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Description

"I am no bird,
and no net ensnares me."

Introduction

Name: Wren
Nicknames: -
Pronunciation: -
Origins: An English name derived from the small songbird

Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual

Abilities: -
Familiar: -
Territory: Stonehaven
Moonphase: First Quarter Birch: Achiever
Rank: Null
Theme(s): Oh Klahoma
Physical
Height and Weight: 90 cm, 40 kg
Build: Wren boasts a tall, lean build; streamline, broad-chested, noticeably just a little more than average.
Scent: Pine and rain, underlined by the faint hint of flowers.
Voice: An abnormally deep yet rich voice which has the twinge of an accent that’s not all too identifiable (It’s a Staten Island accent. Unfortunately).
Distinguishing features: -
Characteristics: Wren, despite her size, is a wolf who holds herself with a practiced poise and careful grace; though the strength behind her is heavy in her mannerisms, she manages to not look entirely foolish in wielding both appearances.
Family and connections

Parents: Orion [Father, NPC], Starling [Mother, NPC]
Siblings: Sparrow [Eldest Sister], Loa [Sister, Littermate]
Extended Family: -

Mate: -
Offspring: -

Friends: -
Enemies: -
Personality
Eloquent, Moralistic, Impatient, Narrow-minded, Quick-tempered, Bold, Forthright, Protective

Wren is a wolf who understands that it often doesn’t matter what bullshit is being sold so long as the seller makes it sound pretty and enticing, how persuasive one can be with their words can be the end or beginning of their opinion’s influence on others, and so she has slowly found herself to be rather eloquent; always determined to have herself be heard as precise and convincing — a trait that is necessary when, having spent her entire life as someone meant to protect, she has the tendencies to make morals out of anthills. Living with a rather black and white way of thinking, her forthright nature equally inclines her to share who she thinks is deserving of disregard or support, believing herself to always be the one with good intent, and good morals.

Wren is a wolf who doesn’t intentionally find herself in social situations, but with strong opinions and a need to voice them, she’s become somewhat of the bold type; taking risks in situations some would balk at, too impatient to think of the consequences involved, she’ll wind her thoughts and her stances and bare her teeth if need be and not think twice until the dust settles.

Despite the gentle happiness of her sister, it seemed Wren inherited no such related traits when it comes to facing the world—a wildfire of emotions roost in her chest and the narrow-minded nature of a wolf who thinks there is only good and bad, her family and others, an idyllic life and magic, is a dangerous combination when paired with a nasty quick temper and the instinct to protect what she deems hers; wolf or opinion, territory or belief.
History

Wren was born to shoulder, she always thought.

The product of a fling between a forgettable male and the wolf she adored, Wren took her first breaths alongside her sister - and while she had two - it’d be Loa which she had a special connection, finding from an early age there was a difference between she and her littermate; Loa was gentle, lively in a way that Wren could never match in the way she could embody her own wildfire emotions, the ones that made her snap and bark at mother and Sparrow… but never Loa. No, Loa was warm and bright and Wren aligned with the cold exterior of their sister, if not only for the fact she didn’t understand her despite all the love she gave and felt. Wren didn’t understand herself either.

And that was fine, she didn’t need to understand anything or anyone so long as she had her sisters and her mother, wound in the center of the close bond that thrummed through them all, she loved and was loved and was there anything she needed to understand more than she understood that? Not at all.

Even if she never quite understood their mother, either. Never distant in the way Sparrow was, confusing even to a girl who thought it was her duty to protect the sister she harbored like part of her own heart, there was… a sadness so ridden within mother, like some sickness, Wren always thought. But she didn’t know why, how.

Did it matter though? At least mother was there, she didn’t have to care for them like a mother should when Sparrow cared for them just as good as one. Wren thought it was just fine - Sparrow would watch them, Wren would watch Loa, and mother, at times, curl up beside her and say nothing. Mother always fell asleep curled around the girl, Wren would only watch her doze; unable to find comfort in the sadness she felt and too imbued by love for her mother to turn away. A shoulder to lean on, she’d always been a good one. And it was fine… everything was fine, they were together and that was all that mattered.

Until it didn’t to one of them.

Man breached the shores and hidden in the harbor of their den, Wren would find herself tucked close to Loa, not out of fear, but for the fact of: was she not her sister’s keeper? Did it matter that the wildfire would face a dozen unknowns to ensure Sparrow would be safe too? No. Wren was Loa’s silent sentry, the shoulder to bear the weight of emotions she didn’t allow herself to know until they were erupting out of her control. No, she’d stay in spite of yearning to find Sparrow. To bring her home.

Wren wouldn’t regret not seeking Sparrow out that fateful night, not when Loa was safe, when mother resided. But she would grieve, quietly. For as much as she loved Sparrow, the sister she knew, the sister who raised her, that Sparrow would’ve never left without so much as a goodbye. And so, in the mind of the resentful and brokenhearted, their sister died the day man came and died beneath wolven fangs.

And as she always had, she was a shoulder for her family. Wren held Loa as she cried until brutal honesty had to draw her sister back to them. Without Sparrow, the three banded together once more, mother even began to do as Sparrow used to - though never quite as well. Loa, as always, became bright and lovely and lively, an apple in mother’s eye. Wren, as always, knew her emotions better, was learning her strengths as she soon enough outgrew even the height Sparrow used to stand at.

Wren became her family’s silent keeper. Did anyone expect anything different? Too loud in the wrong ways and too quiet similarly.

Not that it mattered, Loa and mother took to things as they became normal, even when the seasons fluttered together in such a sticky blur; seasonal deaths, sickness, those walking ghosts, personal disruption, the desperation to be all her family needed… to keep Loa warm and mother away from the sadness that once haunted her. She bore it all because her family needed her to. Whether they knew it or not

Then Osiris died.

Tundes split, she shouldn’t really be surprised, it was bursting at the seams and if you asked her, it’d have happened whether he died or not. It. You know. The fracture of Tundes (she’d become used to splitting, almost symbolically, three packs sprouted where one used to stand). It didn’t matter if she favored Stonehaven’s beliefs, if she thought Skydas would be a relief from always trying to win some elaborate pissing contest, Wren followed Loa and mother to Taika.

She was their keeper, did anyone expect anything different?

Wren did her duties well, caring for mother, keeping an eye on Loa as she tried to acclimate to a pack she didn’t align with.

And then the wave came. Loa was gone. Mother too.

She ran.

Taking refuge in Skydas brought little relief, as bodies were found in the search parties to come, Loa's was never among them; but it didn't take much wit to presume scavengers got to some, that Loa had died as mother had, and however misinformed her belief in that was, Wren in the coming days would find herself tasked with the understanding she was, at last, utterly alone.

Having failed her mother and sister, her duties to them gone, her ties to Taika nonexistent, she found herself heading for Stonehaven.
Extra
- Wren is a wolf who appears sociable but is most at peace in her hermit-like solitude or in the presence of her sister, Loa.
- Wren carries a martyr complex, often thinking “if I can shoulder it for them, it doesn’t matter if I break.”
- Wren doesn’t tend to make friends let alone desire them, preferring not to muddy her time with what she views as needless distraction.
- Wren, while not one to make friends, has found herself inclined to fleeting relationships—always fine at sparking flings before leaving her partners as quickly as she found; one could reason she tries to sate loneliness, the truth is she doesn’t quite know how to find the love she desires and is too stubborn to think of anything else.
- Wren is classifiable as a bastard despite holding herself as a wolf doing her best to be good.
- Wren is very firm on the belief that magic is unnatural and that the Kol wolves just love bullshit.

Likes:
- IM THINKING

Dislikes:
- THINKING

Trivia:
-WEEE
Player Info
Contact Preference: Discord, Notes
Roleplay Preference: Google Docs
Random Events: Opt in
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time (EST)

Description

"I am no bird,
and no net ensnares me."

Introduction

Name: Wren
Nicknames: -
Pronunciation: -
Origins: An English name derived from the small songbird

Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual

Abilities: -
Familiar: -
Territory: Stonehaven
Moonphase: First Quarter Birch: Achiever
Rank: Null
Theme(s): Oh Klahoma
Physical
Height and Weight: 90 cm, 40 kg
Build: Wren boasts a tall, lean build; streamline, broad-chested, noticeably just a little more than average.
Scent: Pine and rain, underlined by the faint hint of flowers.
Voice: An abnormally deep yet rich voice which has the twinge of an accent that’s not all too identifiable (It’s a Staten Island accent. Unfortunately).
Distinguishing features: -
Characteristics: Wren, despite her size, is a wolf who holds herself with a practiced poise and careful grace; though the strength behind her is heavy in her mannerisms, she manages to not look entirely foolish in wielding both appearances.
Family and connections

Parents: Orion [Father, NPC], Starling [Mother, NPC]
Siblings: Sparrow [Eldest Sister], Loa [Sister, Littermate]
Extended Family: -

Mate: -
Offspring: -

Friends: -
Enemies: -
Personality
Eloquent, Moralistic, Impatient, Narrow-minded, Quick-tempered, Bold, Forthright, Protective

Wren is a wolf who understands that it often doesn’t matter what bullshit is being sold so long as the seller makes it sound pretty and enticing, how persuasive one can be with their words can be the end or beginning of their opinion’s influence on others, and so she has slowly found herself to be rather eloquent; always determined to have herself be heard as precise and convincing — a trait that is necessary when, having spent her entire life as someone meant to protect, she has the tendencies to make morals out of anthills. Living with a rather black and white way of thinking, her forthright nature equally inclines her to share who she thinks is deserving of disregard or support, believing herself to always be the one with good intent, and good morals.

Wren is a wolf who doesn’t intentionally find herself in social situations, but with strong opinions and a need to voice them, she’s become somewhat of the bold type; taking risks in situations some would balk at, too impatient to think of the consequences involved, she’ll wind her thoughts and her stances and bare her teeth if need be and not think twice until the dust settles.

Despite the gentle happiness of her sister, it seemed Wren inherited no such related traits when it comes to facing the world—a wildfire of emotions roost in her chest and the narrow-minded nature of a wolf who thinks there is only good and bad, her family and others, an idyllic life and magic, is a dangerous combination when paired with a nasty quick temper and the instinct to protect what she deems hers; wolf or opinion, territory or belief.
History

Wren was born to shoulder, she always thought.

The product of a fling between a forgettable male and the wolf she adored, Wren took her first breaths alongside her sister - and while she had two - it’d be Loa which she had a special connection, finding from an early age there was a difference between she and her littermate; Loa was gentle, lively in a way that Wren could never match in the way she could embody her own wildfire emotions, the ones that made her snap and bark at mother and Sparrow… but never Loa. No, Loa was warm and bright and Wren aligned with the cold exterior of their sister, if not only for the fact she didn’t understand her despite all the love she gave and felt. Wren didn’t understand herself either.

And that was fine, she didn’t need to understand anything or anyone so long as she had her sisters and her mother, wound in the center of the close bond that thrummed through them all, she loved and was loved and was there anything she needed to understand more than she understood that? Not at all.

Even if she never quite understood their mother, either. Never distant in the way Sparrow was, confusing even to a girl who thought it was her duty to protect the sister she harbored like part of her own heart, there was… a sadness so ridden within mother, like some sickness, Wren always thought. But she didn’t know why, how.

Did it matter though? At least mother was there, she didn’t have to care for them like a mother should when Sparrow cared for them just as good as one. Wren thought it was just fine - Sparrow would watch them, Wren would watch Loa, and mother, at times, curl up beside her and say nothing. Mother always fell asleep curled around the girl, Wren would only watch her doze; unable to find comfort in the sadness she felt and too imbued by love for her mother to turn away. A shoulder to lean on, she’d always been a good one. And it was fine… everything was fine, they were together and that was all that mattered.

Until it didn’t to one of them.

Man breached the shores and hidden in the harbor of their den, Wren would find herself tucked close to Loa, not out of fear, but for the fact of: was she not her sister’s keeper? Did it matter that the wildfire would face a dozen unknowns to ensure Sparrow would be safe too? No. Wren was Loa’s silent sentry, the shoulder to bear the weight of emotions she didn’t allow herself to know until they were erupting out of her control. No, she’d stay in spite of yearning to find Sparrow. To bring her home.

Wren wouldn’t regret not seeking Sparrow out that fateful night, not when Loa was safe, when mother resided. But she would grieve, quietly. For as much as she loved Sparrow, the sister she knew, the sister who raised her, that Sparrow would’ve never left without so much as a goodbye. And so, in the mind of the resentful and brokenhearted, their sister died the day man came and died beneath wolven fangs.

And as she always had, she was a shoulder for her family. Wren held Loa as she cried until brutal honesty had to draw her sister back to them. Without Sparrow, the three banded together once more, mother even began to do as Sparrow used to - though never quite as well. Loa, as always, became bright and lovely and lively, an apple in mother’s eye. Wren, as always, knew her emotions better, was learning her strengths as she soon enough outgrew even the height Sparrow used to stand at.

Wren became her family’s silent keeper. Did anyone expect anything different? Too loud in the wrong ways and too quiet similarly.

Not that it mattered, Loa and mother took to things as they became normal, even when the seasons fluttered together in such a sticky blur; seasonal deaths, sickness, those walking ghosts, personal disruption, the desperation to be all her family needed… to keep Loa warm and mother away from the sadness that once haunted her. She bore it all because her family needed her to. Whether they knew it or not

Then Osiris died.

Tundes split, she shouldn’t really be surprised, it was bursting at the seams and if you asked her, it’d have happened whether he died or not. It. You know. The fracture of Tundes (she’d become used to splitting, almost symbolically, three packs sprouted where one used to stand). It didn’t matter if she favored Stonehaven’s beliefs, if she thought Skydas would be a relief from always trying to win some elaborate pissing contest, Wren followed Loa and mother to Taika.

She was their keeper, did anyone expect anything different?

Wren did her duties well, caring for mother, keeping an eye on Loa as she tried to acclimate to a pack she didn’t align with.

And then the wave came. Loa was gone. Mother too.

She ran.

Taking refuge in Skydas brought little relief, as bodies were found in the search parties to come, Loa's was never among them; but it didn't take much wit to presume scavengers got to some, that Loa had died as mother had, and however misinformed her belief in that was, Wren in the coming days would find herself tasked with the understanding she was, at last, utterly alone.

Having failed her mother and sister, her duties to them gone, her ties to Taika nonexistent, she found herself heading for Stonehaven.
Extra
- Wren is a wolf who appears sociable but is most at peace in her hermit-like solitude or in the presence of her sister, Loa.
- Wren carries a martyr complex, often thinking “if I can shoulder it for them, it doesn’t matter if I break.”
- Wren doesn’t tend to make friends let alone desire them, preferring not to muddy her time with what she views as needless distraction.
- Wren, while not one to make friends, has found herself inclined to fleeting relationships—always fine at sparking flings before leaving her partners as quickly as she found; one could reason she tries to sate loneliness, the truth is she doesn’t quite know how to find the love she desires and is too stubborn to think of anything else.
- Wren is classifiable as a bastard despite holding herself as a wolf doing her best to be good.
- Wren is very firm on the belief that magic is unnatural and that the Kol wolves just love bullshit.

Likes:
- IM THINKING

Dislikes:
- THINKING

Trivia:
-WEEE
Player Info
Contact Preference: Discord, Notes
Roleplay Preference: Google Docs
Random Events: Opt in
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time (EST)