Thankya, thankya vera much. It's a pleasure ta be amongst such fine personages and I truly hope that it's my pleasure, selfish bitch that I am. ;)<br/><br/>Anyway,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Here's Wren's Bio</div><div class="spoiler_body">Physical Description:<br/>Wren can only be described as a striking, vivacious young woman with thick, curly hair the color of aged brandy and eyes the shade of moss. A heart shaped face with full lips and a straight, slightly upturned nose and well defined chin, she is an eye catcher wherever she goes. With a figure that flows from generous breast into a slender waist before flairing out into well rounded hips and tight ass, her long, lean legs gives her an unconscious grace that might catch the attention of a stick that had been dead 3 days. Her normal tendency is to dress to accentuate her figure in light colored tunics under a dark blue jacket, form fitting leather breaches and knee high turned down boots; a belt with a rapier on the right and a dagger on the left rides low on her hips.<br/><br/>Personality:<br/>Wren is a fun-loving woman who tries to live each day as if it were her last. Light hearted and outgoing, she firmly believes that if you waste one day, you may not have another and if Tymora didn’t intend you to enjoy life, she wouldn’t of given you one to live.  Easy going under most circumstances and unafraid to show her flirtatious, hungry side, she none the less has a temper that many walk carefully around. If you’re a friend, you’re a friend for life… if you’re an enemy… well, enjoy what life you have left and carry around those two coppers for the boat ride.<br/><br/>Background:<br/>Wren was born and raised in zelat’s Crown  and was the child of a sailor who plied the waters of the oceans from the day he had turned 13 to the day he was killed by pirates. <br/>Her fondest memories of him were of the highly celebrated returns and the stories of wonder and adventure on the high seas that he would tell her at bedtime. So, it was only natural that when Wren came of age that she would want to follow in those footsteps and make her own way; her own name on the seas.<br/><br/>Starting out, things were difficult; afterall, having a woman on board wasn't the usual thing to do and of course, some considered it bad luck... but whenever Wren sailed, things went well and the voyages proved uncannily lucky, so when she was 17, she placed her faith in Tymora's luck and never looked back. Although far from a perfect worshiper, she believes that she honored the Goddess by placing her life at Tymora’s hands over and over as the years went by and the times that she spent on shore  began to show her a different way of life. Taking odd jobs in Waterdeep during the winter, she developed a fair repore with the town guard, who had become aware of her less acceptible nocturnal activities... hey, sometimes, you had to put food on the table in unusual ways... but since they never caught her, they tended to overlook her mischief. In time, it became more a factor that she spent more time on land than the sea, but the water was in her blood and she would always return to it eventually, if not for just a single sail a season. But pay can be a fickle thing with ships and coin from the city guard can be a fairly predictable, stabilizing force in anyone’s eyes..<br/></div></div>