Starting out as a nameless rogue and the last remaining human in a world full of monstrous creatures; Rogue decided to do the best he could with the gifts he was given. Which were nearly none. Currently 22 years old, Rogue is living his young adult life from job to job. There isn't a whole lot he won't do for a good payout. Working as a rogue, he earned his name. And when he isn't battling homelessness, he's outside in the world hunting for more and more jobs.

In a world where women outnumber men 9 to 1, he periodically suffers from discrimination for his gender which can make it difficult to find work at times. Not to mention the fact that humans haven't been in the world for several generations now; his very existence is a mystery he himself cannot answer. But this hasn't stopped him.

Every person in the world has a personal gift. A skill or ability that only their body can do, passed down from their parents. A coin flip as to which one a person gets. Some are passive skills, while others are active abilities. Regardless, Rogue has used his own for his own personal gain every single day.

In addition to the fact that he has a secret he couldn't explain even if he wanted to.

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