It didn't take too long for Revan to leave the bar and into his truck but not alone and we see who the southern girl that has mutant powers is. The said was a young woman in her close to seventeen years old with short brown hair with white streaks at the front to form some bangs coming down the side of her face and grey yet green colored eyes with kissable lips that had purple lipsticks. Her figure was stunning from long legs, wide hips, some tone yet smooth pale skin, and a good size of breasts that would be a bit bigger for her age.
Her attire was something of emo overall from a green mesh see-through shirt that showed her black top shirt which showed her cleavage a bit & her skin covered thanks to her mesh shirt, black long gloves, a black leather skirt with matching leggings down to her black shoes, and a collar to matching bracelets to match the style of emo.
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This was Anna Marie but mainly goes by Rogue after she was disowned and later adopted by someone before leaving after some traumatic events. Her powers can steal the energy and memories of those she touches to later gain some of their abilities in a way.
Right now, Rogue was sitting in the truck that this stranger offered her and surprisingly found him comforting. Like she wasn't alone again. She looks at the ears and tail, wondering what would be like if she petted them.
"Don't...," Revan warned.
"What?" Rogue asked in surprise.
"Don't touch my ears or tail," Revan replied in a flat tone.
"I...How did you know?" Rogue asked.
"You were looking at me as if you wanted to pet a dog or cat. Not the first time someone tried to pet me," Revan smirked, recalling how Heather petted his ears out of habit and a certain snow owl did as well.
"Oh," Rogue said a bit down on that.
"Maybe later," Revan remarked, making the brown-haired southern teen smirk.
Revan smirked with a small chuckle and said, "I never catch your name."
"Rogue," She responds, making the white-haired teen raise an eyebrow but won't comment.
"How about you?"
"Revan, names Revan. And no, I don't think I did serves or maybe."
That surprised Rogue about the white-haired teen's name was Revan and some connection there. Maybe it was nothing and also saw he did have dog tags around his neck.
"You were part of the army?" Rogue asked, going with that subject rather than his name.
"Maybe...not sure to be honest. I can't remember much about my past. All I had was torn up that was slashed or burned clothes to a pair of dog tags and remains of mail with the letters of REVAN left behind," Revan explained, feeling he could share about his past there and some a familair spirit in Rogue like himself.
