I'm still working on her written profile. I'll put it up here eventually. I know a lot about her already it just comes down to getting it written. I'm looking forward to being able to rp her, she should be fun.
I realized after I had finished this that I didn't draw her tail. Oh well, she's supposed to have a tail.
Begin Your Story
Name : Wrenn
Gender : Female
Nation : Saarjan
Age : 114
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Marital Status : Single
Race : Cat Laguz
Occupation : Bard
Class : N/A
Tell Me The Facts
Height : 5’6”
Weight : 119lbs
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Red
Build : Slim, somewhat lanky.
Scars/Wounds : Nothing noticeable.
Shape Your Future
Personality : Wrenn is what one would describe as an ‘interesting’ woman. She is by no means ladylike, spending most of her time growing up around her father and brothers. She will always defend herself and rarely gets intimidated by people even when she should. Living most of her life in the harsh desert of Saarjan she has seen her fair share of fighting and usually the sight of blood doesn’t bother her.
She is usually kind and compassionate, but she can have a terrible temper. Wrenn is also quite stubborn and usually thinks she’s right in most situations. She also has a strong sense of justice and hates seeing people oppressed or bullied. She often shows pity toward those who are oppressed, often to her detriment. She may seem naïve at times but she’s actually quite practical.
Most of Wrenn’s life was uneventful. Her family moved to Saarjan from Gallia when she was young. She has little memory of the lush forests of her forefathers. When her brothers came of age they left the desert and travelled back to Gallia seeking new opportunities. She hasn’t heard from them since.
Her father had become a merchant in that time, selling ornate weapons at a stall in the markets of Saarjan. Wrenn had started playing music in taverns and on street corners to earn money, though it wasn’t much, she enjoyed it just the same. Her father started to travel a lot for his work, leaving Wrenn alone with her mother, who had been growing ill in the recent years. They received letters from him often when he was away but then the letters stopped coming. Wrenn kept sending letters in hopes one would reach her father. Then her mother passed away and she had nothing left. It was then that she decided to set out in search of her father.
She travelled out of the desert for the first time in years and into the beorc nation of Begnion. After inquiring at a few villages she had caught her father’s trail which lead her to a strange place, an old fortress. It seemed abandoned at first glance but upon inspection she noticed it was guarded.
Wrenn managed to sneak into the fortress and was horrified with what she discovered in the depths. Hundreds of Laguz in cages, some sick and emaciated. Others had been changed, changed into shells of their former selves, Feral Ones. After eavesdropping on the beorc she found inside the fortress, Wrenn was shocked to hear they were experimenting on the Laguz attempting to recreate the formula for creating Feral Ones, and even trying to “improve” it.
She searched the cages looking for her father when she heard a horrible sound, a man screaming for help. But something in the man’s voice spoke to how hopeless he must have felt. Wrenn could not ignore it. Transforming into her Laguz form she fought off the men inside the man’s cage. It was then that she caught a glimpse of the man she knew was responsible for all of this, but instead of going after him she stopped to help the man that had been screaming. To her surprise it was a dragon. He looked thin and weak, most likely starved to keep him from fighting back.
Wrenn offered to get him out of the fortress, and after an argument between the two the dragon agreed. But Wrenn wasn’t finished there yet. She followed a familiar scent, her father was close. She stopped in front of a cage, this was the one she was looking for. But what she found was no longer her father. He was feral. Long ago there would have been a way to help him but now, she didn’t know. “I can’t just leave him here.” She told the dragon as she unsheathed her dagger. But as much as she wanted to end her father’s pain, as much as the twisted creature in front of her didn’t resemble him, deep down she knew and she was paralyzed.
“Let me.” The dragon spoke up. It was obvious she couldn’t do it, so after a long moment of contemplation she agreed, giving her dagger to the dragon. She waited outside the cell, not even able to watch. But she heard it. The sound the feral tiger had made sent a shiver down her spine. They did not linger any longer, the two quickly left the fortress.
A few miles away they made camp. The dragon was still far too weak to fight and they both knew it. Wrenn didn’t feel comfortable leaving him in the state he was in so she offered to let him come with her to Saarjan. After a couple hours of convincing and another argument they agreed and set out together for Saarjan.
The dragon has been staying with her for a few months now and she has been trying to have some semblance of a normal life again, but while harboring a fugitive makes that all very complicated.
Graham - Father, Tiger Laguz (deceased)
Eleanor - Mother, Cat Laguz (deceased)
Marshall - Older Brother, Tiger Laguz
Eric - Older Brother, Cat Laguz
+-+ Beorc Form. Like all laguz Wrenn is weaker in her beorc form.
+-+ Fire. Like all beast laguz Wrenn is susceptible to fire-based magic and just generally hates fire.
+-+ Stubborn. Wrenn’s tendency to not back down from a fight often gets her into trouble when she underestimates her foe.
+-+ Temper. Wrenn gets mad easily and if she gets especially angry she will start a fight, not caring who she takes one.
-+- Speed. In both of her forms Wrenn is quick on her feet, able to dodge enemy attacks with ease.
-+- Scent. Like most beast laguz Wrenn had a very keen sense of smell, useful when searching for people or pinpointing an enemy location.
-+- Brave. Wrenn is headstrong and won’t back down when threatened.
-+- Strong-willed. If Wrenn is taken by a cause she will support it with all she has, never giving in and always fighting for what she believes in.
Personal Quotes :
“That may work on all the ladies where you’re from but not on me.”
“You know, you really are being an ass. It’s quite unbecoming.” “If you want to stay alive just trust me.”
Friend or Foe : Unknown
Artwork and Character belong to A. Kliegl