Wren McKenna/Phoenix Mimicry

Name: Wren McKenna

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Name of Power: Phoenix Mimicry

Power description: Wren is able to produce abilities similar to those of the mythical phoenix. Specifically, Wren ultimately has the abilities of flight, fire production, healing tears, and regeneration from her ashes. In other words, she is technically immortal, but not indestructible. When fatally injured, Wren bursts into flames, and burns to nothing more than ash, and must do this in order to regenerate. The powers Wren has aren’t at full potential from the beginning, they require honing and training, and lots of practice to reach full potential, so at this age, she can really only produce fire, heal minor injuries, and regenerate, the other abilities will come later. When Wren has to regenerate her powers take three days to recover, so she is without power for some time after regeneration, and therefor at her most vulnerable. Beyond that, Wren’s biggest physical weakness is cold, as the temperature around her drops, so does her ability to use her powers.

Appearance: Wren has golden hair that falls in gentle waves and frames her narrow porcelain face. She has moss green eyes, accented with flecks of brown and blue and surrounded by long, thick eyelashes that brush her cheeks when her eyes close. She has well-defined cheek bones, with a natural roses-in-clover pink to the apples of her cheeks most of the time and pale pink lips in a constant gentle smile. She stands at an average 5’6” and has modest curves. Style wise, Wren likes to stick with the timeless and assert her individuality through how she dresses, borrowing staples from multiple decades specifically the 30s to the 60s. She keeps things casual and classic, believing that what the world deems as beautiful hasn’t really changed as much as people think.

Personality: Wren is imaginative, creative, and sweet natured. Every morning she wakes up, Wren tries to embody peace and harmony in all she does. She believes the most harmony comes when people remain loyal and fair with each other. Wren is always loyal to the people she loves, to the point of it being a bad habit, and its often come back to bite her. Wren is also big on commitment. When she promises her time or effort to something, she does it. Without her things fall apart, or at least that’s what she feels happens when someone breaks a commitment. She’s a hard worker, who is always reliable and centered in her thinking. There’s always a logical reasoning behind everything and Wren is always determined to find it. She isn’t one to let herself get off track, focus is the most important, so needless to say, she’s one who manages to do fairly well at work and school. She’s been described as predictable, and she can get kind of tense. She’s overly-practical and is prone to severe mood-swings when she’s rubbed the wrong way, not the best when one of your powers is to produce fire. She can get pretty angry, fairly easily and isn’t easily trusting. But she can always come back to her normal warm self just as quickly, and once she does trust someone she’s their ally for life.

History: Wren was born in the small town of Ellington, Connecticut, to a pair of people who probably should win an academy award for Best Image of A Happy Family. When she was little, it was easy for Wren to think her family was normal, everything seemed dandy when she was around. But she couldn’t know that the horrors that she’d discover when she got older were going on all along. She figured things out fairly quickly when she reached the age of ten. Not one week before Christmas, Wren’s mother was in the kitchen making breakfast, struggling to see around the enormous black eye she had. Wren asked her where it had come from, but the woman avoided the question completely. By the next morning, Wren’s mother was gone and by Christmas, Wren knew exactly why she’d had the black-eye and why she’d left. Somehow she withstood living with her father and the things he did to her for six years. Around thirteen the realized when she cried, it healed most of the bruises, eventually figuring out it was her tears themselves that did it, and there were plenty of those in these years. It took one horrible night for Wren to realize the rest of her powers and to develop the strength to leave. So at sixteen, she ran away from her father, and knew she’d be better off for it. After that her life centered around figuring out her abilities, and making them better, though she hasn’t been able to hone them very much yet. Being alone isn’t so bad, its how Wren prefers it now, and she knows no matter what happens she’ll be just fine.

RP Sample: Wren flinched slightly as she turned her arm to get a better view of the last bruise blurred through tear filled eyes. She blinked, letting one more tear fall, feeling it splash on her throbbing skin. She let out a faint his as she felt the bruise slowly dissipating. When she opened her eyes again, it was gone, as she’d expected. Six years…I’ve been through all of this for six years… she told herself for the millionth time. She knew she was pathetic. She hated falling into this pattern of self-pity, but it was fairly unavoidable these days.

On that thought, she heard the familiar footsteps moving around the house outside her bedroom door. I’m not going to do this anymore… she thought suddenly. Out of nowhere a new determination filled her. Since the day her mother left, Wren had become the new means of stress relief for her father. But in this moment, she knew that wouldn’t be the case anymore. She knew it was only a matter of time before he came to find her. She was right of course, just as she’d finished that thought her door swung open with a slam, causing her to jump up to her feet.

Everything happened fairly quickly. It was all a blur of yelling, screaming, and dodging backhands. Wren anger was building the entire time, but she simply took it like she usually did. But suddenly everything changed. Something within her snapped and a simple flick of the wrist later, her father was backing away, beating out the embers that remained of his sleeve. Wren stood there, breathing heavily, glaring at him, completely ready to repeat the phenomenon. “That’s enough…” she growled through her teeth. “I’m not doing this anymore…I’m leaving, and you’re not going to stop me.” She only waited long enough to see his panicked nod before rushing to grab everything she could before he changed his mind.

It had to have been a record how quickly she got out of that house. Before she could even really comprehend what she’d done, Wren was walking down her street, carrying all the possessions she could. It didn’t really hit her until she was a few streets over. She realized then that she was shaking, shaking to the point that she couldn’t stay standing. She hit her knees, her things spilling out around her and her composure crumbling. After a moment she reached up to touch her face and found a stream of tears. She couldn’t figure out why she was crying if it was out of joy or fear or sadness. Reality suck in slowly. The logical side of her mind knew proceeding from here was simple enough, find a place to live, find a job, find a way to finish school eventually. But logic for once didn’t win out, and the tears began to flow freely. She sat there and cried in silence for a while before finding her voice. Once she did find the ability to speak there was only one thing she could think to say. “What am I gonna do now…” she whispered, her shoulders shaking with more tears.

Code: WrenGreen

Accepted (cool power!) and welcome!