Roxas is heavy into destructive, unhealthy vices. He’s addicted to cocaine, drinks whiskey like it’s water, and dabbles in just about everything else; especially hallucinogens.
Roxas is a diminutive kid with a masculinity complex and a temper that’s set off like a moth soaked in kerosene and lit. When he gets angry, he’ll spit poison until he’s blue in the face and when you’re one bad word away from sobbing he’ll proceed to wreck your skeletal structure with surprisingly hard blows.
He has a strong fondness for music, film, nerd tendencies, plaid flannels, peanut butter and LSD.
Roxas is a highly sexualized being. Anything that he finds even remotely sexual will be commented on and used as raw material for weeks, though he will generally ignore whoever genuinely asks him to carry it out. Unless he’s in the mood.
Which brings us to sex. Roxas will fuck anyone in the vicinity when he wants it, but usually keeps his hookups to people he doesn’t know or care about. He’s proficient at the abandonment routine. However, if you catch his interest on a level of intellect or intrigue, you’ll never get rid of him.
He’s a tease, a douche bag, and infuriatingly unapologetic.
Consider yourself warned.