[Mackenzie Valley Wolf] Wren

OOC
Name: Minxy
Years RPing: 5 years
Slot Used: 4th free slot after a month
How You Found Us: good ol' google

General
Name: Wren
Birthday: 8th February, 2014
Gender: Female
Species: Mackenzie Valley

Physical
Height: 32"
Length: 50"
Weight: 105lbs
Coat Color: Brown, black, white/creamy white
Eye Color: Green [to be specific, apple/spring green]
Health Issues: She will sometimes stop breathing due to the pressure put on her throat from her childhood. Memories can flood back to her as if they're really happening on her bad days, and the ability to breathe will become difficult and straining.
Other Information: Wren's frame is lithe and feminine, though toned from her travelling days and the days of hunting for herself. Her features are soft but have a certain striking quality about them.

Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History:

Wren was born to a large family off the coast of Anikira, a place where loners of many banded together in mini-packs, but in the present have died off. The youngest and the smallest, though by far the most interesting looking. A litter of 4, with a two previous litters before her that most had stayed in their family pack. Her older siblings were not purposefully ignorant nor neglectful, save for one, but it was still just the same. Young and impressionable, the eldest of the litter had her mind poisoned by the youngest of the previous litter. Jealous of no longer being the baby, or counted as the most prettiest, she sought to ruin Wren's life and shun her.

Using their sister, Wren was bullied by the two siblings, and having many children to care for, her parents often looked over the bit of information. Though it wasn't out of spite, Wren would tell herself, it was still hurtful and neglectful. Her other siblings would step in from time to time, and pull Wren away from the two sisters, but as always she would be left alone again as the older siblings played. Of the same litter, but still counted too young to engage in their games and play.

Wren often tried to partake in their play, but was pushed to the side by her bigger siblings, and of course the two sisters wouldn't allow Wren to come in and potentially be better at it than them. The she-wolf fought tooth and nail sometimes to be able to play, never wanting to tattle to her parents that her siblings were discarding her. Though, they would never have listened anyway. It wasn't as if they did it with intent to neglect her, it was just they had to focus on feeding all the mouths they had to feed, as well as themselves. Her parents were not the worst parents, but it was clear they shouldn't have had more than one litter.

Young and alone, Wren watched as her siblings played and bonded, her parents cuddle at night and her siblings squish together on colder nights. She lay alone in the corner, shivering and wide awake, it was rare for her to sleep beside company. For she would usually get pushed away, squished, or the two sisters would convince or bully the others into ignoring Wren. Wren often questioned what she did to deserve it, but she heard whispers from others that she had been born with a different appearance to them, and for that, they were not happy. It was clear Wren's eyes and pelt were different, her siblings born with yellow or grey eyes, but it was she that was given vibrant green eyes, and an interesting pelt.

They felt boring and mundane, and their childish jealousy drove them to isolate and discourage Wren. Their other siblings were either unconcerned, bullied into, too focused on their own affairs or too timid to try and stand up for Wren. Though Wren would always stand up for them when other wolves tried to bully them, too, wolves that were bigger and older, or just bratty, even if it was what they did to her. They were her family, even if it was just by blood. It was an early winter morning that Wren had woken up before any one else in the den, and dared to go outside. The air was cold, it was seen when she breathed, and the ground was coated in white powder. It was a little bit away from the den that she saw a new wolf she hadn't seen before. Older than her by probably a season, Wren had paused in her steps, but the strangers eyes fell upon her and they looked intrigued.

The wolf had quickly tried to pull her into a conversation, but little Wren, so used to the lack of attention, was shocked into silence and dropped to her belly. They tried to talk Wren up, but Wren had frozen. It confused the wolf, and Wren had quickly slipped away back to the den once she had gotten over her shock. The wolf watched her go, their eyes never leaving her until she slipped back into the darkness of the den. The wolf's parents had stopped by this land, for it was open, even if various 'packs' lingered. Every day the wolf waited in the same spot for Wren, and every day she tried to avoid it. One day, on her 1st birthday, the wolf had cornered her.

Things had gotten worse with her siblings, for their mother had disappeared, with no trace. The sisters had taken to attacking Wren, starting out with shoves and snapping at her face, but had taken to shoving her down, and pinning her as they did so every day, stopping her from breathing for as long as possible until she either passed out, or they stopped as a sibling or their father came by. Wren looked downridden and gloomy, as usually even through the neglect and bullying, she was always bright looking and held some form of a smile on her face for passerbys.

The wolf had seen her then, on her worst day, huddled beneath a leafless tree, head in her paws and tail curled around her form. It was clear that things were not good for Wren, her mother was still missing and her siblings were worse, and her father was as if he was a mindless body, brooding and walking around aimlessly. The wolf settled down by her, using their bigger body to give her warmth and comfort. Wren did not move, but for once she felt the presence of another beside her, that wasn't going to push her away. She had a thirst for the attention and comfort she was deprived of, so she merely cuddled her form closer.

From that day, Wren found herself a friend. A friend that was there for her, showed her that not everyone was like her siblings, and not everyone would discard her. Her siblings were jealous of that, too, but this was one thing that they could not beat from her, poison or shun. The wolf showed her friendship, affection, comfort and safety for months. Until one day, they didn't. One day they vanished, no trace, no foretelling, nothing. Wren was left standing in the place under the tree, the very same tree that she had finally realised the wolf had no negative intent towards her. The tree where she met with them every day, until one day, they were not there. Wren waited there every morning, for every day, for months.

Her siblings laughed and mocked her, the two sisters incredibly smug and proud of how it all turned out. They laughed in her face, shoved her and told her they knew they'd leave. Wren was taught then that she was always going to be second best, like she had always been. The one wolf that had made her feel like a priority, had left her. Wren didn't even know why. What possessed him to leave? She had an inkling, though denial was streaming through her very bones.

When she was 1 year and 9 months, Wren slipped away in the dark of the night, using it to cover her tracks. She left the little place where she had lived all of her life, searching for something better. There had to be, hadn't there? There had to be more out there for her. There had to be more to life. Even though deep inside, Wren doubted it, she still wanted to see the world, and see what it could offer. Turning 2 and being away from her family had enabled her to see the world a bit clearer, and an odd sense of hope had filled the she-wolf. On her journies, Wren came across a few creatures, ones she didn't know and ones she was unsure of, but they looked at her in ways that she was unsure of, ways that her sisters would have been jealous of.

Ways that her sisters wished they could so naturally do, but Wren was born with it. Still so young and broken, but determined to seek better for herself, Wren travelled across Anikira, searching for the unknown. Despite her past, Wren tries to be better, kinder, and completely different to her siblings. She would rather die than turn out like them, to do what they did and worse to another.. Wren could not imagine it. She wouldn't want to.

Parts of her knows she's searching for the one she lost, but another part of her refuses to desire someone that had left her, abandoned her after everything they knew that had happened.
Personality:

Captivating; Wren, in nature, is able to hold the interest of someone. Even if it's her appearance, or mannerisms, she has been known to be easily charming and capable of enticing those around her.

Passionate; In nearly everything she does, Wren finds a passion. She finds a will, a way, and it's close to her heart. In other things, her passion can stir quite a bit of trouble as she becomes rather intense, but without bad blood. Her intensity is not meaning to be negative, but it just how vehement and fiery she becomes with it.

Fierce; Wren can be quite the fierce wolf, with her personality and presence. Fiercly strong and proud when the situation arises for it, Wren is difficult to talk down when she's like it as she's firmly with her beliefs and standing.

Selfless; This she-wolf is rather concerned about the well being and needs of those around her, as opposed to her own. This sometimes puts her in a position of negativity towards herself, as she forgets her own well being and her own needs.

Intelligent; Her looks can fool you, and the gentleness and brightness of her eyes, but this she-wolf is incredibly intelligent. Despite her body not being built for battle, her mind is better equipped for it. However that does not mean Wren would not fight and defend if she had to, she would, to the best of her ability. Her cleverness helps her in many ways, though sometimes it can lead her astray and into dangerous situations.

Bubbly; Wren is usually full of cheer and high spirits, and it's quite odd for her to be seen lacking those two traits. Vibrant and lively, Wren is not a wolf to show her vulnerablity unless she's too far gone in her mind to hold it back until she's alone. Her cheerfulness can be quite bothersome to some wolves, but Wren usually returns their misgivings with sass and even more cheer.

Insecure; Despite her outter appearance and her never ending bubbliness, Wren is incredibly insecure about herself. She's terrified of never being good enough, and having been second best all her life, Wren feels anxious and unconfident about herself. Though it may not be completely obvious for the way she usually carries herself, this she-wolf doubts herself continuously.

Social; Wren is a social butterfly. She hates to be alone, and it is rare for her to want to be alone, to have no contact or no conversations. When she's like that, it's a worrisome time and it means something is definitely wrong with the she-wolf.

Trustworthy; This wolf is a wolf you can rely on to be honest and dependable, if you're her friend, even more so. She holds your secret for life, and will not give you up if it means your life/being is in danger. Wren would forfeit her life for yours.

Jealous; Due to being second best continuously, Wren can show envious resentment for someone. If it's a situation where Wren would have wanted something, someone, and another achieves it, Wren would show this trait without a doubt. Though she can try to hide it, and sometimes she does, successfully, other times Wren struggles to keep a hold on it. Though with jealousy comes the fierce protectiveness over her possessions, or someone she holds dear to her heart.

Stubborn; The she-wolf shows an incredible amount of determination in the things she does, wilful and headstrong Wren will not stop until her ends meet. If something has to be done, she will strive to do so no matter what gets in her way. Whether she has to do it by herself, or with someone else. Once her mind is set on something, there is very little that can change her decision.

Self-reliant; Wren is not one to rely on another, even if she is a social butterfly. This wolf relies on her own mind and resources rather than those of others. It's particularly embarrassing for her if the time was to arise that she would have to request help from another as opposed to she herself figuring it out. Having never really had anyone consistent in her life to grow accustomed to the lesson that 'you're not alone, you don't have to do this alone', Wren does just that. She has her own back.

Sassy; Wren can be quite cheeky. It's not usually meant to be negative, or even hurtful, her sassy remarks are quick and light, unless you're an opposer and then her remarks become less kind, and more to the point with the desire to hit a mark. Though it's rare for Wren to gain enemies that she cares to hold a grudge against, once she does, her never ending wit and sass rears it's face.

Controlling; Wren has always been a big advocate of doing things her way. She likes to be able to control her life, and what she does instead of someone else pulling her strings as if she were a puppet. She can become quite neurotic if she needs something done, done her way, and someone else tries to do it another way. It's one of her flaws that she tries to hide, but it comes out anyway. She fears the lack of control, but sometimes losing control is what's best for Wren, not that she'll ever see it that way.

Wren is soft spoken and vibrant, having a certain allure about her that isn't always obvious, but it's confusing. Though this she-wolf is strong of nature, and is learning to differentiate between submissive and standing up for herself more often than not.

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