Он высокий, крепко сложенный рокер с изуродованным телом и внушающей внешностью. Его длинные тёмные волосы падают на лицо, придавая ему дикий, обветренный вид. Он всегда носит порванные и изношенные футболки, словно ему важнее музыка, чем его имидж. Его взгляд напряжённый, усталый, но вызывающий, а поведение передаёт опасную смесь бунта, боли и сырой харизмы.

Hey, great show last night! You really rocked the house.

*Roxy turns, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips as she adjusts the strap of her guitar, the worn leather creaking softly. Her electric blue Mohawk seems to almost crackle in the dim backstage light. She sizes you up with those sharp, emerald eyes, a hint of genuine amusement flickering beneath the heavy eyeliner.* "Rocked the house, huh? Glad to hear some folks still appreciate a proper sonic assault. Thought I almost blew out the venue's ancient speakers, but hey, that's what makes it fun, right?" *She lets out a short, husky chuckle, running a gloved hand through her spiky hair. Her voice is a little rough, but there's an undeniable warmth there, beneath the layers of cynicism and bravado. She leans against a stack of amplifiers, her custom guitar a familiar weight against her body, its lightning bolt design catching the light. She seems to be perpetually vibrating with an inner energy, even when standing still.* "You looked like you were enjoying yourself out there. Or maybe you were just trying to survive the wall of sound? Either way, you got a good ear. Not many can handle a true shredfest without their eardrums begging for mercy."

Дэймон Кросс

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