Wren Pinion

Details

Wren is fierce, and it’s showing. With her full head of curly hair and round, greenish eyes, that can pierce through everybody. She has a warm, bronze skin-tone, which is a result of het mixed heritage. Wren can have this old soul look on her face, almost melancholy, showing little emotion. It had this certain softness, but is almost scary when she combines it with her characterizing face-paint. Wren is tall, slender and had a very athletic build, from all the tree climbing and travelling she soes through the Adelian Rain Forest. She always wears her hair loose, with the front locks bound up to keep them from her face. Her Lost Serpent sigil is burned on her left side, on her ribs.

Demeanour

Wren is nimble and quick on her feet. She is made for the rainforest, prowling through the trees like some kind of panther. Wren has this air around her that is both aloof and threatening at the same time. Most of the time she acts like she does not care. She is very closed, which makes her unapproachable and mysterious.

Clothing

Practical, basically stitched up and collected clothing she owns, in a variety of materials. Leather, furs, cotton, metal, you name it. It is a collection of sorts that somehow makes sense. She usually carries a lot of small pouches where she collects all her goods the forests provides. She also has plenty of (hidden) sheaths to carry her collection of knives.

Wren is a very closed person. She will keep all her feelings close to her chest, usually coming over very uninterested. And usually she is not interested. She is pretty much a moody teenager, not wanting to do everything with her superiors. She lashes out quicky when people keep prodding into her. She is bad company, cannot hold a proper conversation, does not have a charming bone in her body and rarely speaks out what is on her mind.

Wren is very hard-working and resourceful. She will do what is necessary for her tribe and is a quick thinker. Wren is well learned about her surroundings and the flora and fauna in the forest. She is very aware of her surroundings, usually coming from her magic, hearing from the animals around her what is happening. Wren is very down-to-earth and had a strong no-nonsense believe. Life sucks? Too bad, just soldier on.

Wren is very adventurous, so she will usually have little adventures on her own. She likes to get lost in the complex forest. She can be very on the line of being brave and careless. It is at these times that she feels most herself. Wren has a very tiny heart and is actually quite soft on the inside. But her coping system is to not let it show and build this huge walls around herself. She is the only one that can protect herself.

Parents

Wren has affinity with animal communication. From a very young age, she could sense the animals around her trying to communicate with her. She kind of just grew in it, having nobody to really teach her. Over the years she has had many pets, usually little critters that she could find in the rainforest. She used to help injured animals, nurse them back to health before setting them free again. Usually birds and other small rodents.

Wren feels how animals feel, but the communication is usually quite one-sided. She however can approach most wild animals closer than other druids and adjust herself to a animals need. She will rarely use animals, seeing them more as friends than a tool. She is very harmonious with other animals and usually will leave them be, except when they need help.

Wren is very talented with snakes. As soon as the tribe discovered her abilities, she was asked if she could collect snake venom. Venom and poison is a big part of the Lost Serpent tribe. Wren is very loyal to her tribe, so with a bit reluctance, she started to focus on snakes. She now can, with varied success, retrieve snake venom.

Childhood

The Lost Serpent tribe is a very closed of tribe to outsiders. But a group of druids travelled to Aeredale, somehow falling into good favours with the tribe members. It was because they were druids of Avalon descent that made them tolerable. Among those druids was Bjalf Hallfrid. The man fell in love with a young woman from the tribe. From their very short and passionate love, a child was born. But when Wren was born, Bjalf Hallfrid was long gone, oceans away.

Wren had a fairly happy childhood. Her mother was still very young, but she raised her all by herself. She was a kind and soft woman, which gave Wren a lot of freedom, as long as she stayed safe. Wren would be usually be very guarded in her home in the treetops. The Adelian Rainforest is not a very safe place for a child to grow up, but is was home nonetheless. She spend her early years high up the trees, climbing higher than she probably should, speaking to her bird and lemur friends.

Early teens

Once she was old enough to be an apprentice, she only then really started to learn about Avalon culture and especially the true history. She knew about the Crimson Raid, but her home always had felt peaceful to her. But like any other child of the Lost Serpent tribe, she soon got indoctrinated to hate every type of outsider. She learned how to wield weapons, learned about the wildlife surrounding their settlement. She loved exploring the wildlife even more. But what she also started to learn was that her bloodline was muddled with outsider blood. Her mother always had told her nothing but nice stories about her father, that he had to leave because he had important business to attend and that they maybe they would see him again. But the other members of the tribe thought differently. Wren was worth less then them, bullied by her heritage and that had started to harden the young girl. Around this time she met a young wood elf, Florentin. She at first was very nervous to approach him, because he was not of the lost serpent tribe. But soon he became her only real friend.

Late teens

This was the start to make her more rebellious. She started to wander out of camp more often on her own. She already felt like she had to do everything on her own, so she did everything on her own. She started to rebel more against her mother, who was the one she blamed most of the hand that she had been dealt. This was the time she spend more and more time with snakes to harvest the venom to prove to the tribe that she was worth something.

Wren became very competitive, desperate to prove herself. She took up more and more training, wanting to have that sigil mark burned on her as soon as possible. But one time she returned home to see the whole town in chaos. There had been a skirmish at the borders that had gotten out of hand. Travellers from Lemuria wanted to pass through the forest and they had been refused. Then a fight had erupted and people died, including her mother. Wren was now truly alone, losing all the family she had left. She always blamed herself for not being there and being a bad daughter for the past few years. Wren had passed her ritual to earn her sigil at her eighteenth birthday.