BRECKENRIDGE, Wren Jakob

[Wren Jakob Breckenridge]

Wren Jakob Breckenridge

Gender; male
Birthday & Age; 12/8, 17
Sexuality; pansexual
Occupation; student
Membergroup; high school (senior)
Playby; Andre Felipe

Appearance:

Wren is what you’d consider a pretty young man. He’s quite the looker, and that’s something he doesn’t like to be flashy about. This is a young man with a good deal of muscle, leaving him heavier than he looks and standing around six feet tall. He has brilliant blue eyes and reasonably long brown hair that hangs in his face.

Likes;
+Fast cars
+EDM
+Sports—especially contact sports
+History classes
+Physical contact
Dislikes;
-Responsibility
-Being lonesome
-Being indoors
-Reading
-Being out of control of a situation
Strengths;
+Charismatic
+Charming
+Outgoing
Weaknesses;
-Mildly dyslexic
-Softhearted
-Gullible
Secrets;
*He’s been hiding the fact that he likes boys.
Goals;
*Become more open with his family
*Finish college
*Actually grow up at some point.
Personality:

Wren is a young man that would love to be the one that’s alone in a crowded room. He’s brilliant and charming, but would rather watch the people than be among them. Sort of mysterious, but yes… charming. He loves being with groups of people, but wouldn’t like to be in the thick of it. There’s an air of mystery that surrounds Wren, and it comes from how quiet he has the possibility of being.

All in the same, he loves the people he’s close to. Wren needs to have the people he loves as friends to be around, else he grows more and more on edge. There’s a lot of love for people in his heart and that’s something that he can’t really help. Wren has the biggest heart, and there’s room for anyone who tries hard enough in it… just might take a fight to get in. In that way, he also has a hard time with intimacy.

Mother; Maria Antonia Breckenridge, 48, school teacher, neutral
Father; Evan Nathan Breckenridge, 45, mechanic, out of the picture
Sibling; Bane Calvin Breckenridge, 20, wanderer, positive
Other; n.a

History Overview;

Wren didn’t mind being the youngest. It meant that when dad went away, he didn’t have as much to miss. The man was a wanderer, and that was what trickled down to his sons eventually. He wandered, and he wandered off. Wren didn’t have that much of a problem with it, to be honest. He never knew much else.

And he’s just… been here. Wren doesn’t really have a history with people. He doesn’t really have anything that’s of consequence. He’s been in a minor car accident that’s left a scar on his arm, had to struggle through some special classes for his learning disability, and had the normal teenage boy obstacles to overcome. Wren’s biggest problem is a general feeling of inadequacy because of his distance from people as a general rule.

Your Alias;Hound
Experience;seven ish years
Timezone; EST
Other Characters;none (Bane, soon.)
Roleplay Sample;

He wonders a lot. Wren wonders too much. His mind wanders to the words that he hears them all speak, and then he wonders why he is where he is. The creature thinks hard. He thinks too hard sometimes. It’s something that he can’t help… it’s what happens when you don’t have a voice to use. Sometimes he wonders why. Maybe he’s too young to wonder why. The others can talk yet, yet here he is—he can’t so much as whimper. It’s maddening. All of it is maddening. It’s a wonder. The whole crazy thing seems to be hereditary, and he is Swallowbane’s son.

He wanders a lot. Wren has found the autumn chill to be refreshing, and he finds himself out in it a lot. Dad was off this morning, and mom was tending to someone so the young man was given the chance to just slip off. It wasn’t that hard, sneaking out. They weren’t likely to notice until he was on his way back, at least. That was if they ever noticed at all. Wren didn’t really like sitting around the den—boring. So boring. He would go on an adventure that would swallow him up and eat him alive… how cool would that be. Maybe a monster or something would swallow him up. The pup would, of course, fight his way out.

Or maybe not. Maybe he’d be eaten up by the monster and go through the digestive tract of a great beast and come out in pieces. That would be cool. The mind of a scientist lie beneath the surface, always thinking and analyzing and trying to come up with whatever he could. Whatever he needed to. Whatever happened next, Wren would know. He would always figure it out… ticking time bomb of a scientist, just like his father. His father, but with more brains. Always moving, always flying around on the inside those brains were. So. Many. Brains. Zombies liked brains. Maybe zombies were the answer.

Wren was the answer as much as he was the question. He’d wandered off quite far now, far from the cliffs and the rocks. This was a new place, a different place, a place he’d never seen before. The quiet kid was just another wanderer for now.