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Wren Evergast

"to die would be a pretty good adventure... or something like that."

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a character in “Umbra Orat”, as played by slimmyjimjim

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❝"They say that life is like a book, if that's true then
I really want to make mine a best seller."
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『NAME』
Wrendelin Evergast

『NICKNAME』
Wren, everyone calls her that

『AGE』
16

『SEXUALITY』
Bisexual

『ETHNICITY』
English | Japanese | Irish

『ABILITY』
Healing/cell regeneration

『ROLE』
Life




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『 HEIGHT』
Five foot five inches

『 WEIGHT』
One hundred and twenty three pounds

『HAIR COLOR』
Dark brown

『EYE COLOR』
Pale grey

『GENERALX APPEARANCE 』
Wren has dark brown hair that reaches her shoulders which is thick and always smooth and she usually puts it up into some sort of pigtails or side bun. Her bangs run down to the middle of her forehead to hide her thick eyebrows, underneath are her impossibly grey eyes that, even though they seem misty and far away, can stare with the utmost intensity. Her skin is smooth as glass without a scar in sight, and paler than porcelain with small feet at the end of long legs. She likes to wear cutsie clothes such as skirts and t-shirts with animals on them and doesn't much care for shoes preferring to walk around barefoot most of the time. Wren has a small frame making her look fragile and weak but this is by no means the truth, she doesn't have immense strength or anything but she has a vice grip when she wants to, giving her a surprising amount of strength for her small body.



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Outspoken ▪ Tempered ▪ Generous ▪ Loyal
Impatient ▪ Gentle ▪ Stubborn ▪ Confident


___Getting along with people is easy for Wren, she looks on the bright side on most everything, and makes friends just about as easily as breathing. She is so outgoing that just going up to people and striking up a conversation isn't the least bit scary to her, in fact she finds it fun and natural. Wren doesn't have a filter on what she says to just saying random things that pop into her head isn't rare often she'll finish sentences out loud that she had already started in her head.

She is a little bit out there in case you didn't notice already, always doing and saying things that people wouldn't normally say or do. But even with her outgoing appearance people never really know what she is thinking or feeling people have never really gotten close to her never understood what makes her tick. But aside from that she tries to seem as open as possible answering anything that a person asks her as truthfully as possible priding herself in being an honest person.

Wren loves physical contact with people especially when she is talking to them it gives her a sense of connection with the person, though she has recently discovered that not everyone appreciates this quite as much as she does. When she finds something or someone she cares about she will give everything she has up to that thing or person, dropping everything she has just to make that person happy often pushing herself to the edge without even noticing. This is probably the thing that she does most often and doesn't plan on stopping any time soon loving to give herself up selflessly.

Overall, Wren isn't a normal girl but she doesn't need to be neither does she care to be, she kinda lives in her own little world at times but she can still drag herself back to reality for those who need her. She loves to play the hero with her self sacrifice and doesn't seem to have a care in the world just loving life to the fullest.



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◉ LIKES ◉
◖ Frogs ▮ they are her favorite animal and she is pracically obsessed with them with stuffed animals and cute t-shirts wishing she would have one of her own ◗
◖ The sky ▮ sky gazing is one of her favorite things to do she can lay for hours just watching that sky day or night ◗
◖ Cute things ▮ being so small and cute herself she loves cute and small things preferring to watch cartoons to a romantic comedy ◗
◖ Friends ▮ she lives to make her friends happy and they more the merrier and she would do anything for them ◗

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⊗ DISLIKES ⊗
◖ Distractions ▮ being a person that is so easily distracted Wren hates it when she finds out that she never got to finish a story from ten minutes ago ◗
◖ Remembering ▮ Wren has a hard time remembering things such as peoples names and long strings of numbers she tries her hardest to remember thing but it is no easy task ◗
◖ Conflict ▮ a pacifist is someone who does not like fighting or conflict Wren is one of these people attempting to avoid fighting at all costs ◗
◖ Loud noises ▮ anything that is sudden or abrupt like a pop or a bang will startle her causing Wren to jump and she does not like it ◗



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『 STRENGTHS 』
◖ Observant ▮ Wren has the knack for observing small things like the color of something most people didn't even notice or a persons clothing ◗
◖ Cunning ▮ not being very book smarts Wren values herself for just thinking outside the box in tough situations ◗
◖ Open minded ▮ very self explanatory in itself Wren just keeps and open mind about most everything from a persons personal problems to doing a dirty job there's nothing that she won't at least consider ◗
◖ Scary strong ▮ Wren has a scary amount of strength for her size though she doesn't look it she has the vice grip of a python ◗

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『 WEAKNESSES 』
◖ Over works ▮ when it comes down to it Wren will push herself to the breaking point without even realizing it suddenly looking down at sore hands before realizing she should stop working ◗
◖ Loyal to a fault ▮ Wren will do anything for a friend even if it's something she is against some people take advantage of this at times but even when they do she will still be happy to help ◗
◖ Easily confused ▮ she doesn't understand larger words especially when a conversation is going at a faster pace she tends to get a little lost ◗
◖ Wild ▮ Wren is a bit on the hyper side and her energy seems to be limitless making her seem a little bit crazy ◗

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『QUIRKS』
She has a tendency to touch peoples faces or arms mainly with a poke and she also makes sound effects whenever she's going some sort of task.
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『FEARS』
Wren fears that all her friends secretly think that she is annoying and that they are only tolerating her until one day that they will have enough of her.



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『POWER』
Wren has the ability to heal others of any sickness or wound they have, she can also heal herself much faster than normal people though it still takes time.

『LIMITATIONS』
When a wound or sickness is healed it is essentially taken away and Wren takes it on herself, she can heal it faster than a normal person would but the wounds don't heal in a matter of seconds they take time. Also, she can heal most any injury but she cannot heal the dead, once a person has moved on she can no longer take away the pain least she die in that persons place.

『WEAPON』
Wren doesn't really use any weapons she's more of the healer and her being more of the pacifist of the group hanging back to help when she is needed. When she is strong enough to get her weapon it is a set of bow and arrows still allowing her to hang back while fighting from afar.




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___Life has been nothing but the world passing her by like blurred images outside the window of a moving car, always moving from one city to the next she had never lived in one town for more than a few months at a time. It didn't bother her much, this was the way things had always been for her ever since she was four years old, one day her aunt showed up on her doorstep and took her away, Wren never knew the reason why and she never asked the only thing her aunt ever said about it was that her parents were going through a “thing” and that was the end of it.

Wren didn't mind either way she loved the adventures she got to go on and the places she got to see along with the people she got to meet, every new place she got to see was a new door to open with something exciting on the other side. But recently her aunt has been slowing down not being able to keep up with Wren anymore her health has been suffering from all the movement and changing of scenery so in an attempt to settle down her aunt is dropping her off in her home town back to an empty house with only her washed up mother to greet her home.

In the time that she had been gone her parents got a divorce and his father remarried and moved out of state, her mother had gone through a crippling depression and was barely holding it together. Now she came home with souvenirs in hand and memories in head to a broken home and an old life long been forgotten, now she has to pick up the pieces in a town she barely remembers with the only person she was ever close to gone from her life, needless to say things were not grand.




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So begins...

Wren Evergast's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy

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__________EARLIER
As with any other day Cordelia woke up with sleep in her eyes and a strong desire to go back to sleep. The alarm next to her though made she couldn't do that, and so with a slight grumble she willed herself out of bed, walking herself to the kitchen where the cold floor made her shiver. 'It's fall already?' she questioned having not noticed the changes in the weather.'I'll have to turn the heater on soon,' but the mundane thought of every day life was pushed to the back her mind as the eggs on her stove began to burn as she had lost track of time once again.

Barley saving her eggs she ate with gusto knowing that no one was there to watch with such poor manners; something she knew they'd all judge her for. At such a pace though within minutes the plate was clean of any food and was then promptly put into the dishwasher where a pile began to form. Having no experience with domestic tasks for very long Cordelia haphazardly placed the dishes in way where they would never get clean - not that she knew of that little fact of course.

Regardless though of her inability to do simple tasks such as placing dishes in the dishwasher, she had to get ready for school. Only the thought of it being Friday was what willed her to move at a faster pace than normal. The week had been Hell for her, with tests being thrown at her left and right and piles of homework she had yet to catch up on - sleep was a thing she almost forgot about. "Did I do everything for today?" she asked while locking the door to her house. And so going though the list of her classes she tried to recall what they had done the day before. Math was a test day, which she thought one hundred percent she failed, history they took notes, and gym they didn't do anything aside from basketball. The last two periods though she was unsure of for she couldn't remember if the teacher had given homework or if it was her mind playing tricks on her. Cordelia mentally noted to ask Breaden about it when she got to her fourth period.


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The halls were not quiet, but neither were they too loud. A strange occurrence for a normally rowdy school where fights were an everyday spectacle and gossip wasn't a hobby but rather a career at which students thrived at. Cordelia didn't know whether or not she found their lack of personal space to be an annoyance or admirable for how persistent they were. Although, such chatter was especially prominent in English where the teacher encouraged everyone to talk about their feelings and write them down. Often Cordelia wondered if the teacher had been a hippy or modern nomad at one point.

Regardless of any bias toward her teacher she still gave the utmost respect to her and thus found herself as the teacher's lapdog where all student responsibilities were shoved onto her. And not wanting to upset her Cordeilia did as she was told without complaining, too much. Of course at the end of each class period she would complain to Breaden on how she say no, but always contradicts herself when he agrees with her. "But I can't say no to a teacher," she'd argue knowing that whatever he'd respond with she'd just argue against that too. It was a never ending cycle of 'I want to stop but I can't.'

As the bell rung for the fourth period to start Cordelia brought herself out of her musings and pulled out her notebook to work on that day's starter. 'Humans are conflicting, describe a time when you felt mixed emotions.' With a soft sigh she looked up from the writing on the once clean sheet of paper to glance at her silver haired friend. 'Help me' she mouthed but quickly looked down when the teacher shook her head in disappointment.

After being caught talking to Breaden Cordelia didn't try to distract her self from the work anymore, but luckily for her she didn't have to. A loud thud was heard in the distance and all the students stopped working to inquire each other what it might have been. "Settle down students, you have two more minutes to work on your starter before we share. Use your time wise-," but the patronizing demand of their teacher was cut off by the sight of red and orange flames and a rather loud boom to go along with it.

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Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy

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Mornings are always a joy for Wren, it started with a huge stack of pancakes which she had made all by herself, this was an accomplishment only because she wasn't used to her own just yet. It was familiar like an old dream but things had been moved around so it took a bit longer to find everything she needed. But once she had finished a stack of six pancakes sat in front of her which she divided up onto two plates, the first she lathered up with enough syrup to kill a diabetic. When she had finished she left the other three pancakes and the syrup on the table awaiting to be eaten by the other person in the house, hopefully they would be gone by the time she got home but most likely not. Wren had made a different meal everyday since she had arrived back home only to find that they had never been eaten her mother hiding behind the locked door of her room.

Wren checked the time and to her surprised realized that she was going to be late for her first day of school, jumped up grabbing her backpack and ran out the door in her energetic way bouncing down the sidewalk as she made her way to school. The first day of a new school was always the hardest as finding her classes and figuring out what to do about catching up with everyone else's school work. But fitting in was her strong suit for this school she had to wear a uniform. blegh.. It was boring with red and black colors that didn't suit her style at all, but fortunately Wren had found a loop hole in the system. The uniform didn't come with a tie so she decided that she would accessorize with her very own collection of bow ties.

Her collection was quite large however and she couldn't decide which one she wanted to wear so she filled up her backpack to the brim with her bow ties and planned to put on whichever one she was feeling like at the time. All was going as planned until someone saw her open her bag with the dozens of ties and asked if he could borrow one, Wren replied by giving her biggest goofiest grin and nodding vigorously. The boy chose one, and gave her his own tie before walking off, but that wasn't the end of it, word soon got around that there was someone dealing bow ties and she got people running up to her asking if she was the tie dealer. To which she replied the same as with the first boy then they would proceed to choose one of her ties giving them their own, now her bag was full of dark plain looking ties and she could walk five feet without seeing a brightly colored bow tie.

There were ones that lit up, ones that could spin, others that were neon, and more still that just had silly patterns, Wren choose a simple one, blue with smaller bow ties that acted as polka dots. It was small but it made wearing a monkey suit all the more better, and the school day went on without a hitch she went around to all her classes introducing herself as the new girl and even made some new friends got invited to several parties and exchanged numbers with about a dozen people. There wasn't a shy bone in her body and it showed.

Finally it was fourth period and she got to sit at the back of the class her favorite place to be, it allowed her to see the entire class without a problem and she looked up every ten seconds to smile at the fact that she could see several brightly colored bow ties in this classroom alone. But her happiness was interrupted when she looked up for the hundredth time only to feel a shudder go through the room as an explosion came from somewhere in another part of the school. Wren nearly jumped out of her seat but instead tried to stand up only to topple backwards in her chair. How embarrassing.

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Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy

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The music playing was a tasty velvet, the consistency smooth on her taste buds. Following the sweet sound was an ugly blaring beep that reminded Chess of her mother and was a vomit green, that woman was constantly nagging Chess for the most minor of infractions from forgetting to brush her hair to not tucking in her shirt. That woman sure knew how to get on your nerves, but Chess had made it her mission to not lose her temper with her mother, after all she had given birth to Chess and it was the least the girl could do. A hand slowly slithered out from under the purple comforter, knocking the alarm clock off of the wooden bedside table and causing it to clatter against the creamy carpet. Finally the blaring ceased, the taste of bad pickles leaving the synthestet. Chess sat up slowly, taking in a deep breath to allow her heart to follow the sudden switch in positions and looked around. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, filling in the deepest, darkest crevices of the room.

After quickly going through her morning routine Chess rummaged through her messy closet for a clean uniform, pulling out the short gray skirt and white shirt before running to her drawers to grab one of the bows in her school colors. A knock on Chess's door informed the girl that her mother was about to enter and before Chess could call to give permission the woman burst through the entrance, the sound of the door colliding with the wall causing stars to burst in Chess's vision. "Could you maybe, I don't know, not break my door whenever you come into my bedroom?" Chess asked and crossed her arms. Mrs. Belle rolled her eyes and crossed the room, fixing Chess's hastily tied bow. "Don't forget your violin, you've got music today and you know what Mr. Richards said if you forget it again." Chess had completely forgotten! Thank goodness Chess had a mother who kept track of everything.

"And remember to be home early to meet Donald." Her words tasted sour, like lemons and Chess visibly puckered. Don't give me sass Chess, he's greatly looking forward to meeting you." Donald, the young boy who worked for her father that apparently had more potential in his little finger than most interns did in their whole bodies. "It's just that, I'm not interested in office guys. Especially ones that are five years old than me." Chess replied, watching as her mother straightened and walked to the door. "Well then you'd better start." She left the door open, a typical mom move and continued on down the hall. "You could have at least closed the door!" Chess yelled down the after the woman. "Stupid Mom, with her stupid standards, and expectations." Chess huffed and grabbed her school bag, nearly forgetting her violin and quickly lifting the black case.

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First period on B days was always English. However, despite the fact that it was Chess's favorite subject, today the girl found that she could hardly focus. Her notes were blank, which was unusual. Normally the pages were filled with Chess's slightly messy scrawl. The only one who could ever decipher her notes was Chess herself, anyone else that tried to read them most likely became confused. Chess did that on purpose so no one would ever ask her to copy her notes, it might be selfish but really Chess just didn't want to lend out her notebook. The lavenous sound of Mrs. Winslow floated towards Chess, going in through one ear and out the other. Her voice tasted like cotton candy, not the packaged kind, but the fresh from the carnival stand sort of stuff you were able to get at school events and local church fundraisers.

Second period was band and of course Chess had forgotten her violin in her locker, which was on the first floor. Band was held in the auditorium on the third floor. Chess cursed and asked Delia to save her seat. Thankfully Mr. Richards was absent today, otherwise he would have had a cow. In his place was a substitute who had been given the instructions to allow them to warm up and practice for the upcoming school showcase. The substitute, mercifully, didn't know about Chess's three strikes and so he gladly allowed the female to run to her locker in order to retrieve the violin. When Chess returned they had already started and she had to bound over laps and stands, careful not to knock over any instruments as she took her seat beside Delia and pulled out her violin, beginning warm ups and coming in, albeit a bit late, with the others.

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Character Portrait: Braeden Eilian Character Portrait: Phoenix Vessalius Character Portrait: Finley Leigh Character Portrait: Leland Plantaget Character Portrait: Wren Evergast Character Portrait: Oliver Hart Character Portrait: Ezra Fontaine Character Portrait: Chess Belle Character Portrait: Cordelia Abernathy

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Six o'clock ante meridiem. That was the pretentious way of reading his clock wasn't it? The L.E.D. alarm clock glowed red but made not one peep as it was an hour before his mother began breakfast and an hour before he was supposed to awaken. In truth he'd been having trouble both sleeping and staying asleep, but not to the degree that he wanted to diagnose himself with insomnia. His sleeping patterns weren't horrid by any means (he never napped spontaneously fell over in class) and he even enjoyed the increased up time but he was sure that people would start noticing. His mother was always such a busybody. Eventually she'd insist he see a doctor.

For now, he would enjoy the extra hour of morning that he had, the Leland time as it were. Being in a household with four other siblings, he often had to share the bathroom, kitchen, and even his own room with that of the other kids since a four bedroom apartment simply was not enough to house six people. Each of the children shared a room with Scarlet being the sole exception. Typically, Leland had the privilege of using the master bath since he had "older brother rights", but in times of duress (by which he meat Scarlet falling asleep), his mother left him to fend for himself amongst the other two bathrooms.

Grabbing his usual, semi-formal wear (the school was rather unclear as to whether or not they required uniforms) from his closet he headed into the unoccupied bathroom and took a quick shower to further remind himself that he could no longer sleep according to his own schedule. He needed to start thinking about scholarships, college applications, and perhaps finding another job if he could help it. As much as he enjoyed guessing the mystery job that allowed his mother to continue spoiling them he wanted his own source of income and a car if he could help it. Mother is busy enough driving the twins around.

By the time Leland time ended seven came and past, making him the first to see a feast for the siblings and an egg mitt for him.

It kind of sucked having school on the opposite side of town.

The bus, as usual, was nothing worth writing home about but school provided him some entertainment in the form of drawing. His calculus teacher merely went over the homework and taught concepts he'd already learned over the summer. Yeah he was one of those kids. It hadn't been planned per se, but the dead silence every time the teacher asked a question cringe. Had these people merely looked on Chegg and called it a day? It made him embarrassed to be from the same country, so much so that he turned to playing with his phone and tuning out the rest of class.

Fourth period made him even sadder, if that was possible. While English literature wasn't meant to be particularly exciting he loathed to think that high school students were butchering it. As much as he didn't enjoy reading out loud, hearing volunteers stutter out Shakespeare hurt him in all sorts of ways.

If only there were something to interrupt the class.