Name: Wren Shaw<br/>Age: 21<br/>Image:m<a class="postlink" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/119/7/9/female_mage_by_motise-d5qwgij.jpg">http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/ ... 5qwgij.jpg</a>m<br/>(Sans those ridiculously painful looking pointe boots)<br/>Wren keeps a rather modest wardrobe consisting of loose dresses and robes  in neutral colors, most of which have been passed down within her family for generations.<br/>Magic focus: Elemental magic<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The best way to control a people was through stringent routine.  After all, if every day was carried out in the same way, people grew comfortable in the routine.  People who were kept comfortable never needed to question the way things were, and that was exactly how the world had become.<br/><br/>Wren, a young woman living alone on the outskirts of society, was noncompliant with these standards.  After all, of all the government's rules the most stringent of those was the forbidden practice of magic.  Wren was a successor to a long line of mages, though this was a fact she kept secret from all she knew.  Even if she had a close confidant, which a solitary woman like her was not likely to have, she wouldn't let on the secret practices she engaged in.<br/><br/>In the evenings, when the world was still except for the quiet hum and ever looming presence of Big Brother, that was when she engaged in the forbidden dance of magic.  She would step into the small closet of her bedroom and pull on her robes.  She would sift through all the clothes to the very back wall where she would open a small door with a staircase leading down into darkness.  She could descend the staircase eagerly, reaching out for the familiar place in the darkness where she kept her staff, passed down through the years within her family.  She would wave the bejeweled staff over the wall before her, and her library would slowly reveal itself to her.<br/><br/>And that was where she would spend this night, just like every night.  Wren sat curled and cradled in the embrace of her private library.  Wisdom of the centuries whispered between the leather bound pages and the scent of timeless knowledge rose on a gentle breeze with the turn of each worn page.<br/><br/>The magic Wren was most practiced with was elemental, whether it be summoning a sudden gale or dancing wisps of flame, one of which flickered beside her to light the pages as she read.  She couldn't afford to run electricity into her secret cellar, lest anyone find her stash of forbidden texts.  To take extra precautions, she had placed a protective charm over the doorway that led from the back of her closet down into the library, but Wren was well aware charms were never her strong suit.<br/><br/>It was a desire to expand her skills that brought her down here on this particular evening, flipping through the pages of a long forgotten book on advanced spellcasting, which she had opened to a chapter on time travel.  Surely if she were able to practice in a place where magic was not forbidden, then she would grow in her skills much more quickly.  If she were out from under the watchful eye of the ever present Big Brother, she could become a great mage, like those before her.  She reached her slender fingers to her dark hair, tying it up and out of her face as she took a deep breath and stood to her feet.<br/><br/>With a tremor in her fingers she reached nervously for her staff, laying the book open on the ground and holding down the pages with the toe of her brown boot.  She hesitated, her dark eyes reading over the incantation a second, third, fourth, fifth time.  She had to be sure to get it right; time magic was not something to be taken lightly.<br/><br/>Running her fingers over the familiar wood grain of her staff she took another steadying breath.  Raising the staff over her head, she began to murmur the incantation, closing her eyes and drawing counterclockwise circles above herself.<br/><br/>With a sudden rush she felt the magic begin to flow from within her and out her fingertips into the staff, and she opened her eyes suddenly.  The flickering flame that had served as her light source swirled around her quickly and just as quickly it went out and Wren found herself enveloped in total darkness.  A burst of wind tore through the library and as soon as it reached her she felt herself fade away like dust on the breeze, shattered into a million tiny pieces.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes again and gripping her cloak closed around her thin and lanky frame, and she held on until she felt herself become whole once again.  The feeling of ground underfoot signaled it was alright for her to open her eyes, though when she did she was welcomed by a gruesome sight.  Bloodstained dirt and a panicked crowd that bustled about frantically.  She blinked, attempting to readjust from her sudden journey backwards in time, but it was a shout that brought Wren's consciousness fully into the present of the past.<br/><br/>"Run Lani!"<br/><br/>She heard a man bellow from one of the tents, just as she saw two foreboding men approach the entrance.  Filled with a sudden vigor the dark haired woman took off, heading for the tent as well with her cloak flying out behind her as she ran. Approaching from behind the men, she saw one begin to raise his weapon as a young woman lay incapacitated on the ground before him.<br/><br/>Wren had always been a more pensive individual, rarely acting rashly and always thinking things through.  In a move that was uncharacteristic of this disciplined mage she swung her staff horizontally in a large sweeping motion, summoning an intense gale that swept across the two men.  It had not been enough to knock them down, as she had hoped, but it had been enough to knock them off kilter and man with his sword raised lost his grip on the weapon, buying her more time.<br/><br/>This time she summoned a ball of water to envelop the discarded weapon and carry it to her, and she gripped the hilt in her free hand uncertainly.  Never before had she held something like this.  It was much heavier than she had expected, and she eyed the other armed man nervously.  Surely a weapon she didn't know how to use would prove to only hinder her, so instead of taking a swing with the blade Wren tucked it into the belt around her waist so that it hung from her side.<br/><br/>With a loud cry she swung her staff in the opposite direction from before, an arc of flame emitting from the end.  She paused ever so briefly to admire her handiwork, though quickly realized that in her carelessness not only the attacker, but also the tent behind him had caught ablaze.  Adrenaline pulsed through her as she ran forward towards the girl on the ground.<br/><br/>"Miss!  We have to get away from here, is there somewhere safe nearby?"