Rogue Heath

Intro

• ""My bark is worse than my bite. ""

• Basic Info

  • Name: Rogue Heath
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: KatieRose
  • Nicknames: Roe or Rogue
  • Race: Shape shifting
  • Class: Omega
  • Alignment: good-aligned and considered protectors of the elven lands.
  • Deity: Daragor
  • Age: Hm/y; 16
  • Size: Average
  • Body Type: Slim, muscle built
  • Height: 5'6
  • Weight: 60
  • Complexion: Fur
  • Hair: White
  • Eyes: beaming yellow gems
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: Left ear, unnoticeable.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: powerful instinct, intuition, kind, self sacrificing
  • Mannerisms: Morality, loyalty
  • Likes: Peace, food, to meet new friends and family.
  • Dislikes: Bears, or any mammal bigger than her size. Fights, arguing.

• Gallery

  Gallery

  Wolf form Transformation of Rogue in wolf form human form Rogue

• Description

  Human form;
  Smokey white :Sleek long length hair cascading down the shoulders of a refined woman, her appearance puts your mind to an image of a lone wanderer travelling to find a purpose in life despite her hardships. Round orbs etched into her pale like sockets, eyes that of two honey colored droplets, ones of wander and mystery. Pale silk smooth like skin, covering her dainty fragile form. Dainty fingers and course hands caused by physical labor and work through her years.
  The clothes she befits are that of a high class standard almost, Royal like attire. Gold's rims on either leather dark boot she wore, slimming down her sleek legs. A Navy colored uniform made her seem Regal, her small form seemed fragile but stood firm and strong. Brown shorts fitted her tightly but comfortably, making it all the more easier to move around in.
  Flickering ears and a long lengthy bushy tail, white and fluffy. Ears piqued, giving ear to any possible threat of danger, a keen sense of hearing indeed.
  A small gold earring hung loosely from her left lobe with two white like crystals embedded. A treasure given to her before the passing of her late mother, a terrible memory of a battle that was both fearsome and unavoidable at the time.
  wolf form;
  A sky blue and peach like streaks etched it way from her upper brow to the lower part of her snout, a marking of great significance. A mark on a face of that of a lone brave wolf, a reminder of past battles, and that of many loved ones she had lost during those turn moiled times.
  Emerald pools of green, that of curiosity and hardships, these gem like eyes decorate a face of both furry and foe who seeks nothing but peace and security. White smokey streaks of fur lay neat, smooth over her form, a strong back and hind legs, her height not too tall and not to short.
  White padded paws, sharpened claws easy to tare prey or enemy, if threatened. A mane of that of a lion, white fluff forms around her neck, Glistens in the rays of the sun held up high in the heavens. This is no beast, rather a gentle canine seeking refuge.