i'll put a bullet through my head

[ACEZ!]

wren
MY LEGS ARE DANGLING OFF THE EDGE
THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTLE IS MY ONLY FRIEND
I THINK I'LL SLIT MY WRISTS AGAIN AND I'M GONE, GONE, GONE, GONE

NAME... Wren
AGE... 39 months
GENDER... female
YEAR CREATED... year one
SEASON CREATED... summer
SPECIES... North China Leopard

APPEARANCE...

Her body whispers strong, powerful. When she walks, the muscles glisten underneath a short pelt of spotted fur. When she talks, her fangs shine the strangest gleam of ivory. And her grey eyes spark with an undying flame. Although she is female, her large size and rather boyish attitude could be mistaken for male. Her spots, which are common in almost all leopard species, are in straight pattern, one spot following the other covering her entire body. The spots in size are rather small around her face, growing in size as it changes to her neck and throughout her body. With long teeth and claws, she proves to a vicious predator. Often she has a lackadaisical frown on her lips and more often, a snarl. Her back and back legs are covered with crisscrossed scars, and her ears are nearly nonexistent on her head, as they have bitten off and scratched off. She can be a little hard of hearing, but mostly she uses her ears as an excuse not to listen to complainers or whiners.

PERSONALITY...

Wren is not lazy, she merely 'lacks motivation' and hates to be even thought of lazy. She enjoys sleep and hates effort, work and often will slack off from hunting for an extra moments of sleep. In fact, Wren is known to slack off and disappear for hours on end. Some have tried to follow her, but she either disappears, or they find that she does nothing but sleep. Lenient when it comes to punishment and responsibilities, and laid back to the rest of the cats and the dangers of the world, Wren is run-by-the-mill, wherever the flow of the world takes her. Floating down the river and over the waterfall with the rest of the driftwood. Get past her 'lack of motivation', and you find a strictly loyal, if not pessimistic person. Her loyalty comes straight from the heart, and though it takes some time, she will fight for anything she believes in, and has proven her loyalty by the scars she bears.

Her pessimism comes from a past filled with hurt and bitterness. In fact, her sarcastic tongue and rebellious nature comes from rebelling against her father. With a sharp wit, and even sharper tongue, Wren is brutal with her insults and is known to lose her temper in the worse of ways, driving people to the point where they want to attack. The bitterness that she can show to an enemy can make people stop and stare, so similar to her father that she will turn on any clan mate that say she's her father's daughter. Of course, now a day, Wren is shown reluctant respect and sometimes admiration, which she laps up shyly, frowning and laughing at any compliment she receives.

However, Wren is a joker, a laugher and has a habit of nick-naming anyone and everyone she sees. She has a habit of laughing in the face of danger, and giggling while she bleeds, her habit of coping with pain. Her father taught her the hard way how to fight and properly defend herself, the cause of most of the scars on her body, half of the stuff she knows comes from her father's secret training, not her mentor. Not only that, she can make hell freeze over with the words that pour from her mouth when she gets angry. So, just watch where you step.

Another trait of Wren, that could be confused for being sadistic, is her bluntness. Wren never dodges the truth. She tells it as she sees, and her words can shock people, anger them. Although she lies frequently to skip out on duties, she never holds back in fright that she might hurt someone or scare them. Not known for being the wisest or fastest or even the oldest, Wren has strength, an inability to be consumed by lies or perish by a cruel hand. Known for her strength in batte, and her strength in words, Wrenstar, in the most troubling of times, has contagious charisma, that truly makes people strong when she opens her mouth to speak and to defend her clan.

HISTORY... Wren's history begins with her parents. Feather was a wild she-cat, with a heart made out of gold, but insatiable thirst for adventure. Chazz was a lurking loner who had saved Feather when she crossed into the paws of some crazed, bloodthirsty rogues, with a bone to pick with the cat. Having fallen head over heels for the bloodthirsty one, Feather brought him home. . Soon, Wren and Riot were born, their third sibling stillborn and buried right away. Both Chazz and Feather loved their kits with all their hearts, and wasn't until six moons, when Wren and Riot were a couple of seasons old, Feather was killed over a skirmishes. Chazz went ballistic and left his kids for a night, returning huffing and puffing with blood on his paw. Wrenstar remembers watching her father bury her mother, snarling at any cat that tried to show any grievances or tried to help the tom.

Chazz was harsh, and soon, after many incidents left his kids. Wren only saw him once, when she buried her brother by paw. He helped her dig his grave and when the last paw of soil lay on the top, he attacked. Pulled her tail, took her ears and left her bleeding in the dust. The last words she heard before going near deaf, you aren't worth the life you were given.

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