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SUPERNATURALS VERSE: R.aios (R.ogue) C.heney, 400 year old v.ampire.

As v.ampires go, Rogue isn’t old at all. His family originates from Rom.ania, where he lived for several hundred years before moving to Paris to work under Rufus Lohr, a fellow v.ampire. Though he’s taken breaks for a few decades to explore the world with help from witch potions and late-night-travel, he has remained working for Rufus’ company since.

The work provides protection from those who persecute his species, which was his main reason for taking the job, but also gives him an income that allows him more freedom in the more human aspects of the world.

As v.ampires go, he’s very placid, even if the moon still has on overbearing effect on his cravings and behaviour. Whilst he has been known to kill, he generally tries to avoid it, and doesn’t really enjoy taking blood against people’s will. He just does what he has to to get by, and tries to do so without things getting too messy.

His main home is a small cottage outside of Paris, where he feeds the stray cats and anonymously uploads his music to S.oundcloud. 

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After departing the game of bottle-spin that he'd truly wanted no part of, Rogue had been so sure that he wouldn't see the curious young artist again. He was a travelling band member, and she was a freelance artist with a day job on top of that. Their paths wouldn't normally align if not for her paintings for the band.

Destiny had not intended for this to go any further than it had.

And yet, here she was, perched on his lap out on his hotel room's balcony, lips moving against his with a confidence that grew with each passing minute. It had been awkward at first: she was inexperienced, and he couldn't remember the last time he had had someone like this, leaving him feeling more than just a little rusty.

But with time, the tension had been put to ease and nothing but pleasant affection - and an inevitable spark of carnal desire - was left behind. Concealed by darkness besides the moon's soft light, Rogue was content with allowing his touch to venture, and his broad hands eventually found her shapely thighs after tracing down the curves of her body. It was here that they would remain until their lips parted, and they each took a moment to steady their breathing.

"I won't go any further than you want me to..." Rogue spoke softly, but not without sincerity, as he searched her bright eyes in the dim light. They seemed to reflect the same wishes and desires that she no doubt saw in his own red hues, but he wouldn't proceed until she spoke her feelings aloud. As he awaited her response, a hand shifted to cup her flushed cheek, thumb slowly grazing over her bottom lip as he spoke once again. "...so, if you want anything more than this...you'll have to make yourself heard."

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❣ from Rogue too! @i-inthedark~

kisses from the princess - accepting!!        ( generated - neck kiss. ) @i-inthedark

“ You’ve gotta come play spin the bottle, Hisui! ”

Sting had been so insistent on her joining his drunken antics that she’d have felt bad if she’d declined his invitation. Hisui had always hated to upset people, after all, but when the mouth of the bottle pointed her way, she kicked herself for agreeing to all of this.

Her soft green eyes looked at the blond, as well as the others currently deciding her fate, for some kind of mercy. But, judging from the looks on their faces, that wasn’t a luxury she would be afforded tonight. Wicked smiles could be seen behind hands concealing whispered words, and when Sting’s eyes lit up with what she could only imagine was an idea of embarrassing proportions, the butterflies in her stomach swarmed.

More whispers were exchanged and, finally, the girl who’d spun the fateful bottle announced the young artist’s certain doom.

“ You have to give Rogue a kiss, ”  Those words were enough to have the rosy hues blooming on her pale cheeks, but the ones that followed set her whole body alight with embarrassment.  “ …On the neck. ”

Baby green eyes slowly shifted her gaze to the man sat next to her, who seemed to be regretting his presence at this party about as much as she was. His composure had been thrown, too, but it seemed he wasn’t surprised by Sting’s antics in the slightest. His red eyes just stared her out as she sat there, coming to terms with what she must do.

Sighing, Hisui shuffled just close enough to reach the Sabertooth! guitarist; his only reaction was to look away when she slowly inclined, bringing her lips to his neck in a feather-light kiss as their onlookers cheered and hollered.

She was prompt in her pull-away, keen to distance herself from the act she’d just committed. Dainty fingers brushed over her painted lips as she muttered an apology, clearly feeling all the more bashful after seeing the mark her lipstick had left behind.

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It was with great haste that Hisui set about tending to this minor, weather-based setback. Admittedly, the soaked-to-the-skin look wasn’t bad at all. Far from it, in fact, she noted as peridot eyes fluttered between him and the task at hand. A rosy hue took to her freckled cheeks and, momentarily, her gaze was averted.

      “ Of course, um…Rogue-san, was it? ”  Of course, she’d already made sure to memorise her client’s name long before this appointment, but didn’t want to seem too forthcoming.

She emerged from a small airing cupboard with several towels at hand, along with a black rucksack containing clothes and instructions for the look Rufus had wanted. Black leather jacket, matching trousers and a shirt, black leather boots and slicked-back hair.

       “ Here…you can dry yourself off and change. I think your manager left some notes for you so you know how to, um…put the outfit together. ”  The artist was quiet for a moment, before offering a soft smile.  “ The bathroom is to your left. Can I get you a drink in the meantime? I have water, squash, some fruit tea… ”

A dark brow rose as he watched her scuttle about the small studio apartment, perplexed by her skittish nature and the varying expressions that took to her dainty features.

Rogue blinked. God, how long had he been staring at her like that? He'd not meant harm, but it probably came across as weird, like something Sting would do. Broad, masculine fingers moved to conceal the subtle flush of his cheeks.

"Uh, yeah, it’s Rogue. And any fruit tea would be alright. Thanks..."  Taking the bundle of fabric from her arms, the guitarist spun abruptly on his heels and made a beeline for the sanctuary of the bathroom.

Relief was short-lived, however; that much was obvious when he reemerged even more flustered. Though the leather was fine, the lack of buttons on the upper half of his torso was distressing. Damn Rufus, and his incessant obsession with upper-body muscles. Sighing disdainfully, he surrendered himself to the chair awaiting him, and gave her a look that he hoped would earn him some sympathy. "I'm ready now, I think."

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With her stomach now somewhat-satisfied thanks to the kindness of a stranger, Hisui had returned back to her studio apartment and had promptly begun preparing for today’s client. Technically, he was one of several from one commission she had taken, but she was excited to meet a new customer none the less.

Besides, the deposit for her work would soon arrive in her bank account, and she could not be more excited to be able to live properly again.

Everything was nearly set in place when Hisui heard the knock at the door, and she hurriedly set down the last pot of brushes before scurrying along to the door. The bolt was unsheathed with haste, and she heaved the old wooden door open to allow her client inside. Bright green eyes widened when they took in the sight before her.

       “ Oh, my goodness! You must be freezing. Please, do come inside at once. ”  It wasn’t awfully cold out, but it certainly wasn’t warm. The young artist gestured to the chair she had arranged for him and offered a kind smile.  “ Let me get you a towel. I think your stylist has also left an outfit for you, so that’s fortunate… ”

Rogue didn't know who he'd been expecting to see behind the shabby old door, but the tiny woman now fussing over him was about as far from what he'd envisioned as she could get. The people Rufus sought out for the obscure tasks were often just as obscure themselves, and this girl clearly made herself no exception.

Mumbling his thanks, he stepped inside the humble dwelling, being careful to shed the mud and rainwater from his boots. A hand anxiously rubbed the back of his neck as red eyes scanned the curious location, and he couldn't help but wonder how Rufus had found this artist in the first place, not considering that she too may once have been among Rufus' upper-society-circle.

"Fortunate..." He muttered grimly, wondering what overly-extravagant get-up their stylist had in mind this time. Rogue's crimson gaze followed her as she set about trying to help him, and once more found himself sighing in defeat as a stray rain droplet trickled down his forehead.

"Do you have, uh, a bathroom..? Or somewhere I can sort myself out?"

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NF // Why

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STARTER CALL. @hisuixfiore

The worst parts of being a band member were often the things required for promotion and publicity. And, with a new album on the way, these events and occasions were becoming more and more frequent.

Part of him was thankful that this particular task did not involve questions from prying reporters and TV show hosts, but the humbler side of him was almost embarrassed by the alternative. This evening and those following, after a long day of work, he was to have his portrait painted for the cover of their latest project.

And here he stood, in front of the artist's door, soaked to the skin by the pouring rain. Damn this English weather...sure, he liked the cold, and rain was fine in small doses. But it always seemed to strike at the most unhelpful of times.

Sighing over his fate, he brought a closed fist against the hardwood door, knocking until he heard movement inside the small building before him. The sooner he got inside...the sooner he could return home to his much-anticipated bed.

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STARTER CALL. @xfulmen

Dark cloaks concealed his figure as he moved with the shadows of late-night Magnolia. He'd been expecting to arrive earlier on in the day, due to this venture being one of an official nature, but unforeseen circumstances had led to him arriving in the port city much later than anticipated.

He may be scolded by Rufus upon his return to Sabertooth, for arriving at such an improper hour, but at this point in time Rogue couldn't bring himself to care too much. A hotel had been considered at first, but as he approached the building, it was obvious that many mages occupied the building even in the dwindling hours of early morning.

They had always been notorious for their rambunctious nature, after all. Rogue sighed. These kinds of rowdy people really weren't his cup of tea...he put up with enough when it came to Sting, after all.

Thankfully, it seemed a calmer presence stood outside the bustling guild hall, perhaps having arrived there not long before Rogue himself had. That, or he had tired of the building's crowds. Either way, his dread subsided with the knowledge that he would not have to face the drunken rabble.

"Dreyar-san." It wasn't as if Laxus was hard to recognise, even in the dim light. Not many could boast of his height or broad frame, besides perhaps Sabertooth's own lightning mage. "I'm here with important documents to deliver on Sabertooth's behalf. Is your Master still awake to receive them?"

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Mutuals can hit the heart for a starter!

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Rogue is the guitarist for the band Sabertooth!, a pop-rock group managed by Rufus Lohr. It wasn't the lifestyle he had imagined living, nor had he really wanted to, but he was willing to sacrifice anything if it made his little sister's life any easier.

FULL ABOUT PAGE CAN BE FOUND HERE!

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Seeing as Rogue was born over 400 years previous to canon, I'm not 100% sure on the political geography of Earthland, let alone if the place he was from back then was actually today's Fiore. I imagine that what is now Crocus, Fiore, was the meeting place of the dragons raising the slayers, but I think Rogue originates from a different country.

I'll add further details to this thought once I've given it some time.

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For now, I will be using the icons from @fairy-tail-icons , and will eventually get round to making my own. I can’t find my old Rogue icons and am struggling to find any elsewhere, but for now, this will be more than fine!

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OKAY, we should be good to go. I'm Aleks, and this is a revamp of a long-ago muse of mine, Rogue Cheney. This portrayal will be canon-divergent and will rely heavily on headcanons. If you're interested in interacting, feel free to give me a follow!!

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