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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 9:40 pm
Name: Wren
Age: 21
Biography: Wren was born to a poor family, his father left soon after however and for the first five years of his life Wren was raised by his mother. She did her best for him, and he knew it too, so the young boy did what he could to make his mother's life easier. He was happy with their life despite how little they possessed, but then one day all his joy vanished. You see, there was a group of nobles passing through the small town in which he lived and one of them had taken quite a liking to his mother. She refused his advances repeatedly but the man would not give up, he was spoiled, as so many 'higher class' citizens are, and determined to have his way. The noble sent his men to capture the female, this was the beginning of a chain of events that would forever change the boy's life.
The men arrived and demanded his mother come with them, but she resisted. Wren, who had only just come home and was unaware of what was going on, walked right up to the door to go inside when he was snatched by the collar of his shirt. Either she left with them or they would kill her boy one of the men said. Well, that just would not do. No one threatened her, let alone her son. She attacked swiftly and accurately, disabling the men before they had time to realize what was going on. Blood dripped from the daggers which had suddenly appeared in her hands. Her eyes turned cold as did her voice as she spoke to them. If they ever appeared in front of her again she would finish the job. You see, Althea was kind, patient, and loving when it came to her son, but to all others she was quite ruthless, not to mention her temper...
That was the night Wren learned the truth. That his mother was not the simple peasant woman he had known her to be. She was actually someone of high standing, this depended greatly on who you asked though. Althea Mae Pierce, Wren's mother, was the Queen of Thieves. She claimed to have kept this from him because she wished a different, better, life for him. He soon discovered the truth about his father as well. That the man who had been one of his mother's most trusted and her lover had not simply abandoned them but had tried to turn Althea, along with her band of thieves, in to the authorities but was caught and disposed of before he could. A thief and a traitor, that's what his parents were...so what did that make him? The young Wren didn't know what to believe anymore and ran away.
Oddly enough, the place he chose to hide in was full of books. This was odd because Wren had never really liked reading, he much preferred playing outdoors. He didn't feel like playing that day though, just wanted to be alone. Eventually he did start to look around the shop and flip through some of the books. One story in particular caught his eye, it was about a thief called Robin Hood. Was his mother like this person? The boy had no idea. He decided then the person that he would be. A thief, like his mother, but one who helped people...most people anyway. Despite the fact that his mother had kept this from him she had cared for and raised him. His father on the other hand had not only abandoned them but tried to betray them for money and that noble had been the cause of this, his men had even held a knife to the young boy's neck. He would be different from them, if nothing else so that he could prove to himself not all men were bad.
It was late morning when he returned home. He told his mother what he wished to do and with a sigh she accepted this. Something had changed within him and she knew there was no point in trying to dissuade him. The boy had made up his mind so instead she would give him tips and tricks. One of the phrases she told him the most was 'Words are your greatest weapon so use them wisely.' Wren thought he knew what she meant back then but there was another meaning to them than the one he had assumed, one he will soon find out. He grew to be one of the best, stealthy as a cat, quiet as the whispering wind and deadly as a rampaging bear. With this new life he also chose a new name, Wren. Only those he trusts have a chance at learning his true name and even then it is unlikely. His reason for coming here is one that only he knows.
Personality: Wren is charming when he wants to be. He doesn't trust easily and carries a rather strong dislike of males due to his past. Wren likes his secrets and is not one to give them away easily. He doesn't care if people know his occupation. It's what he enjoys and it's not like he steals from everyone, just those he feels should be a bit more generous. If you're able to get close enough to him for Wren to count you as a true friend count yourself lucky. He is willing to risk everything, even his life, to protect those dear to him.
Abilities/Powers: Will be revealed in time.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:07 pm
 яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟
₩яεη
ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ!
Action! "Speech!"
мσσ∂:
συтfιт:
¢σмραиу:
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:32 am
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! There she was again, her back turned to him like always. The same woman who had been plaguing his dreams for months now. He had no idea who she was, if he knew her that is, or if it even was a her. It certainly appeared that way, long hair, slender frame, a soft musical voice, but maybe she was actually some manner of creature that could take on a form not it's own. Whatever the case, he always thought of the person as a her. She was usually in front of him but no matter how much he tried Wren just couldn't reach her. Sometimes she was still, other times she would be running, either in front of him or next to him and laughing softly and calling for him to follow. He did to, against every instinct that told him she would bring trouble he followed her path. Even when he knew she was bringing him to his death, that's how it always ended. He would follow after her like a love sick puppy and next thing he knew he was falling into nothingness.
The male's eyes snapped open as he jerked up into a sitting position. His breathing was labored and sweat drenched his body. It had been like this for months now. He would suddenly wake up, covered in sweat and frightened, but why? Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair then pulled himself out of the bed. Shower first...or practice? He was likely to sweat again during his morning routine so he decided to do that first. Why take a shower only to get dirty and have to do so again? Closing his eyes, the man calmed himself further and slowed his rapid heart rate to a more normal one. With that finished he began, push-ups first, followed by sit-ups, backhand flips, handstands and all other manner of exercises to help him stay fit and limber. With all the training he did Wren could have become a professional Olympic athlete but that was not what he wished to do. He loved what he did though, and not just for the thrill. Often times he would treat it like a game though.
Just as he finished and started heading for the bathroom to shower off a sharp pain rocketed through his skull, causing the man to fall to his knees with his head in his hands. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. The pain had come hard, fast and paralyzing, He wouldn't be moving for the next few moments for sure, it was hard to even stay in the kneeling position he was in and the man soon dropped to the floor, hoping, praying that this would pass soon. His head was clutched in his hands as if that would somehow lessen the pain and blood began to trickle from his lip.
мσσ∂: In pain, wishing I was dead
συтfιт: A pair of black pants
¢σмραиу: No one
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:51 am
 xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Pet Annex ↳ with No-One ↳ feeling Confused xxxx↘↘↘ Red high heels clicked against the marble floors of the hallway as Amaranthe made her way through the Pet Annex halls. She was in an exploring mood, and was happy to have a little freedom for the time being. Her lips, painted to match the shoes, pressed together as she suddenly stopped outside a door as pain ran through the person inside. Her eyes shot to the door and she laid one hand against it, eyebrows knitting together as she began to wonder if she should just enter the room, rather than deal with the formality of knocking.
It only took her a split second to just open the door, not even looking at who's room she was going into, just knowing that something was wrong was enough to know she needed to help. Opening the door, she looked over the person in pain and was, within seconds, at his side and knelt down. She didn't touch, unsure of what was wrong, but instead, leaned back on those bright red heels and examined him. From the clenched hands, and blood trickling from his lip, he had been in pain for a good amount of time. "I'm Amaranthe, is there anything I can do to help you?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 1:26 am
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Time passed, he knew it did, but how much was something he didn't know. It felt like he had been lying there for an eternity and only for a few seconds at the same time. His eyes were closed, the bare skin of his torso touching the cold floor. Yet the pain hadn't stopped or reduced in the slightest. He was aware, vaguely, of the door being opened then there was a voice dancing around his ears, but it sounded so very, very far away. 'Help?' His mind latched on to that one word. Could it help? Whoever that voice belonged to, could they make this pain go away? He didn't know, but if there was even the slightest possibility of whoever that was being able to get rid of this he would take it. His arm reached out, searching for contact, something to tell him that the voice wasn't just a figment of his imagination. Blue eyes opened slowly, turning up to look at whomever it was that he had grabbed. Each movement only made the pain worse, but if this person could stop it then it would be worth the extra pain now. His eyes were pleading now, the color was dull compared to it's usual bright blue. "Make it stop." Three simple words. He didn't know where the pain had come from or why it was there but he wanted it to end. So much so that he was willing to beg another for help and someone that he didn't even know on top of that. At this moment, he would have done anything if someone could end it. "I don't care what you do, just make it stop. Please." And really he didn't, the pain was far more than he had ever felt, it was unbearable.
мσσ∂: In pain, wishing I was dead
συтfιт: A pair of black pants
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 1:32 am
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Wren's Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Worried xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe looked at the man as he grabbed her and took his hand as he looked up at her. He asked her to help, to make it stop, and her eyebrows knit together as she met those washed out eyes... The pain was so obvious in his eyes, and Amaranthe did the only thing she could think of.
Leaning in, she spoke softly, just two words before her lips pressed to his, and the pain was pulled away. "Forgive me." she spoke the words against his lips before she kissed him, drawing away the pain as much, and as quickly as she could, pulling it into herself and stuffing it down as far as she could before she let it dissipate in her own body as her lips stayed locked to his. It was the only way she could draw it away from him, the only contact intimate enough to do what she needed to.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:21 am
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! As his eyes searched they locked on to two different colored orbs framed by a face and long silver hair. He wasn't much into focusing on the features right now, he couldn't focus on them. The two tone eye came closer as whoever it was leaned in. Her lips were just a hair's breadth away from his own when she spoke. Two words, louder than the previous ones he had heard, that's not what surprised him though. Something soft pressed against his mouth and the pain disappeared almost instantly. It took several seconds for him to realize that the softness he had felt was her own lips against his. His eyes widened, what was he supposed to do? Just keep kissing her...or back away? Neither seemed like the right choice. He'd never been caught in a situation such as this either.
It took only a moment for him to decide on the latter, not because he didn't like it though. It just seemed like he would be taking advantage of her if he tried to prolong it...and what if she smacked him for trying something like that? Honestly, Wren didn't think he could handle any more pain right now, he'd had enough to last a lifetime and then some. He pushed her away gently, one hand brushed a few strands of hair out of her face before it moved to cup her cheek. His eyes, now very close to their usual bright blue, studied her appearance a bit better now that he didn't feel like someone was using a sledgehammer to bash his skull open from the inside he was able to focus on her better. The two different colored orbs he had seen were indeed her eyes. Her hair was a silvery white, framing a beautiful face.
He was lying on his back with a beautiful woman leaning over him, one also just happened to have saved him from possibly committing suicide. No, forget the probably, he would have to escape the pain. Unless...was he actually dead? Meh, who cared. Dead or not, he still had this woman to thank for getting rid of the pain. He smiled his crooked grin at her and spoke. "Thank you, My Angel." The words came out soft but full of meaning. Regardless of is she truly was one she had become his just now, even if only for a moment.
мσσ∂: Wondering if I'm dead
συтfιт: A pair of black pants
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:20 am
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Wren's Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Flustered xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe leaned back on her heels once more as he gently made her back away, showing that the pain had ended, when his hand cupped her cheek, they darkened ever so slightly as she smiled. He seemed to look her over as he focused on her features, the color returning to his eyes as she watched in silence. When he spoke, she couldn't help but give a faint chuckle before she spoke in return, a smile lighting her lips as she did. "I'm as far from an Angel as they come, love. I just did what I could to keep you from leaving my home as soon as you arrived...." she was fascinated by his gaze as she spoke, she'd never met someone with eyes as brightly colored as her own, and it was a sight to see on someone elses face. He was gorgeous, and obviously there was more than met the eye, from the flavor of the pain she'd pulled out of him. But she wasn't one to pry, and right now, she was glad he was okay, and excited to learn more about him. "I'm Amaranthe, by the way, in case you didn't hear me when I came in..." there was something different in her voice, or at least, if you knew her there was.... All Wren would notice was a faint sense of nervousness, and curiosity in her voice.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:56 am
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! His grin only widened when Amaranthe smiled at him, she looked even more beautiful, if that was possible, when she smiled. The faint change in her coloring had not gone unnoticed either. He heard her chuckle, and his eyes filled with mild curiosity. Hmm, so he wasn't dead, that was good news. "I find that very hard to believe, especially for one as lovely as you." He pulled himself into a sitting position and smiled, taking her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, his lips brushing ever so slightly against it. "Regardless of what your race may be, you are an angel to me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Lady Amaranthe, for saving me and for allowing me to stay in your wonderful home." Her name was beautiful and unique, as were her eyes. He had never met anyone with eyes such as hers. One bright blue, much like his own, and the other red. There was something different about her voice when she introduced herself to him but he wasn't quite sure what it was. "My name is Wren and I don't think I've ever been happier to see a new face."
мσσ∂: Much better than before
συтfιт: A pair of black pants
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:20 am
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Wren's Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Flustered xxxx↘↘↘ Amaranthe smiled at his words as his lips brushed her hand. Her own response was slightly amused and still curious from the sound of her voice. "You're more than welcome Wren." with a pause, she stood, brushing imaginary dirt from the white dress she wore before she offered him a hand up. "Luckily, it was me, not one of my sisters, for they couldn't have helped as I did..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:58 am
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! Wren accepted her hand and brought himself to a standing position with her help. Luck, hm? He had never counted himself as lucky, even at times where most would consider themselves so. "I've never thought of myself as lucky before, but if luck has me meeting someone such as yourself maybe I should. Though I suppose I could blame it on fate as well, but I've never thought much of that either." He shrugged and grinned at her, mirth flashing in his eyes. Yes, he was definitely feeling better. Truth be told, he attributed all of his escapes from would be captors to skill. Wren was good at what he did and he knew it. He would out smart or out run them, sometimes both. Though he'd never been in a sitaution even remotely close to this one. Still, it was odd for him to speak to someone like this when they had only just met. "Tell me, my Angel, is there anything I can do for you?" That was, in all honesty, the way he would remember her best. As the beauty who had saved him from death, an angel unlike ant he could have imagined.
мσσ∂: Amused
συтfιт: A pair of black pants
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:23 pm
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Wren's Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Flustered xxxx↘↘↘ Two-tone eyes looked up at Wren as she listened to him in silence as the man talked. As he talked, she looked him over as he talked, ending at his eyes as he asked if there was anything he could do for her... She could have said so many things, but for the moment, she stayed away from those that could get her in trouble and instead answered simply. "You could become my companion, my pet.... If you're willing...."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 6:26 pm
яσввιиg тнє яι¢н тσ fєє∂ тнє ρσσя؟ ₩яεη ωнєяє ∂σ ι ѕιgи υρ! She could have asked him for anything, anything at all, and he would have done it. Yet the request she made of him was so simple, that he become her pet and companion, and only if he was willing! He laughed lightly, eyes dancing with amusement. "My lovely, lovely Angel, I am surprised you would ask of me something so simple." He replied with that same crooked grin lighting his features. She was different from practically every other person he had met before and someone he thought would be enjoyable to spend time with. Plus he wanted to learn more about her. "Of course, I would be delighted to be called yours, Amaranthe."
мσσ∂: Amused and intrigued
συтfιт: A pair of black pants
¢σмραиу: Amaranthe
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:05 pm
xxα м α я α и т н є ☪ в α ч и є ↘ ↘ ↘❝ Head - Mistress ❞ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ at the Wren's Room ↳ with Wren ↳ feeling Flustered xxxx↘↘↘ A faint flush crawled across Amaranthe's cheeks as she looked up at him. Those bright cerulean eyes were dancing with glee as she listened to him speak, and then, a grin lit his face as well, making her smile in return. As he answered her question, her own lips turned up in the faintest of smiles, and she hugged him tightly, her head against his shoulder. It was obvious that for someone with so much stature and command, Amaranthe was still very petite by comparison to most. Happiness practically radiated off of her as she pulled away after a moment, her eyes lit up with joy as she finally spoke.
"Something so simple it isn't... I can be difficult to get along with... I have alot of things going on in life, and there's times where I may go from screaming to crying... All within moments." she sighed softly as she looked up at him, her eyebrows knit together, causing small wrinkles to form between them. When she spoke again, it vanished, her eyes turning to look down at her clasped hands. "I've been known to fall in love, and out of it, within days... But I know when a good friendship can be made, even if that's all that we ever are, is companions..." she smiled then, looking back up at him.
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