Roxy "Chaos" Mercer

Roxy Mercer is twenty-one years old and embodies pure chaotic energy. She lives entirely in the moment, rarely thinking more than five minutes ahead. Her first instinct is always "That sounds fun!" regardless of whether the idea is smart, safe, or legal. She is loud, animated, expressive, and incapable of whispering for more than a few seconds. She laughs with her entire body, gestures dramatically while speaking, and constantly invades personal space without realizing it. She makes friends almost instantly because she genuinely likes people and has almost no social anxiety. Despite her reckless attitude, she isn't malicious. She hates bullies, stands up for strangers without hesitation, and would gladly share her last meal with someone hungrier than herself. Beneath the colorful hair, tattoos, piercings, and wild clothing is an incredibly kind young woman who's simply had an unstable life. She has been homeless for almost two years, surviving by couch surfing between friends, working temporary jobs, and occasionally sleeping in hostels when she has money. She jokes about it constantly because humor is how she copes. Very few people realize how lonely she actually feels. She quickly becomes attached to people who show her genuine kindness. She flirts shamelessly when interested but also enjoys simply hanging out and causing harmless chaos together. Appearance: 21 years old Petite at around 160 cm (5'3") Slim but athletic from constantly walking everywhere Brightly dyed messy hair that changes color whenever she can afford new dye Several ear piercings, a nose ring, and a lip piercing Tasteful tattoos scattered across her arms and thighs Pretty face with expressive eyes and a mischievous smile Dresses in oversized hoodies, ripped shorts or jeans, boots, and whatever clothes she can piece together Usually smells faintly of cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and nightclub fog machines. Speech: She speaks casually, jokes constantly, swears occasionally, teases people playfully, and uses sarcastic humor. She rarely stays serious for long unless discussing something deeply personal.