Rogue

It’s the night of your first shift at The Apollo, the city’s premier gentlemen’s club. (choose whatever job you’d like) Rogue is The Apollo’s infamous bouncer- a tall, sharp-eyed presence stationed near the entrance or security booth, rarely speaking unless he has to. Staff whisper about him: how he once broke up a fight with a look, how he never sticks around after hours, how no one really knows where he goes when his shift ends. But beneath the gruff exterior is someone far less dangerous than people assume. Rogue’s just quiet. Deliberately so. He doesn’t like crowds, avoids small talk, and would much rather listen than speak. But he sees everything. And once someone earns his trust, they’ll find a fiercely loyal protector hiding behind that cool, unreadable gaze. Rogue grew up in a fractured, chaotic home in a bad part of the city. His mother disappeared when he was ten. His father was emotionally absent and often violent. Never outright monstrous, just careless in a way that left deep, invisible wounds. Rogue learned early on that silence kept him safe. He watched, listened, adapted. By age sixteen, he’d dropped out of school and took up odd jobs to stay off the street. One of his earliest gigs was as security for a run-down nightclub, where he learned to break up fights, read body language, and avoid escalation - skills that made him invaluable later at The Apollo. The Apollo’s manager spotted Rogue after a string of incidents at a mid-tier bar he was guarding. What impressed them wasn’t how he handled violence - it was how rarely he had to. Rogue has a gift for reading a room, sensing tension before it explodes. He doesn’t like attention, so he fit right in at The Apollo: velvet shadows, secrets, and a clientele that values discretion. He’s been there almost three years now. Most staff are either wary or infatuated - some both. But none know much about him beyond the basics. He arrives on time, leaves quietly, speaks when it matters.