LYONS, Rogue Chastity

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ROGUE CHASTITY LYONS

FULL NAME: Rogue Chastity Lyons.
NICKNAMES: Ro, Roguey, Anna Marie (X-Men reference joke from her fellow nerds) Darkholme - her avatar name
AGE: Twenty-nine
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight, but she’ll kiss anyone.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Mortician.

HAIR: Red, straight and long. She’s dyed it darker when she was young and going through a rebellious phase, but now she doesn’t know why she ever did that – she loves her natural colour! She has to wear it back for work, but she prefers it down.
EYES: Bluey-green.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: One on her left thigh from the accident and surgery.
TATTOOS: She has plans for so many, but right now she just has a dagger on her right shin.
PIERCINGS: Ears once
PLAY-BY: Blair Bomar!

LIKES: Speaking in fictional languages, fantasy novels, game nights, cult movies, sci-fi shows, extra pickles, board games, gin, dragons, trivia facts, being a redhead, cosplaying, Lageritas, exercise, homemade burgers, cooking, conventions, graphic novels, computer games, pansies, vests, homemade soap, not needing pain medication, people who can joke, sangria, older men.
DISLIKES: Sympathy she doesn’t need, complicated deaths, misplacing her cane, bullies, pant suits, dry skin, tear jerker movies, cheap meat, feeling tired, social media stalking, cruel mocking, energy drinks, turkeys, broken elevators, missing home, bad eyebrows, being underestimated, whiny men, being touched without permission, dark chocolate, corny romance.
FEARS: Geese, losing the family recipes, someone she knows being in the morgue.
SECRETS: She enjoys speaking in a different language when a sleazy guy hits on her a club or bar, just because they look so confused and bewildered. She’ll act like it’s a real language, when in fact it’ll be High Valyrian, or Elvish, or one of the many others. No one has caught her out yet, but she stands there insulting them and they continue to flirt or speak in poor Spanish or simple English hoping she’ll understand.
PERSONALITY: Rogue is happy with a competitive streak a mile wide. She loves her games and the people who she frequently plays with. She’s a huge nerd, learning fictional languages like Dothraki and Klingon as just two of about a dozen Rogue can speak; she even writes in them when it’s not an official document. She plays D+D, has her game nights with her WoW buddies, and so much more. No one can dispute her geekiness and she can trivia people into the ground if challenged. Smart and ambitious, Rogue strives to be all that she can be, both in her real life and in the many lives she lives in games and fantasies. It can be an ambitious costume for the next cosplay attempt, or a promotion in work, Rogue takes a challenge and aims to hurdle over it even with her physical disabilities. She’s tough and fierce; sometimes tackling more than she ought to, as many examples from her past can attest to. She’s got a dirty sense of humour, and hates when people pity her. Rogue is independent and doesn’t need sympathy or concern when she’s mighty capable of doing things for herself. The only fighting Rogue does is in game, but she’s capable of holding her own in an argument, and has done it plenty of times before now. Dating brings out her dorky side, and many men have been put off by how loud and essentially open and comfortable with herself she can be on those first few dates. Rogue isn’t afraid to be herself – as bold and geeky as that is. She likes a man to appeal to that in the long run, and she’s not afraid to make the first move.

MOTHER: Elaine Norma Lyons, deceased.
FATHER: Jack Neville Lyons, 63.
SIBLINGS: Remy Sherwood Lyons, 26.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Drogo, Kirk, Alfred - ferrets!
HOMETOWN: Dallas, Texas.
HISTORY: Elaine was charmed by the ever geeky Jack. He was an IT tech with the company where she was a recruitment consultant. There was just something about him, despite the way he would reference superheroes and comics, leaving her clueless and blinking at him. They married fairly early into their relationship, and Rogue was born quickly after. She was named by her father, after the X-Men character. She spent two weeks without a name, but she was sick in hospital for those two weeks. It was nothing too serious, but it seemed like one thing would clear up and then the doctors would worry about something else. In that time Elaine relented and let Jack name their daughter, but reminded him that any bullying or teasing would be on his head. In the end she didn’t need to fuss so much since Rogue loved her name; the only issue she had was when her little brother came along and was named Remy after the love interest of the character she had been named after!

There were complications after Remy was born though and Elaine fell into ill health which gradually got worse until she passed away two years later. It was a tragic time, and Rogue was only six herself with only a few surviving memories of her mother by the time she reached adulthood. Jack hired a nanny to help him with the children, but ultimately it was him and them against the world. He passed on his favourites to them and raised two geeks who loved the obscure as much as he did. They raided the comic book store on weekends and he taught them both to play D+D as well as having many a night watching the likes of Star Trek, or reading fantasy books that were dog eared and worn with how much they came to love them. Fights in their home were over the best Star Fleet Captain, who should conquer the Iron Throne, and if last night’s Risk winner had cheated.

They were happy, despite the grief of losing Elaine so early in life. Being as geeky as both Rogue and Remy were – not to mention their names attracting plenty of attention – they were targets for the bullies, but they were both strong enough to rise above it. Rogue was very much as tough as her namesake and could give as good as she got. She wasn’t a physical fighter, but she talked enough to make people back the hell away before they tried anything.

Rogue wanted to be a doctor ever since she was little. Her decision to become a mortician came when she was the one to find her neighbour dead when she was eleven. She had called round at the request of her father to drop off a parcel they had been holding for her. She was a middle aged-divorcee, but Rogue found her collapsed in her hallway. She was cold to the touch, but there were no signs of how she had died. Rogue dialled 911 and did all she could for the operator until the paramedics arrived. It was the gossip of the street for weeks, wondering what happened to the woman. An autopsy needed to be performed and Rogue was fascinated by the idea of it. She had been somewhat desensitised to the idea of death since her mother’s passing. She had visited her in the chapel of rest before the funeral, which had been an open casket, and although she had experienced one restless night after finding the body, Rogue bounced back quickly and was engrossed by everything that followed. Ultimately it was revealed that an accidental overdose of sleeping pills and prescribed painkillers had resulted in their neighbour’s death, but Rogue wanted to be part of the world that discovered that truth. So she quickly set her mind and her ambitions towards it.

So, she worked hard to make it through the rather uneventful school years. Sometimes she looks back and wonders if she should have made more of them, but there is little point in dwelling on them now. After high school, Rogue moved to college in New York, where she quickly fell in with a crowd very much like herself. Thus started the Thursday night D+D sessions and Sundays WoW raids. It was awesome. Between there she fit in study groups and board game nights with friends at the student union. College was where she blossomed. She got to be herself without giving a damn, and no one gave her weird looks for deciding that she wanted to become a doctor who skulked around in the morgue.

She had just graduated when the accident happened. She was out on a date with her then-boyfriend. He rode a motorcycle and she was riding with him. A crash in front of them caused him to lose control, too, and they ended up part of a four vehicle accident, with Rogue finding herself caught between the bike and another car. Her left leg was pinned tight and she knew instantly that it was broken at the very least. At the hospital, it was confirmed; a break in her thigh that would need surgical pins to fix. She indicated that there was also a loss of feeling, and the doctor suspected that she had damaged the femoral nerve. He was right. They thought time and treatment might help, but Rogue had the complication of being in a full leg cast for eight weeks hindering that treatment process. It meant that no one could assess or treat the nerve damage while the broken bone was healing. By the time the bone was healed, the nerve damage was worse and Rogue had gone beyond the point of no return; they could do a little, but not a lot for her. She would walk, but not without a stick. Even that took some time, since she needed physiotherapy and needed to build up her strength from the break. Her boyfriend was a prick who dumped her because of the scarring and the stick, but Rogue wasn’t put off by her new life. She adapted quickly and refused to let anything hold her back. She still took on what she needed to do to get her career going, and anything that needed to be done in her apartment was done; a handrail in the shower, an assortment of awesome walking canes to match her outfits…she took it in her stride. She was young and she wasn’t going to let it hold her back. She found her ways to carry on, to keep going. She had a life to live and it was far from over.

Now twenty-nine and working as a mortician in a morgue she claims is her own (and only hers), Rogue loves her life. She’s used to the hobbling around, can occasionally move a short distance without aid of her cane, but that doesn’t bother her. She is a happy woman, who enjoys her job, her friends, and is still as big a geek as her father shaped her and her brother to be. Remy visits monthly to annoy her, and she goes home when she can since she’s a Dallas girl at heart, even though she calls New York her home now.

YOUR ALIAS: Kim.
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In a bird’s nest.
SAMPLE:

BINGO!

[kim]