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[.Lunarsky.]

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.:On The Surface:.
.:Name:. Her name is Rogue which is pronounced rōg
.:Meaning behind Name:. Rogue means to be a dishonest or worthless person or in other words a scoundrel
.:Aliases and Nicknames:. She will respond to any form of Rogue you can come up with and she might respond to Luma depending on how she's feeling

.:Gender:. Rouge despite her somewhat gruesome appearance is a female
.:Why female:. I believe that it would be better for her character to be female

.:Age:. She is about 18 years old
.:Birthday:. Rouge's birthday is on November 17

.:Size:. She is rather small for a jmd
.:Body shape:. Rouge has long legs and is very lean

.: Rogue's personality:.
Sarcastic-Intelligent- Flirty- cruel- independent

.:Getting Deeper:.

.:Zodiac:. Rogue is a Scorpio

.:Likes:.
Evergreen trees- Her mother's eyes were the color of evergreens and everytime Rogue sees them she thinks of her mother
The cold- Rogue's favorite time of the day is the early morning when frost still clings to the ground and you can see your own breath
Hunting- She enjoys the thrill of catching her own meals
Swimming- Rogue is an excellent swimmer, and it is one of her favorite pass times
Full moons- She enjoys this because even at night she can still see the forest
Climbing- Rogue likes to jump from branch to branch just to see how high she can go

.:dislikes:.
Extreme heat- It reminds her of the night of the fire
Summer- The temperature sends all of her prey underground until nightfall
Too much noise noise- noise distracts Rogue from what ever she is doing
Parties- Too many jmds make it far to hard for Rogue to pinpoint her next victim
Sweets- To Rogue they taste unnatural and odd
Bright colors- It is the same with the noise. Bright colors are much to distracting

.:Rouge's love life/ Relationship with the Angel Jmd:.
(Note- this was done with my version of #101 eventually I will put his side of the story on his form)

Rouge was only 12 when her parents died, and after that she became the monster we all know and fear today. This did not leave much time for her to get romantic with anyone. The only time in her short life when she can remember having any sort of romantic feelings for someone ,or at least as romantic as someone like her can have, started when Rogue was 15. When she first saw him he was just another target to her. Just some sad soul lost in the wrong part of the forest.
Rogue stalked as close as she dared before attacking him. He turned around to look at her as though he sensed her presence. For the first time Rogue saw her prey's eyes. They looked far too old to belong to him; it was if they had seen things that would even make Rogue reel in horror. They were startlingly beautiful to Rogue, and she felt all of the fight drain out of her body. Next she noticed his wings. The fur on her back raised up in fear and her feet tensed to run. The handsome jmd had angel wings. Rogue didn't know what he was. She didn't even know what she was, but she could tell that this was the enemy of her kind. He could kill her in a second if the angel saw her, and she wasn't scared at all. The angel who was probably was around her age rose to his feet and walked back towards the trail that led out of the forest. Rogue decided to do the only reasonable thing at this point. She flew after him.
The boy walked straight back to his home, and Rogue got to find out where her angel ,as she lovingly called him, lived. From hearing people talked she learned his name was Elijah. Watching Elijah became her new pass time. Rogue found out about his friends, his family, and even a little bit about his love life. That last part always put her on edge.
Rogue soon found out that the boy she loved was not too popular in school. Eli was too smart for them and according to the bullies, his angel wings made him look 'girly'. Rogue despised these dragons with all of her heart. How dare they tease her poor angel! They did not know what a grave mistake they had made. One day when the two that bullied him the most were alone Rogue launched her attack
She ripped at their wings and eyes. The female dragon made sure to move to fast for the bullies to ever get a clear view on what she looked like. When Rogue was satisfied that the two were damaged enough, she allowed them to escape. The two didn't go to school for a few days, and this seemed to make Eli very happy. That made it all worth it to her. When the two came back they were the ones being tormented. Their class mates pointed out the pair's scars and injuries. Rogue had damaged one's wings so bad that it was unlikely he would ever fly again. The thought made her smile that the pain she caused for once actually had a reason behind it. It had been for the boy she loved, even if he didn't know she existed. Rogue had become her angel's guardian angel.

.:How she got like this:.

My parents gave me the name Luma. Lumière in french meant light, and my parents thought it would be a cute idea to name me after my fur. My coat was a bright yellow, the color of a candle in a dark room and it seemed to give off a faint glow. Everyone remarked on how lovely it was and how well it complemented my strange eyes. My eyes were a dull red but instead of making me look evil or scary, when they were paired with my yellow coat they seemed to be the accents of a candle’s flame. I wasn’t so beautiful that I made people stop and stare, but I guess I was pretty.
My parents ran a small convenience store right outside city limits. We weren’t rich, but I was happy. I was always very friendly and this led to me being very popular as I got a little older. Everyone loved me from my friends, to my teachers, and even the owners’ of local stores. They all said my future was bright. I loved my life and I never even thought about the possibility that it might not always be this perfect.
One night at about 2 am I was awoken by a searing heat running down my back. It felt like my skin was literally melting off. I threw the cover of my small body and dashed out of my bedroom to see flames shooting up into the sky. I screamed in fear and confusion. I could hear my mother try to answer my desperate cries.
“Run Luma!” She screamed at me, but the fire had already consumed my path to safety. Instead of escaping, I had to hear my own mother being roasted alive. I could here every scream and whimper of pain as the fire scorched away at her body but that didn’t matter to me right then. I could grieve later, what was important now was surviving. It didn’t matter that if I did survive I would probably be an orphan. It didn’t matter that I’d probably be disfigured by burns. All that mattered was that I got to keep on living. I new the only way to get out was to get up and over the white hot flames. I began to beat my wings. I felt my paws lift off the ground, and I forced my wings to beat harder. That was when I first felt the smoke. It forced itself through my nose and mouth and into my fragile lungs. I began to get dizzy. I felt the brief sensation of falling then a sickening snap. After that everything went black.
Perhaps if I had woken up in a hospital with some random nurse holding my paw telling me it would be alright then this would be the end of my story and the continuation of Luma’s. I didn’t though. When I awoke I had the feeling that several hours had passed. The first thing I saw were two full grown jmds wearing firefighter uniforms standing over my tiny 12 year old body.
“Should we call the paramedics?” The first on asked
“Nah, she’ll die in a few hours anyway. Even if she did live she’d be an orphan. Just leave her here.” The second one replied. I wanted to scream at the two not to leave me. For the first time in my life I felt real hate for someone. My loathing for the two of them was a hot as the fire that had done this to me. I wanted to tear them apart limb by limb then leave them struggling for life on the ground just like they had left me. Once again darkness flooded my vision.
When I regained consciousness for the second time I began to feel the extent of my injuries. Pain like I had never felt before shot up from my legs. I looked down at my forelegs to see most of my fur signed away, the little bit I had left was black as coal. After several attempts I managed to climb to my feet, but only to fall back down a second later from the pain in my shoulder. It was definitely broken. I forced myself to get up and walk through the pain. My throat was just as burnt as the rest of me, and my body begged for water. I stumbled upon a clear stream, but I nearly screamed when I saw my reflection
My wings were made up bones. I commanded them to flap and they did despite not having any muscle attached to them. I felt myself rise a few inches into the air, and then gently fall back down. My tail was the same way. Even my jewel had changed. When I went to sleep before the fire it was a light pink, now it was as dark as coal. The only thing that stayed the same about me were my strange scarlet eyes. I wasn't angry over my new appearance, actually was strangely satisfying. This was my new start in life even if I was a monster. I wasn't Luma anymore; because Luma had died in the fire. I was this. A strange thought entered my head. If I wasn’t Luma who was I? My mother always used to tell me when I was younger that I wasn’t allowed to play with some of the boys because they were rogues. I always loved the way the word rogue rolled of my tongue, and I though it would be an acceptable new name.

So I guess I should introduce myself now, my name is Rogue.

I had to learn to live without my parents or any of the comfort items I had grown up with like running water, food you could buy at a store, and other jmds. My burns healed extremely quickly, and my fur grew back. It wasn’t the lovely yellow I was born with. My coat was a mix of grays and red, and honestly I loved the new look. I got used to my new appearance and learned to survive. I taught myself to hunt and how to scavenge, but the most important lesson I learned was what it was like to be in control for once.
I was hunting a squirrel one day when I saw the boy. He was about 12 and was all alone. Without even thinking about it, I rushed over to the young dragon. He looked like he was having so much fun just rolling in the grass. I was like that once. With one quick movement my teeth were buried in his flesh. I put one paw over his face so that he couldn’t scream for help. It was so exhilarating knowing that for even just a few seconds I controlled someone’s life. I got to decide if he lived or died. I tried to force myself to deliver the killing blow, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was how I’d suffered without my parents and how I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. I let him go. He ran away while screaming his head off leaving me alone in the field.
I was so intrigued by the feeling of attacking someone I did it again. And again. And again. All for that few seconds of control. I could never make myself kill my victims though. Well, all accept one, but that is another story though. When I took the occasional visit to the city, always covering my wings and tail something, I could here the rumors. ‘Don’t go into the forest! There is something dangerous in there!’ I loved knowing that I was the reason mothers were scared to let their children out of their sight and people shivered with fear and the mention of the forest. I learned to be constantly on the move so that I was never caught.
I continued living my new life. I hunted and fished. I maimed the unwary traveler. It was good.

.:Forms of Art:.

I chose to make a post for my shorts stories and poems because of how long they were Link

.:By me:.

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.:By others:.

By ~ThreeDaysGrace~

Major WIP

[Vulpine-Poltergeist]

"Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see
This our town of Halloween!"

Name: Arok

My name? You dare to ask my name? ...Just kidding, it's Arok.

Gender: Male
Backstory/ How it became like this:

"Come on Arok, or are you a scaredy-cat?" "No, I'm coming, Thorius!" Had to include my very devious JMD, just had to.. I followed the cream and turquoise Jewel Mane Dragon with a brown jewel into an abandoned candy shop. Despite being the new kid in town, Thorius had already made it clear that he was not to be challenged- despite having no parents, and only moving here because there was no longer any room in the orphanage he was in.

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween"

Love Life:
Relationship with other 100 JMD:

"I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair"

Personality:
Arok may seem frightening, scary, aggressive and certainly a nightmare... At first. When he's around close friends, he's an absolute love bug, but still holds some of his aggressive behaviors by biting friends when he's had enough. However, even his friends know that he can become a monster quicker than you can blink. And when he becomes a "monster"... *shudders*
Art:

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town, don't we love it now
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll scream!

Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green

Aren't you scared
Well, that's just fine

Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everybody scream

In our town of Halloween"

Going Deeper

Favorite animal:

Guinea Pigs. Their "popcorning" habit amuses me.

"I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the who when you call, Who's there?
I am the wind blowing through your hair

I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare

That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween

In this town
Don't we love it now

Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy

Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!"

WIP~

[deerly.]

Reseved

~sets up tent~