<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/c0e34469afec9b7eef53a3bd55311ce9/tumblr_o0eqsxDi5I1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Loreley" (Wren Koppinger) (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=663867)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Level:</strong>1 (0 XP)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Wren was born on the road, in one of the traveling-wagons her family used to get around the countryside. Before her fifth birthday, Wren saw village after village. She's also heard the howls of wolves and other things in the lands between, where the light of the cookfires never reached. On those nights, she would listen and shiver at her elders' stories of adventure and ghosts, faeries and dark things that hide in the night.<br/>Kirborg was just another little patch of civilization on the circuit the families traveled, lending their hands on repairs and harvests. It was simple bad luck that she and her immediate family are still here, at least according to her parents; A wagon slipped its jack while Papa was working on an axle, and a bad angle brought it down on his back. The local wise-woman calls it a miracle that he lived; but he hasn't moved his legs since, and so in Kirborg the Koppingers stay.<br/>Mama found "honest" work as a seamstress; Even the Baroness has some of the shirts she has sewn. Wren though... Wren worries both her parents. She helps Merik and Kaitlin with their inn; mostly serving tables and cleaning while the boys are off doing the harder work of cutting wood and working hte smokehouse. But she also provides entertainment; this is what worries her parents, the idea of their daughter dancing and playing among the sloe-sotted villagers strikes Mama with quiet horror and Papa with not-so-quiet rage.<br/>In truth they don't have anything to be worried about! Well. They don't have<em>much</em>to be worried about. Sure, their daughter calls herself "Loreley" after a song she remembers from those days on the road, but she still loves and respects her parents and roots! And while she and Torbin have snuck in some schnapps (and some kisses) it's really nothing! No, if her parents need to worry about anything, it's the road out of town, and the temptation Wren feels every night to slip on her walking shoes and follow it back out the way she came in, all those years ago.<br/><hr/><br/>Holding off on equipment purchases for the moment; Since we're apparently supposed ot be village locals, it probably doesn't make a huge amount of sense to be kitted out with leather armor and rapier and a batman Belt worth of tools  ;D