<strong>Name: </strong>Lyguardia Fen (Nicknamed Iggy)<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Human<br/><strong>Gender: </strong>Female<br/><strong>Age: </strong>22<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/35mocuh.jpg)</div><strong>History:</strong>Iggy grew up in a strange little family in Upstate New York, near the Catskill Mountains. She was the youngest of all but five boys and the typical 'daddy's girl', though she was far from spoiled. Her father was a Marine General and her mother the daughter of a wealthy land proprietor, spending most of her life on farms and choosing to raise her children in such a fashion. Thus, from ages three to fifteen, little Lyguardia Fen and her four brothers spent every single day waking up at 4:30, tending to the animals, walking to school and back, tending to the farm and doing their school work. Of course, every once in a while they would get a break, right before the family had to move to the next state or country.<br/><br/>Late one August, just outside of Lake Creek, Texas, Iggy was tending to Grey, the horse she had just spent four hours riding. She had just turned fifteen and was about to finish high school (early, like the rest of her siblings). After putting Grey in his pen, she started the mile-long walk up to her family's small Victorian-style home, through the long corn rows. Unlike most nights, the sky that night was a deep, devilish sort of red, the sun fading from view. It was refreshing, giving Iggy a sweet sense of relaxation and relief. Little did she know, she would feel guilt for that relief for the rest of her life, for upon stepping out of the corn rows, her life had completely changed.<br/><br/>With a horrid story under her belt, the girl somehow managed to make it through the red-streaks of light the flooded her home, find a suitcase and few belongings, as well as the keys to her father's old Ford. Now, seven years later, she has let to utter a word of that night to anyone, and plans to keep it that way as she sits upon the roof of the broken-down Ford, ignoring the smoke billowing out from under the hood and staring at the stars above her, wondering how far into Utah she had actually made it.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Although very secretive about her past, she is a very fun-loving and exciting person to be around. She enjoys being with the friends she can easily make and takes the time to actually know people, as well as help anyone she comes into contact with that needs it. She is also the 'mother' type who will tell you when you're doing something wrong and make you fix it, but at the end of the day, she's just another girl in steel-toed boots.<br/><br/>Iggy is also the type of person who sees things in a logical and realistic light and does not believe in the supernatural, so things that would scare or freak out the average person do not affect her at all.<br/><br/><strong>Advantages:</strong>A strangely strong fighting disposition allows her to get out of most messes she manages to get herself into.<br/><br/><strong>Flaws:</strong>When it comes to kindness, she has a huge heart, so she will ignore the seven foot machete in the hand of a man on the side of the road if he looks like he needs help.