[attr="class","rostername"]WREN

[attr="class","rostersub"]a [nineteen] year old [trainer] from [elara town]

[attr="class","rostercat"]WREN CUFLING

[attr="class","rostercat"]19

[attr="class","rostercat"]FEMALE

[attr="class","rostercat"]HETEROSEXUAL

[attr="class","rostercat"]TRAINER

[attr="class","rostercat"]FLYING, GROUND

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Wren is a humble, softly-spoken youth. She has never been drawn to the company of humans, and instead relishes solitude or the presence of her Pokemon. She feels most at home in nature, where civilisation is furthest from reach and the only lights are that of small, woodfire-lit cottages or of the natural kind. Indecisive and breezy, Wren floats wherever her curiosity takes her. Always loosley enjoying some degree of homeliness, but never able to remain devoted to one area for too long. Still, she dreams of finding comfort and contentment somewhere permanent one day; but for now, she drifts as nonchalantly as a wandering stream and searches for interests as much as she searches for herself.

- indecisive - airy - passionate - caring - gentle - loner - uncommited -

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Born to minimalist parents, nestled comfortably at the mountain-clad toes of Elara, Wren grew humbly beneath the branches of ancient canopies and carefree winds. As a child she froliced bare-toed and messy-haired through the vast woodlands and mountain ranges of her home town; always watching pokemon and brooding a strong passion for their freedom. As a youngster, she was forever troubled when the wild pokemon of the area wound up being captured by visiting trainers. With welling green eyes, she would confide within her parents the dramatised story of a recognised Hoothoot being forced into the closed fist of somebodies Pokeball.

It took her many years to come to an understanding that a captured Pokemon was not neccesarily a trapped Pokemon. Perhaps it was only the arrival of Kopia, an injured Fearow into her family home that made her realise that Pokemon could be content, happier even, when taken on by a trainer. Her father had found the creature with a broken wing, and braught the temperamental but eternally-loyal Fearow into their home to nurse back to health. Kopia became a good friend, and spawned Wren's love for Flying types. But even still, she always admits to feeling a pang of discomfort when she witnesses trainer's searching desperately for their next catch; maybe just holding onto the possibility that they may not treat them right, or grant them their own path in life.

It's hard for her to explain why Wren has chosen the path of a Trainer, and perhaps it isn't worth trying, for she herself is still searching for her calling. Spurred only by the curioisity of a world she so longed to understand. It seems that may be the reason she didn't choose the career of a Ranger, as so many from her area did - her father included.

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]HISTORY