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Ren has always had a knack for finding things. her father had been an archaeologist
and his office mainly consisted of tools for well, location. His large fossils of dino
skulls had once frightened her as a girl, but her father came to her aid, comforting
her and showing her all he had discovered about the past of our planet. Ren had listened
to every bit of it with wild fascination. her mind often ran off with ideas
whenever he told her about the vast landscape Earth used to be. She imagined,
just how did life exist here so long ago? what technology did they use?
"They never had technology back then, my Snowbird. the cavemen, or humans,
just konked each other over the head with stones like this," her father demonstrated
how silly they looked by softly batting Ren's head with his big fluffy
paw and going, “bonk, bonk, bonk!”
“Oh father, don’t be mad. They couldn’t have possibly not used technology! They had
to start somewhere.” Ren reasoned. To every argument, there is more than one side.
And in every argument Ren was determined to always root out the most complicated
reasons and build on to them. Anyways, back to the lovely childhood.
“I suppose Darling. Now it’s almost supper time, so go wash up and don’t come
back until every speck of mud is off that lovely fur of yours. Scurry along now, we
haven’t much time before your mother arrives.” He got up and began to set the table.
Ren skipped off to the bathroom vanity and began to fill the sink with warm water.
Taking a cloth and rubbing the foamy soap into it, she quietly listened to her father
singing to himself.
“Prosper old Shepard oh Prosper, Prosper old Shepard oh Prosper.
Prosper good Maiden oh Prosper, Prosper good Maiden oh Prosper.”
Ren gently started to sing along in the quietest, most beautiful voice for miles.
A knock arrived at the door soon after, and Father went to answer it. It was Grante,
the village’s Shepard. He looked grim.
“Yes Grante?”
“It’s about Flora… she has fallen ill and passed. I am very sorry. Her will will be carried
out as soon as possible. For now it states that all of her possessions are passed on to her
daughter. I wish you the best of luck in life.” They passed a solomn nod and Grante left.
Ren’s eyes clouded and she remembered something her mother had told her before she
went off to sell her merchandise.
“Treat everything as you would want to be treated. They are all living beings, my Snowbird…”
From that day forth Ren made a promise. A promise to herself that she would never betray
her mother’s words, and she would respect everything she came into contact with, be it even a potato.
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Username;; Zakuro.
a current nonowner but is trying
out for every plumie I see and giving
it my all!
Name;; Ren Herring
Ren means "Love" in Japanese, and
Ren has endless love and kindness for
anyone she crosses paths with, regardless
of appearance or personality.
-Snowbird {only called that by close friends}
Gender;; Female
"I only feel comfortable with males, but
if you have another orientation i'm perfectly
fine with that!"
Personality Art or Story;;
^^
hehe above
Extras;; She is a Lepidopterist
{the study of butterflies and moths}
Her birthday is February 12th, 1999.
She is 16 and lives in Amsterdam,
Holland.
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