<strong>Known name, real name:</strong>Bren Williams, Brenna Lisette Williams<br/><br/><strong>TYPE:</strong>Werewolf.<br/><br/><strong>JOB:</strong>Bike messenger.<br/><br/><strong>AGE:</strong>21.<br/><br/><strong>SEX:</strong>Female.  (But holds no ill will towards asexual sponges.)<br/><br/>(http://imageshack.com/a/img661/5305/5311d3.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pics</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://imageshack.com/a/img661/8797/HZy0uI.jpg) (http://imageshack.com/a/img745/6048/ULdRAB.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>APPEARANCE:</strong>5'5" tall.  Slender, in a feminine way, and fit.  Fair skin with light freckles, dark brown hair and blue eyes.  Style wise, she's flexible.  Tough and sexy, casual and girly, upscale and classy, everything except business dress or polyester.   She's a very physical and tactile young woman.<br/><br/><strong>ORIENTATION:</strong>Straight.<br/><br/><strong>FLAW:</strong><br/>Having a were-form is great, but unless it's planned in advance it's really hard on the wardrobe.  Bren has resorted to hiding small caches of clothing around town.<br/><br/>A weakness for men that can (and has in the past) border on sexual addiction.<br/><br/>Uncertain future.  She enjoys her current job, but she's looking for more.  What exactly she doesn't know and that frustrates the hell out of her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">BIOGRAPHY:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bren learned her shifting ability from her mother, Elspeth.  Her father, James, a minor talent who was known for his potions, emigrated from England when he was in his early twenties; he never spoke about his family.    <br/><br/>Her maternal grandfather, Matt Riley, had a long career as a federal park ranger.  He was a strong influence in Bren's life, as the family lived nearby in a fairly rural area until she went to high school.  Her maternal grandmother, Celeste, had died of cancer a few years before Bren was born.  Matt taught his granddaughter the same respect and love for nature he had instilled in his daughter.  The family took part in a number of searches over the years; there were always missing campers and/or children in the park.  When she showed an interest beyond the basics, Matt trained Bren to track people as well as animals in the forest.  <br/><br/>The family was open and honest when it came to two important issues: magic and sex.  Both should be respected and understood before you acted, and both could cause a lot of problems for everyone involved.   None of which meant they shouldn't be enjoyed wholeheartedly.  Bren definitely enjoys sex.   And she's definitely no wizard (she's well over that particular disappointment).  <br/><br/>Elspeth was the source of Bren's only magic, and she made Bren work for it.  She had to show she understood the risks and responsibilities, and she had to demonstrate patience.  That last one was the hardest - Bren had to wait until she had graduated from high school, and then until her nineteenth birthday before taking on her were-form for the first time.  <br/><br/>It was exciting and wonderful and a bit scary.  And really embarrassing when it became clear that walking on four legs was not as easy as it looked!  It was one thing to be told about the changes in her senses, her height and size, her perspective; it was another thing entirely to experience it.  She tripped a lot.  It was hysterically funny and her family quickly gave up on any hope of not laughing.  It took months of effort and practice to get past the point of being a big ass powerful wolf with the grace and coordination of a drunken puppy.   She's still learning, but two years later Bren's wolf form is no laughing matter.<br/><br/>An only child, Bren was taught to be independent.  She loves the country and wilderness in which she was raised, but also the lights and thrills of the city.  She wouldn't be happy living in as isolated a location as her parents, who currently reside in a remote area of Northern Canada.<br/><br/>She's a sensualist who enjoys good food and small luxuries, but Bren also appreciates the comfort of Windhaven's and the interesting clientele, so she hangs out there when she can and has been known to make off the clock pickups and deliveries for the community.  </div></div><br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong><br/>Changing into a large wolf is her only magical ability.<br/>Sense of direction - She doesn't get lost.  Period.  Well, if someone drugged her first then maybe.<br/>Tracking - Not that it's of any use in a city, but in either form she is skilled in tracking people or animals when in the wilderness.<br/>Pool shark - Helps to supplement her income.<br/><br/><strong>REPUTATION:</strong>If you need something delivered, no matter how weird the destination, she's your girl.  She can be trusted to not snoop or remember the parties involved.  No drugs though; break that rule and all bets are off.<br/><br/>Once her friendship is earned, Bren is loyal to a fault.<br/><br/>In some circles she's known to be on the wild side 'socially'.  She doesn't get drunk or high, but if a man or two strikes her fancy...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Writing prompts!</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>1. Lightning woke her.  With her eyes closed, Bren's other senses told her she wasn't at home and memories were dredged up sleepily.  She was naked, comfortable, and warm on both sides...?<br/><br/>Ooh, that's right.  The last delivery of the night had been to the Fairmont Olympic, a very posh hotel downtown.  Some sort of international banking business thing that wasn't of interest to her -  unlike the two very interesting young businessmen from Holland.  She'd arrived soaking wet (except for the package) at their room for the required signatures and they'd insisted she come in and dry off.  <br/><br/>They were tall, blond, polite, and had adorable accents.  They were having dinner sent to their room any way and would she do them the great honour of joining them?  Bren yielded to temptation.  Repeatedly.  She had no idea the Dutch were so adventurous.  <br/><br/>She opened one eye to check the time; way too early and she wasn't scheduled for two days.  One of the men stirred, mumbled something presumably in his Dutch and pulled Bren closer.  Storm outside, nice warm bed inside, and no one to answer to but herself; she went back to sleep.   <br/><br/>2. She'd heard about this.  Been warned about the dangers of looking into the wrong person's eyes for too long.  Bren's father had explained about a Soulgaze, what it meant, what could happen.  She was careful!  <br/><br/>She stopped at an all-night diner on her way back to Seattle after spending a few days in the forest.  Too long in the city eventually made her ache to let go, to change and run.  She felt better now, calmer.  <br/><br/>Bren sat at the counter; she liked the round spinning stools.  A young man, maybe her age maybe a bit older, came in and sat next to her.  They ignored each other for a while, drinking their coffee, Bren finishing up her food, the waitress outside on a smoke break.      <br/><br/>They both grabbed for the same water glass and sent cold water and ice spilling across the counter and onto Bren's shirt.  She squealed and jumped up, he stood and started to apologize while reaching to wipe the water off her, she glared at him, he realized his mistake and met her eyes, and.  <br/><br/>He was younger than she thought.  A young and inexperienced wizard on a road trip, who just happened to meet a dark-haired girl and look too long into her pretty blue eyes.  Bren was never sure afterwards what exactly he saw.  She thought it had something to do with her wolf form or her father, but she wasn't sure.<br/><br/>When the gaze broke she sat down hard, everything too bright and too blurred at the same time.  The wizard had bolted.  Tossed down more money than he should have and ran.  <br/><br/>Almost a year later and Bren still wondered what it was he saw that made him run.  </div></div>