“Wren Miranda Agler”
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Personality: Knows how to fast-talk her way out of a jam, but won't shy away from a physical confrontation if need arises. Incredibly sly and crafty; watch your vulnerable valuables. A smooth, automatic liar. Enjoys spreading rumors and watching the resulting feuds. Not dependable; if it benefits her, she may scram when she's needed most. Not interested in theory or abstraction; she runs by practical, self-beneficial logic. Rules and regulations are nothing to her. Finds hilarity in the expense of others' sanity or physical wellbeing. Slow to trust and quick to assume. Opportunistic to fit the situation; she's good at blending in and or conveniently faking her place in a group. She takes on life as it comes to her. A risk-taker with a fast-paced lifestyle.
Eye Color: Hazel diluted with odd pale blue edging
Hair Color: Mousey brown
Skin Tone: Fair-skinned, but she tans easily.
Weight: 113 pounds
Height: 5'7"
Build: Athletic- she's got some decent muscles on her- but still scrawny.
Clothing Style: Ragged. She salvages most of her stuff from the trash and homeless shelters. Most anything's wearable to her.
Hair Style: Tangled and hopeless. Split ends galore and there's always some sort of unidentifiable substance stuck in it.
Physical Features/Tattoos: She traded a genuine gold necklace she found for an appointment with a tattoo artist. For return payment, she got her left arm covered with the snarling face of a vicious coyote that she once shared the streets with. Additionally, her ankles are adorned with black, thorned vines. She's missing two of her left toes and her right big toe, thanks to frostbite. Covered in all sorts of scars and imperfections. Missing her right eyebrow. Amidst it all, she's got a cute face and fine features.
History: Her parents evacuated life sometime in her childhood and left this scrappy orphan to be raised by the ruins of earth. Occasionally, she's fallen in with some well-meaning foster families, but it was never long before she was out on her own again. She's seen some serious crap and that's why Bailey is who she is.
Flaws: Has a hard time mastering hygiene, she's got bad social skills and horrid table manners, and is constantly assuming the worst of everyone.
Strengths: Her street smarts and physical alacrity.
Species (Angel or Demon): Human
Is your character lacking any Angelic/Demonic qualities?: She ain’t one
Quirks: She'll do anything to get a glimpse of TV. Also, she develops shallow crushes on basically every male demon she comes in contact with.
Fears: Living indoors. She's been out here long enough that her only sense of security is found in being free. Also, golf balls.
Likes: Duck herding on TV, rapid consumption of frozen mango chunks, bad boy demons, guys that know how to salvage their own food.
Dislikes: Deceitful drug dealers, stores with firm locks, ostentatiously virtuous angels, walls and roofs, guys that need their mommies or wives to feed them.
Family: Most likely all dead.
Username: Daps
Other: Mangos