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In costume: Flowing grey robes with a deep hood that obscures her face. Eyes can sometimes be seen flashing underneath. | In costume: Flowing grey robes with a deep hood that obscures her face. Eyes can sometimes be seen flashing underneath. | ||
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| + | '''Backstory''' | ||
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| + | Wren Moonhaze Meadowdancer Smith's parents were, as you might have guessed by her name, quite connected to the hippy movement in their youth. But even in their wildest, most weed enabled dreams they never imagined their beloved daughter might not actually be of this world. Well, that's what you get for screwing in a fairy circle. | ||
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| + | Despite this, Wren grew up entirely normal. Parenthood tends to settle people, after all, and the family caravan was now pulled out of their suburban garage every summer for trips to the seaside, rather than being a permanent residence. She went to school, got decent grades, and was in eternal embarrassment when some poor idiot teacher inevitably read out her full name in class. | ||
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| + | Sure, her ears were just a little pointer than most, but she wore her hair down most of the time, so that hardly mattered. She was short, 5ft nothing on her tiptoes, and skinny as a twig, but that just meant she made it onto the gymnastics team in high-school. | ||
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| + | Of course, some things were stranger, harder to ignore. | ||
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| + | Like how one day, when she was supposed to make a presentation in class and was, quite frankly, scared shitless, she hid herself under her covers the night before and wished desperately that she didn't have to go, that someone else might take her place. By some delightful coincidence, when she woke up again at around midday, her mother hadn't called her to go to school. Of course, coincidence it was not, as proved when her double traipsed through the door with a smile after their day at school. "We got a standing ovation for our speech you know!" They informed her, before disappearing in a puff of sweet smelling smoke. | ||
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| + | Never mind that she can… sense things. She knows where things are in the house, even when they've been moved. She never needs to ask where things are in a new classroom, or at a friend's house for the first time. Sometimes she can even sense people, or strange energies. And of course, she can drain energy too. The family cat is always a little drowsy when she pets it, and she never told her parents it wasn't Mr Cuddles that killed their hamster. It was an accident, the first time she'd used that power, and she hadn't realised what she was doing until it was too late. | ||
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| + | In any case, Wren was content to hide these powers and live a normal life, until something went wrong. Her last year of high school was supposed to be fun, a farewell to her childhood. It was certainly the latter. Unbeknownst to her, the super villain known as The Trickster had her eye on the young woman, and was looking for recruits. Kidnapped from her bed in the middle of the night, Wren was offered a place by Tricksters side. Terrified by the thought someone had realised she had powers, Wren asked for a moment alone to consider, then put her guards to sleep and bolted before Trickster returned, resolving never to use her powers again. | ||
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| + | That wasn't the end. A few months passed, and Wren woke to an empty house. There was no note, but she knew what had happened, who her had taken her parents. She also knew she had to get them back. She was an old hand at making duplicates now, four at a time, even, so sending one to school was easy. It left her time to scout out every inch of the city, reaching out to find those two most important people. The Trickster found her first. She was strong, though. Strong and sharp, enough to avoid or block most blows. By the end of the fight, she was bloodied, bruised, and free, for the moment. | ||
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| + | Their game of cat and mouse lasted nearly a year. Wren didn't even attend her own graduation, and by the end she wasn't even sure if her parents were alive. Fate was kind, however, and she found them, just as the Trickster lured her in for one last fight. The villain had lost patience. What she'd once seen as admirable perseverance was simply irritating stubbornness. This time, she wasn't trying to subdue Wren. This was a fight to the death. | ||
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| + | Six versions of Wren walked into the trap. One walked out, her parents beside her and a burning building behind her. The Trickster was dead, and her secret safe. Wren looked to the future. Maybe not a normal one, she decided, but one worth fighting for. | ||
== Ace == | == Ace == | ||
