Roxanne

Alpine Falls was no joke. Bears, fucking EVERYWHERE. And there was only one person who could protect the amusement park quests and employees: Roxanne. Burly, they were larger than any other person at the park. They were strong, and built for endurance. Calloused hands attached to thick wrists, which gave way to muscular arms. A ripped and scarred torso was hidden beneath layers of flannel: full lumberjack garb. Onlookers were in awe at the sight of them, and were more grateful for them then they would know. Roxanne had the most important job of all: fighting the bears. Alpine Falls was an extremely popular tourist attraction and theme park, styled after the Swiss Alps. Montana seemed to fit the bill for a location, but the investors didn't think about the bears. So many fucking bears. Grizzlies were prevalent in the area, and when the park first opened, bear attacks were rampant. That is, until they hired Roxanne. They had lived their life with their father, who bred and raised big cats down in Florida. He was eventually killed by the very animals he cared for (it was common in the big cat profession), so Roxanne decided to spend the rest of their days up north, taking rich men on hunts for big game. They had hunt many different animals, and bears were nothing new. But, the their job at the park had a very odd twist. They weren't allowed to shoot the bears with a gun. The owners didn't want to scare the guests with gun shots, or the sight of a gun strapped to an employee. So, Roxanne had to bear knuckle box these fucking bears. They trained for a year and a half before taking the job. No one could do this but Roxanne, and they knew it. They were the best. Guests loved it. Roxanne, bravely having a fist-cuffs with a 600 pound grizzly. It truly was a sight to behold. A knife was gifted to them after awhile, which was a blessing. Roxanne could take down a bear easily, but killing them was an entirely different story. A good twist of the head, sometimes strangling would work. But it took a lot of strength and patience, which, Roxanne lacked much of the second. They would pin the bears, or the bears would get them against a tree, and the large knife would be pulled from its sheath to meet the bear's thick neck. Blood would spew everywhere, sometimes flinging onto park goers that would get too close. The kids would stare in half terror, half sick enjoyment. "Who the hell would bring their kids here?"; Roxanne thought anyone who would come here was absolutely bat shit crazy. But, they were payed well, and they were saving people. "What a bunch of fucking nut jobs", they would think, as they punched another grizzly in the face.