Post by Rogue Noir on Jan 13, 2007 19:04:11 GMT
The Application
[/size]Tell Us About Yourself:
{{ Character Name: }} Rogue Alexandria Noir
{{ Character Age: }} 16
{{ Character Year: }} 6th
{{ Character House: }} Gryffindor
Now to the Good Stuff
{{ Character Personality }} Rogue is extremely independent, she just will not be tied down for long. Her firm views and opinions can change to stubbornness if she is pushed into a corner.
Rogue is lively, inventive, original and eccentric. Although it can be very difficult to get close to Rogue, she is loyal and faithful.
Should you ask Rogue for help you will immediately get it, and all promises will be kept (at some point in the future). However it should be noted that a helpful Rogue is very adverse to being deliberately used. Rogue is adept at taking information from several channels and processing all the numbers to see the big picture, and she does this while you think she is ignoring you.
Rogue is unpredictable, she can be chaotic or calm, stubborn or flexible, rebellious or helpful depending on how she feels or what her own senses tell her. This is a girl which can be detached to the point of coldness, stuck in rigid and unrecognisable pattern. Rogue has no care for what the world thinks and logically peruses her own set of social values. The isolation this brings is often a surprise, despite the super reliance on other senses, she can miss the obvious.
Humanitarian, friendly, independent, quirky, willing, progressive, and original thinker, inventive, creative, loyal, idealistic yet rational.
Very unpredictable, eccentric, rebellious, contrary, tactless, stubborn and emotionally oblivious.
{{ Character Appearance }} Rogue is medium height with a petite build. As she has grown older the curves of her body have become more noticable. Her skin is pale but with a slight natural rose to her cheeks and more noticably her lips. Her eyes are dark, with feathery eye lashes. Occasionally Rouge atempts to diy her hair red, but naturally she has black hair wich falls down her back in messy curls.
{{ Character History }} Being the youngest of three Rogue felt that she had a lot to live up to. Both parents had a rigid idea of what kind of people where ‘are kind of people’ and made it very clear to all three children who they where not to go near under any circumstances. Which just goes to show that good intentions are all very well, but sometimes Slytherin parents should spare a thought for who they are dealing with. At there very first opportunities the children of the Noir house hold went to check out these ‘blood traitors’ that where so interesting as to be forbidden. To begin with Rogue had been bitterly disappointed that the traitors hadn’t been shadowy types with mucus and tentacles, but ordinary people just like those she had always known, but with grubbier jokes and the ability to fart tunes.
Being pureblood Rogue had known that she would attend a school of magic. The fact that she had been home schooled before made the freedom she experienced in her first year all the sweeter. Though in fact the first year of her magical schooling was all work and little play. Since she had two older siblings, both of which where proceeding through their magical education well. It wasn’t until her third year that her rivalry to be better than her sister began to fade and they began to have a fragile friendship. This made Rogue more relaxed and she began to ‘come out of her shell’. By fifth year she had grown enough to attempt a trip into the mysterious Forbidden Forest. It was barely 12 seconds under its dense foliage when the gamekeeper found her and scolded her all the way up to the castle.
{{ Special Abilities/Powers/Posession }} Animagus, Black Wolf.
I'll pm the explanation of why to you.
{{ Sample Post }}
The clock had just finished stricking ten. Rogue was laying on her bed, streched out on her side. The door creacked open, but with her eyes closed it wasent possible to make out who it was that was entering, or what. What felt like wet fur brushed lightly against her wet tose, but still she didn't stur. A second later the bed saged behind her as an extra weight added itself. This made her eyes snap open.
If he was drunk again....... She turned, dreading what she would see. Her dark gaze was met with a gust of stinking breath and a warm lick on the cheek. It was only her dog Odin. Rogue smiled at the dopy animal she loved and cuddled him close ignoring his rain covered coat that soaked her as well.
Chill, You're Almost Done!
~Since you've been so patient, here..have a cookie![/b]
"Never trust a bunny!"
