- Intro Video
- Who Am I...
Cactus Wren.. but you may call me Wren
- Romantic Interests
- My Story Is...
That’s the odd thing about Wren, Nobody knew much about her. She was generally quiet and rather intimidating. Rumor has it that she was a part of a major accident as a child (hence her scars and damaged leg.) She’s lived in the desert for as long as anyone had known her and it was unclear where her origins are.
- My Appearance
Wren is a relatively tan, tall, strongly built woman with sandy blonde hair. Her eyes are a piercing yellow and often scan her surroundings like a hawk. She has a long scar that stretched from her right upper lip down to the base of her neck, as well as two larger scars across the back of her neck. She walked with a limp, as a large chunk of muscle had been clawed out of her left leg. She usually could be seen wearing a tan headscarf that swept over her shoulders and hung down her body in tattered rags. She wore a faded red shirt and loose brown linen pants. Another tan scarf was tied snugly against her waste as a belt which held a sheath for her long sword. Also on her belt hung a red coyote tail, as well as a rabbit skin pouch. On her feet were brown leather boots. Overall she was foreign looking to say the least.
Her long sword, the coyote tail, and her rabbit skin pouch.
- My Secrets Are...
Many, but you can survive without them for now.
- I Believe...
That even the most broken people are still capable of great things.