A Hellcat on the boardwalk

Name: Roxanne Carter

Nicknames: Roxy, Firebrand, Hellcat

Age: 19

Height: 5ft 6 inches

Hair: Long straight red hair that falls to her waist when held back in a ponytail otherwise falls to her knees when loose.

Eyes: Heterochromia – right eye is green and left is gray

Skin Tone: Light tan skin

Likes: nighttime, fire, cats, forests, running, climbing, racing, fighting, knives, blacksmithing

Dislikes: assholes, dogs, large bodies of water, rapists, Surf Nazis gang

Clothing Style: Black or dark gray colored tight shirts that shows off her body over black leather pants with heeled biker boots on her feet. She has a black leather jacket but mostly runs around with it hanging draped over her shoulders like a cape.

Tattoos: Has a tattoo of a black cat with fiery paws on her back

Piercings: Both cartilages are double pierced along with double ear piercings in her lobes

Personality: Roxy has a feisty personality with a quick fire tempter that leads her into fights.

Family: She has no family for she was left alone at the tender age of six when her parents died in a car crash. From then on, she moved from foster home to foster home before running away at age 14. She longs to find a place where she belongs.

Ride: Dark Blue Honda XR 100 with a black cat down each side

Intro

The roar of a motorcycle cut through the music and sounds of the boardwalk, as a dark blue Honda motorcycle road up on deck before parking near the railing. A lithe female form of five foot six swung off the bike as long red hair tumbled down from inside a black helmet. Piercing heterochromia eyes of green and gray looked over the boardwalk as the female pulled out a long Japanese tobacco pipe. Stuffing a herbal mix into the small bowl, she lite it before taking a deep inhale and began to head into the crowds to look around.

She had arrived in Santa Carla yesterday, moving into a small cottage out in the hills that she had bought using her inheritance. Her name was Roxanne Carter and she was 19 years old looking for a place to belong. She decided to settle down in Santa Carla and maybe open a shop selling item that she made through blacksmithing. Tomorrow would be spent setting up her forge but today was exploring the town and boardwalk. Roxy wanted to get forging as soon as she can and get making some new knives and stuff.

Music drifted through the air from a boom box on the beach below drawing her attention to the sea with the setting sun in the distance. Sneering in disgust at the ocean, Roxanne turned away to lean back against the railing smoking her herbal pipe. The mix of herbs helped her keep her temper cool and calm but it could still flare up if she was pissed off enough. Her leather jacket had been taken off and rested sitting draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her tight fitting black shirt with a red flame pattern near the hem was exposed.

Cracking and rolling her neck, Roxy finished her pipe before dumping the ashes and stowing the pipe away. Spotting a ticket booth, she pushed off the railing before walking over to buy some tickets. May as well enjoy some of the rides and maybe a game or two, between checking out the shops along the boardwalk. Maybe she could find a store to sell her crafts for her or find a spot to set up her own booth at.

Two hours later, saw Roxy sitting on a black stallion on the carousal minding her own business when a running couple nearly knocked her off her horse. She glared at the back of their heads as they sat down in a sleigh with their few friends hopping on the horses behind them. The sound of spurs drew her attention over the music of the carousal leading to her spotting a male with a platinum blonde mullet dressed in a leather trench coat walking among the riders. Behind him was a long haired brunet of Native American descent wearing no shirt under a nice leather jacket. Coming behind the brunet was a tall blonde who looked like he walked off a stage right from a rock concert. And the last male of the group drew her eyes with his bright patch worked jacket and his long curly blonde hair. His face kept her staring as he looked like an angel came down to earth but his eyes and smile told another story of how he was like an imp instead.

Platinum blonde stopped next to the couple, who had nearly knocked her off her horse, to make a pass at the chick. Her skunk haired man wasn't too happy and started a fight which both groups' friends jumped into. Licking her lips, Roxanne had to resist jumping into the fight too because she just loved to fight. A beefy security guard used his baton to hold platinum blonde thus breaking up the fight making Roxy sighed darkly. It had looked like it was going to be a good fight too. She decided to get back at the couple by pointing out that skunk head had started it first.

"Hey Guard. Skunk head started the fight first. So let Platinum go or are you just into younger men." She called out. The beefy guard glared at her last comment as he released the platinum blonde before kicking the two groups off the boardwalk. Chucking darkly at his weak glare, Roxanne jumped off her horse and onto the ground outside the carousal before waving cheeky at the guard. Turning away, she moved to head back to her bike ignoring the eyes following her form. The wind blew her scent of metal, ash, herbs and feline in the direction of the guys that she had helped out.

Lost Boys POV

They watched the female who had spoken up for them walk away when the wind blew her interesting scent their way. Herbs mixed with metal, ash and feline was her scent but it really seemed to effect Marko as he began to sniff while his eyes turned a bit yellow. "Her scent calls to me and its not because I want her blood, Guys." Marko spoke. They would talk to Max about it later for now they had a bit of time to kill before taking out the guard for good. Mr. Vermon Beasly had messed with them for the last time.