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Rouge Dragonican; Sixth Year Ravenclaw
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Topic Started: Sep 14 2011, 02:15 AM (298 Views)
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Rouge Dragonican
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Sep 14 2011, 02:15 AM
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ROUGE ROSE DRAGONICAN’s the name, let's play the game!

 Full Name: Rouge Rose Dragonican Nicknames N/A Birthday: August tenth 1983 Sexuality: Straight Wand: 15 inch Hawthorn wood wand carved with flowering vines in a cinnamon finish with a dragon heartstring core and an embedded Angelite stone in the handle. Patronus: A black raven Playby: Taylor Momsen
 Hair: Yes, it's really that naturally blonde. It's really that light. No dye, nothing. Rouge absolutely loves her hair, it's her most prized feature and it's the only thing on her body that she's conceited about. Usually worn short in the summer, she has let it grow out when she got into fourth year because everyone kept saying that they wanted to see her with long hair, not very long, maybe mid-back length. She likes to wear it down because it's a very easy thing to hide behind when her eyes are read like books from people she doesn't know in the hallways. When she wears it short, it's usually chin length or a little bit shorter. Rouge has found out that when she wears it short, it's extremely light, so light that people don't think it's natural. She argues and argues, but has finally given up the fight about her hair. She accepts whatever people say. Facial Features: Blue eyes. Big surprise, blonde hair and blue eyes. Rouge hates her eyes. It's an ordinary color. There's nothing pretty about her eyes, or so she thinks. A lot of people have told her, particularly family, that her eyes are her best feature and her hair is dimmed by them. They twinkle when she's going to do something in the wrong and she knows it. She wears dark make-up to make them pop. Her mother disapproves of that too. She would rather her daughter wear close to no make-up at all and Rouge swears she trying to ruin her fun. She would pay for contacts...if she had any money. Body: She has pale skin. She has tried to tan outside, but she will only burn and burn. Her skin turns red like a lobster and will flake when it's not taken care of. She's not strong, but has some kind of muscle because some of her muggle friends have farms and she went out for the summer to help. She pushed wheel-lines and moved hay bales over tall wire fences. Clothes: She doesn't have a lack of style, she just refuses to wear the clothes her mother wants her too. As a tom-boy, her mother has judged her about wearing cut-off jeans and tank-tops in the summer. She would rather her wear heels, and expensive suits that showed off no more than her ankles. Her lack of style or wearing clothes that fit properly is what she grew up with as her parents didn't make as much money as they started to when she turned fourteen. Her mother started wearing expensive clothes and expected her daughter to follow along. But she wouldn't; so her style is clothing that barely fit, cut offs and cast downs. Rouge doesn't wear them during the school hours, but she will during the weekends and holidays. Overall Appearance: Rouge doesn’t thinks she’s pretty. In fact, she hates her body and her hair and her eyes. No matter what she says, it all a lie. The self-confidence isn’t real. She thinks her eyes are too big, her hair is too frizzy and white and her body has too much fat on it. A typical girl reaction, but what she doesn’t see is the guys drooling over her finely tuned body and the fact that she keeps her eyes clear of all gunk unless she is in a rather rotten mood. She isn’t a morning person, which basically means she’s always looking like a freak or a zombie getting up, she even has the moaning to go with it.
 Amortentia: Horses Horse-back-riding Traveling Making new friends Fighting for fun Learning new spells Reading Writing silly poems Her hair Some-what dangerous boys Pet Peeves: Her mother's taste in clothing Bullies Preps Cliques The color pink Staying in one place for too long Strengths: Loyal- Never expect her to betray you. Rouge would rather throw herself into a vault of boiling lava than betray her best friend. It's against the morals she set up as a little girl. To never betray a friend, even if she betrays her. It's not the way, she thinks, that the world should work. Her best friend had given her, her trust; she wasn't going to throw it down the drain. Each friendship is precious to her, no matter how short the time. Attentive- Her grades are the reason why she is so attentive. Even though she seems to be single-minded, she can be rather attentive to her classes as it's all new to her. Even though she had been going to the school for the last five years, she was learning new things each day, which made her attentive to her school work, which made her want to research more on her assignment, getting an almost perfect grade on it...sometimes. Humorous- Even though her sense of humor is dry and dark, it seems that people love her for that reason. She learned her dark humor from her mother matter of fact. Before her father had become the CEO, her mother had a different set of mind. Something that fit their state of finicaial. She had loved her mother with the dark humor and the sarcasm, but now, Rogue thinks that her mother has turned into a stuck-up bitch and that her sense of humor must have flown out the window when they moved. Brave- She doesn't back down from a challenge and won't put up with other people's crap. She tends to turn into super-bitch if anyone challenge's her feelings for someone or tries to think for her. She doesn't think twice about hitting someone outside the head if they deserve it or taking them out with her words. She doesn't like to get violent, but if she has to defend herself, then she will. Weaknesses: Violent- Mostly aimed at the guys, she is violent only when people deserve it. She had taken defense classes before she even knew she had a magical ability. Her father had wanted her to be able to defend herself in case he wasn't there or someone else wasn't. Her violence went beyond defending as she started to hit the guys that pissed her off and it's gotten her plenty of detentions. It's no surprise if the boys go running off to the teacher about her hitting them or if her knuckles are bleeding because she couldn't aim her anger at a person. Blunt- She doesn't like to lie and won't lie. If you ask her a question, she will tell you what she really thinks. She won't hold her tongue, she doesn't speak before she thinks, she just says it. No matter who's there to listen or what the occasion is, she doesn't like people to think that she will lie. She tells the truth and nothing but the truth, it doesn't matter if it hurts your feelings. Single-minded- There are tasks that sometimes takes up the space in her brain for a period of time. If it interests her enough, that is all she will think about. There will be days where she won't talk because she's too caught up in her own thoughts to form any types of conversations with anyone. She tries not to get that way, but she can't help it. It's more of a habit than anything else and her eyes go glassy when she's in that "mode". Selective-hearing- Selective-hearing comes out especially when she's in trouble. Her mother used to give her crap about her selective hearing. When she would be reading a book, she'd be so engrossed in it, it seemed like her mind was trying to stop everything else from penetrating her ears. She will only hear what she wants to hear and sometimes mistake things for what they’re not. Boggart: People not accepting her for who she is, even though she acts like she doesn’t give a crap. Favorite Class: Care of Magical Creatures Overall Personality: Violent, a social vixen, introverted, what more can I say? She isn’t one for making friends that easily, though she finds herself making better friends with males than with the females because they can’t criticize her about the way she dresses. Males only accept the ripped jeans and tight tank tops that practically fall off her chest. It’s the way of life. She is brave and if she thinks you have a problem with her, she will approach you and call you out for it. If you have a problem, go straight to her face, she will fix you up in no time. She has seen the inside of the Headmistress’s office too many times and hasn’t gone up there just for a friendly chat. She is trouble, extreme trouble.
 Mother: Rose Dragonican- 36 years old, reaps the income of her father Father: Vladimir Dragonican- 35 years old, works as a CEO for a GO GREEN FACTORY Siblings: N/A Pets: Pearce She had gotten him when he was just a little owlet and that's what she called him for the longest time until she had woken up with the name Pearce on the tip of her tongue. History: “Vlad! The baby!” Rose yelled putting her hand on her extended stomach. It was time, her water had broken while her mother had been cooking dinner and now, it was time. Time to give birth to a baby girl…or boy as the family had hoped. Vlad, a worker in a factory, showed up within seconds of her yelling at him, her baby bag in hand for the preparation of the hospital. He wasn’t ready to be a father; he was over-worked and already knew that the baby was going to be more than a handful. They hadn’t even had a room set up for it, but the doctor said that was normal. It would have to share their room anyway, so that they would have a quick access to her when she’s hungry in the night.
They arrived at the hospital, rushed into the room, and she was put on all these machines and such. He didn’t know what to do, he paced the room, he jiggled his leg, he made random noises, he called his parents, who couldn’t make it, he was impatient, just wanting to hold the baby in his arms and get it all over with. Finally, three hours later, she went into labor. Screaming, squeezing his hand to a bloody pulp.
Another scream added to his. A baby scream as they pulled little baby Rogue out of her….well you know. They didn’t know why they had named her that, perhaps it was because of his love of X-man and that was the first mutant they had featured in the movie, but it fit her somehow, with her ordinary blue eyes and extremely blonde hair. “Rogue Rose Dragonican,” the nurse declared, holding out Vlad’s baby girl to his wife.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, giving both of his girls a kiss. For that moment, Vladimir Dragonican was content.
Five years old Rose Dragonican wasn’t happy with her way of living. She hated being poor while everyone else had a life of leisure. They had no children, she thought bitterly as she looked down at the little girl who had attached herself to her leg. They were at the park and Rogue wasn’t much of a kid person. She held onto her mother’s legs with a grip that couldn’t be broken. Children played on the grounds, screaming and tagging each other. “I don’t want to go Mommy,” she said looking up at her mother with her blue eyes.
Rose pulled her hands off of her and gave her little girl a small push. “They won’t hurt you.”
Now, it was six and daddy was coming home soon, so Rose had to go home and cook. Cook. Heh, she thought again. She reached out for Rouge, who ran from her. The little girl climbed on and under the playgrounds while her shouting mother chased after her. “Get back here!” she screamed grabbing her by the arm and yanking back. Rouge’s arm popped and Rose felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Rouge had grabbed her shoulder and howled in pain.
Parents of remaining children stopped and stared at the two females. Whispers went through the gaggle of adults as she rushed her daughter to the hospital. She didn’t need to be a doctor to know what she did, but she did need to lie to get her way out of it. As they were waiting for the doctor’s report, he had asked how it happened. The butterflies got worse, she stammered, “She….she….she was climbing on the monkey bars and had caught herself from a nasty fall, thus her arms. We don’t have very strong bodies honestly,” she lied. The doctor gave her a funny look, but didn’t ask anymore.
Ten years old Vlad got into his car, slamming the door in the excitement that he could barely contain. He had finally made it to CEO, after all those years of working and slaving away in two shifts, he had applied for CEO when the last one had retired and put up the chance. He couldn’t wait to tell his girls, he was making a six-figure income and that meant that Rose could live the way she wanted. That Rose could buy the clothes she wanted and get a babysitter for their little Rogue.
Daddy’s car drove into the drive-way, the lights shut off. Rouge was first out that door, running into his legs, as she wasn’t tall enough yet, she hugged his legs and didn’t let go as he dragged her into the house, his face full of excitement. It rubbed off on her, as she had jumped up, waiting for whatever good news that he had.
Rouge’s mother gave him a smile and furrowed her brow as she sat down and listened to his story. Little Rogue had been excused from the room until dinner time, but from what her mother’s face was looking like, she was excited as well and little Rouge wanted to know what it was about. They ate dinner that night and she was sent off to bed early, too early for her tastes. She stayed up reading, listening to her parent’s excited whispers on the other side of the wall. She fell asleep with the book in her arms.
Rouge was woken up with a scream. A high pitched scream that belonged to no one but her mother. She raced from her bed, down the stairs and into the considerably good sized kitchen. There sat an owl, “Filthy owl! Get out of my house!” Rose screamed rising up the broom higher intended to harm. Rouge didn’t know why, but she felt like this owl held some kind of importance to her future, why else would it be sitting there, not even flinching from the broom her mother held.
“Stop!” she screamed, skidding in front of the owl. It had something attached to it’s foot. A letter with intricate letter on it, addressed to her. Her mother was mumbling things as she untied the letter with shaking hands and read it to herself and then out loud for her mother’s benefit.
The owl had gone. Her mother and father sat at the table, reading the crumbled letter from the headmistress of Hogwarts. Rose’s eyes were glassy and her father was drinking scotch, still staring at the letter. Rose shook her head and excused herself from the table as Rouge, almost eleven, sat with her head in-between her shoulders. “Well, what do you have to say young lady?” Vlad said as if she had caused this trouble between the family.
“I don’t know dad. I honestly don’t, I want to go,” she said quietly, looking up at him. It was only a week before her birthday.
“Alright, aright, your mother may not approve, but this may be best for you.” He got up from the table ending the conversation and the talk of all magical things.
Fifteen years old
It was her fifth year. She was excited. Two more years and she would be out of the school and a full-fledged witch. Excitement pounded her heart and pumped her blood. Her father was going to give her a ride to the station where she would board the train. This day, each year, her mother got extremely drunk the night before and would sleep through the entire day and stay sober the rest of the year until it was time for her to go back to school. Rouge stretched her tired muscles, from the work outs at her friend’s farms and the defense class her father had made her take each year she came from the school, every summer. She didn’t have much of a muscle, but she did a definition. Rouge knew she could hold her weight in a fight; it was just…not against someone extremely strong.
She packed her trunk and pulled it out to the car, aware of her mother’s absence, but also aware that she had tried to get her to bring dresses to wear instead of her cast offs and the cut off shorts she loved so much. When the car was loaded up, she started on breakfast. “Breakfast is ready dad!” she yelled up the stairs.
“Will you keep it down? Your mother’s sleeping!” he snapped, coming down the stairs dressed in a black suit.
“Pssh, she’ll sleep through anything Dad, you know that.” She served him pancakes and they ate in silence. “Well, I suppose it’s time to drop you off.”
Rouge knew that it bothered her father that she could cast spells and that she was different from the other kids. She knew that he regretted his choice to let her go, even though it seemed like he had no choice at all. She didn’t mention, he didn’t mention it. At least, not directly. He started the car and the blonde haired girl stood in the doorway. “Are you coming Rouge Rose?” he yelled.
Rouge Rose Dragonican looked back at the house and nodded to her father and ran out to the car and got in. Behind her, she watched the house leave her sight and settled back for a long drive to King’s Cross Station. She wasn’t going to tell her father about the possible war that hung over Hogwarts like a spider’s web. He would never send her back again and she wanted to fight against Voldemort, with Harry Potter and all of the other students that banded with him. And she was. She banded with some students, whom she didn’t know, and sent death eaters flying out the windows and down the long drop. It was almost satisfying if she didn’t get sick with the thoughts of all the lives she ended, even if they had ended lives themselves.
School: Hogwarts Graduated: One more year to go House: Ravenclaw
Occupation: Student Employer: N/A Skills: N/A
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Blair Cunning sat on the rock, calmly petting Bast. Her cat purred and then suddenly went streaking into the grass after some kind of mouse or rat. She looked up at the orange and red sky, watching the fading shadows recede. She could see stars poking their twinkly heads out and she smiled softly. It was a nice breeze for what kind of weather they had the last couple of weeks. She brushed her brown hair back and tucked it behind her ear.
She didn’t mind being alone; in fact, it gave her a chance to think about her next class. Unfortunately, not a lot of people had continued her class in NEWTS, but she could kind of understand why. When she was in the class, the only thing she had fallen in love with was the creatures, the study of it and interacting with them. She put her chin in her hand and continued to watch the horizon. The forest stretched out in front of her and she could owls flying over the top to go to the owlery.
It was lonely, out there in the lawn, her cat had gone off and it was useless calling her, she never came when she was hunting. Bast… Her heart started to flutter. It had been a while since she had felt like this, she felt singing. Just stand and sing her heart out, well…not that quite excitable, but it was still pretty strong. She played with the necklace on her neck, running her fingers along the roughly carved word. It had been sanded down and painted over with whites and dark browns. It was a lovely piece and she had been wearing it ever since her aunt had given it to her when she went to go visit her in Ireland.
Blair started remembering lyrics to an old American pop song that she had heard years ago. Her fingers itched for a piece of parchment to write them down before she forget it, but she didn’t bring parchment outside with her… Blair laughed. It was pretty amusing, to think she’d bring parchment with her. Her lips started to form the words, her in-between alto and soprano voice raised into the clouds, unaware someone was behind her, “Your fingertips across my skin/The palm trees swaying in the wind, images/You sang me Spanish lullabies/The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick.”
She moved her body in an S wave as she sang louder and louder. She was getting carried away, after not singing for so long. Her brown hair was swept behind her; the sun was just a red-orange half disk as she moved her body in a more definite wave. She cut off her voice as she heard someone approaching her. She turned around in a whirlwind of brown hair.
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Sep 14 2011, 01:21 PM
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No two worlds different are so the same One appears wild, while the other tame Magic versus Muggle makes us a united kind This the Muggleborns are the first to realize and find..
Congratulations! You’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw. Now that you’ve been sorted, it’s time to claim the face you’re playing with and start to know the others. If you do have any questions, please contact a member of the staff.
Ps. You might want to take a look at the name. You use Rouge and Rogue mixed together. And upon recieving your letter, Minerva wat the deputy Headmistress.
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