started appearing in the news the woman accused Roxanne of planning them and even of causing them. Roxanne was forced to move and alter the future so that it was unclear of where she had left.
She moved to several other cities, traveling with her equipment and only dipping into her funds when she needed too. She could never get settled no matter where she went though, something always happened, or she could see something happening so she stayed on the move. Eventually she settled down in Atlanta. Deciding not to accept anymore help from outsiders, for their own benefit as well as her own, she opened her chocolaterie and lived in the shop in a small living space upstairs that had originally been an attic. Over time she developed a knack for being able to “see” what people would pick when they walked into her store. To help her she kept a small notepad behind her counter to draw out the sensations she felt from the person. She then would tell the people that she could guess their favorite kind.
She remains there to this day until something forces her to move again.
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