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Description here if no image.★ - on the outside - ★
- Full Name :: wren jolie zahle
- Gender :: female
*- Height :: 5 feet 6 inches
- Age :: 18 years old
*- Birthdate :: no one remembers.
- Species :: dark fairy
★ - a little deeper - ★
- Personality :: she's a gentle loving soul with a temper that goes down in history. she prefers to be left alone, and because of this her existence is only known to a select few. she has a dislike of arrogant or ignorant people and snakes. she encountered a snake years back, it hissed, rearing up at her. wren hadn't known about snakes, and this one bit her, leaving a scar on her left wing. now wren now has a fear of snakes, sending her into a panicked frenzy whenever she sees one. she has magic, but she rarely uses it, leaving it unstable and dangerous. she doesn't like to harm people, but due to her magic she does cause harm. due to years of solitude she doesn't talk frequently and has a problem with authority.
* - Likes :: birds; walking; water; darkness.
* - Dislikes :: snakes; loud noises; bright lights; rude people; flying.
* - History :: she was born in the spring quarter, she can't remember where exactly. when she was a year old she was left in the dark and spooky woods of the fall quarter. she can't tell you why she was left here, or how she survived. she's faintly glows a dark blue, her
wings run the length of her body, starting about ten inches above her shoulders, ending five inches above her ankles. her fear of flying comes from falling. not the fear of falling, but actually flying. she was fourteen years old, she was flying above the trees, soaring; the wind in her hair. a strong gust of wind came, sweeping the dark fairy into its clutches. wren was tossed in the wind, unable to escape its clutches. she was thrown against a tree, her back slamming into a tree. the branches tore holes into her wings, she was held in place by the branches, thousands of feet in the air. unable to get her wings out of the branches without tearing the holes even more. she was held in place for three days, until finally she fell from the dizzying height of over thirty feet. her wings were too sore to fly, leaving her to fall to what seemed to be her death. during the fall her right wing was dragged against a branch, leaving an ugly jagged scar along the back. wren fell into a shallow pond, she was cold, hurting and weak. she dragged herself out of the pond and stumbled through the forest, eventually able to move her wings again and walk correctly. she spent the rest of her years walking along the forest floor, she refused to ever go into the skies again, she built a makeshift house, using her wings as a blanket everynight.
★ - personal relations - ★
- Crush :: none yet.
- Significant Other :: no.
- Sexual Orientation :: hetero
*- Family :: none.
*- Pets :: oak-
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