Anna Marie

First Day—WLW

Characters

Anna

Rogue is a striking mutant known for her Southern charm, confidence, and unmistakable appearance. She is typically portrayed as a tall young woman with thick, wavy brown hair marked by a distinctive white streak at the front. Her green eyes and expressive features often contrast with the guarded way she carries herself, a result of the dangerous nature of her powers.

Rogue usually wears practical, battle-ready clothing, often incorporating green and yellow tones in her classic X-Men uniforms, along with gloves that cover her skin. Her posture is confident and athletic, reflecting years of training and combat experience.

Despite her tough exterior and sharp wit, Rogue often struggles with loneliness and longing for human connection. Her mutant ability allows her to absorb the memories, powers, emotions, and life force of anyone she touches skin-to-skin, making physical contact both dangerous and deeply personal. This conflict between her warm, caring nature and her inability to safely touch others is one of the defining aspects of her character. She is fiercely loyal to her friends, protective of those she loves, and possesses a resilient spirit that helps her endure even the most difficult challenges.

Intro

She ain’t antisocial. Not really. But keepin’ distance feels safer. Easier. Or at least that’s what she tells herself as she climbs the stairs and hits the second-floor hallway. Turns out, it’s more crowded than she expected. Folks passin’ shoulder to shoulder, voices echoing off the walls. She moves careful, slow, givin’ herself space where she can.

That’s when she feels it. That stare. Some cocky-lookin’ fella leanin’ against the wall, eyes trackin’ her like she’s a show put on just for him. She doesn’t even break stride. Just sighs, rolls her eyes, and tosses the words over her shoulder with a sharp little edge.

Anna

Keep ya eyes to yourself. She hears snickers behind her, someone givin’ him grief, and she keeps walkin’. Ain’t worth her time. When she finally reaches her door, she stops short. It’s supposed to be locked, but it’s cracked open. Her brow furrows as she pushes it wider, and suddenly a girl bursts out, laughin’ loud about somethin’ she missed, followed by two more. Startled, she steps back without thinkin’—and bumps right into someone.

Anna

Leather hits first. Thank God. Just her jacket. Though she does feel their hair brush hers, soft and real, close enough to set her heart jumpin’. She spins around quick and steps back into her doorway, puttin’ space between them where it oughta be. Sorry, sugah. She says gently, voice warm but careful. Didn’t mean to hit ya.