[center][b] Wren Ainsworth [/b][/center]
[center][i]I don't need you, just your respect.[/i][/center]

[b]Full name:[/b] Wren Faye Ainsworth
[b]Titles:[/b] Little Bird (nickname from her father)
[b]Rank:[/b] Boar
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance: [/b]
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[b]Personality:[/b] Before her father's death, Wren was a rather lovable being. She liked to drink and laugh and have fun. She enjoyed nature and all it elements. She could be freezing in the rain and find something positive to say. She was serious and driven, but never to the point of getting relentlessly perfectionist about herself or anyone else. After her father's death, this Wren has been covered with emotional scarring and built walls around. Nowadays, Wren is very quiet and closed off. She doesn't get close to the other men unless she has to for whatever reason, and she speaks in quick sentences. The only time she speaks several at a time is if she gets angry or if she becomes passionate about something, and she hasn't been passionate about much in a while. She isn't depressing, bringing everyone else down, but she is not the cheery girl she was before.

[b]History:[/b] 
Paris Ainsworth was a soldier. No one knew if he’d ever been a child. All anyone knew about Ainsworth was that he was a blood soaked beast when he had to be, a stealthy mercenary when it was called for, and a bright leader always. He won the royal family’s favor for his undying loyalty and extreme focus on what matters lay at hand. His fellow soldiers respected him, even though he never celebrated a single victory. He was not the leader to sit and lift a glass once a task was completed, simply going to his quarters and shutting out the world. Everyone thought he was simply a warrior and nothing more. This is what led him to eventually become Bear among The Iron Company.

Things changed when one day a little girl, no older than 2 or 3 years, was sent to the Iron Company at the Keep. She had a piece of parchment with her, telling the story of her conception and birth, revealing Ainsworth to be her father. The man seemed in a daze for the first few weeks, but the small, blonde haired child who never cried, even when injured, who chased butterflies and fought off mice under their tables, who looked up at him with hazel eyes equal to his own and smiled, changed him. 

Ainsworth learned to melt his heart, and became a better leader for it. He showed more compassion where it was needed. He showed more celebration with his men, earning even more of their trust. And he showed great love for his daughter, Wren. He brought her up the only way he knew how though, and that was as a soldier. When she was small, it was mostly fun and games. But by the time she reached eleven, he became harder on her. By the time she was 15, he demanded perfection in every aspect.

Wren wanted nothing more than to make her father proud. And being able to take on those in the Iron Company only made her feel she fit in more with the men. After all, she didn’t remember a time in her life when she was surrounded by female voices, only male. And she wanted to always be a part of that group. She still stuck out in some ways though. She certainly had better hygiene, and she couldn’t help her love of flowers and animals that followed her into adulthood, among other things. She could drink, but not like the men. And it’s not like she could sit around talking of perverted stories with them- she would get up and leave. She still kept most of her focus on being the perfect soldier though.

Her father was never prouder than the day Wren was accepted as a Boar in the Iron Company, able to work alongside his daughter truly. And Wren finally felt at home. Of course, some of the men accept her, and some don’t, not finding it a female’s place. 

Wren’s world was turned upside down the day her father fell in battle. In was like her mind couldn’t comprehend it. She ignored the battle continuing on about her, trying to shake life back into his body, and the battle was lost. She didn’t care though. A part of her was empty. After his death, she didn’t say much, just going along as if in a daze with what the group wanted. She fought half-heartedly in the Battle of the Gunbar river, and celebrated not. In truth, she has become similar to how her father was prior to him discovering his child, and she hasn’t softened much since.

[b]Skills:[/b] Stealth/Sneaking, Shortsword skills, Wrestling and hand to hand combat

[b]Dreams and fears:[/b] Her dream is to fulfill her purpose. She is open to whatever that is. Whether it be a soldier. A family one day. To stop something from happening that could have killed hundreds of people. Whatever reason she was put on Earth, to fulfill that is her dream. Her fears are those she cares about dying, and dying herself.

[b]Favored equipment:[/b] Shortsword, slingshot, the lightest armor one can find, bag of personal items for hygiene and health (some healing herbs and what not), small combat knife

[b]Extra:[/b] Though she is smaller than the other men in the company, she knows how to use her small size to her advantage and theirs, to sneak into places quietly, as well as take down opponents much bigger than herself when going hand to hand. She can also hold her liquor better than several of the other men she's met. She is a fantastic singer, though she rarely sings anymore. She has a scar under her right eye that she got during the battle where he father died (about 1 inch in length and horizontal). She is not very skilled with a bow or crossbow, and while she is strong, she cannot wear heavy armor. Her favorite food is venison, and her favorite flower is the iris. She has never had a lover, as once her father caught her kissing one of the men of The Iron Company and yelled... a lot. After that, most treated her as one of the men.

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Joachim- Appreciates his quiet, laid back nature. He doesn’t ask her many questions or give her the pitying look of loss, and she thinks he probably thinks clearer because he isn’t one to get overly aggressive. She does think she is a better swordsman.

Gnarl- Resents him. She believes she would have made an excellent bear, though it would have been unlikely she would have been followed into battle. She still finds it too hard to see him taking the place her father held for so long, and finds herself wanting to argue with him even when his ideas are sound.

Guinand- Doesn’t connect with him very well. She likes that he’s not overly friendly or nosey, but she also finds him too standoffish. Then again, she’d never connected well with archers.

Rand- Too naïve about his loyalty to the crown. She doesn’t appreciate the crown so she doesn’t identify with his ideals. She finds his kindness to remind her of how she used to be, and finds she can be herself more around Rand.

Astrid- Feels like she tries too hard to get people to respect her by being ‘tough’. Ignores her mostly. She doesn’t connect well with women and has a general distrust of them. After all, her own mother sent her away.

Rudolfo- Respects him greatly. Though she never drew close to him, because of his experience she feels he deserves to be listened to. Though, because of his forgetfulness & drinking, she rarely agrees with his ideas.

Sikarthis- Enjoys the sight of his animals, which cheer up her moods. As for Sikarthis himself, she doesn’t have much of an opinion. Respects his abilities, but finds his quiet frustrating at times.

Atl- She literally has no idea what to think of him and his nature.
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