Wren Valken

Name: Wren Valken
Preffered name:
Currently living: Where ever she is
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, looks early 20's
Body type: Slender, some say skinny
Weight: 5' 5"
Hair: White
Eye color: Deep blue
Scars: None
Skin: Caucasian
Profession: Pest Control
Habits: Only sits in corner seats of taverns and bars. Drinks to excess then starts in seriously.
Clothing: Black leather biker jacket, "skinny legged" pants- black or dark brown, sometimes short skirt over them, blouse- style varies, High top sneakers or ankle hith boots. black leather fingerless gloves.
Accessories: Six small throwing knives-coat inner pockets, W-2X Wrist Caster on left wrist.
Main Weopons: Old Valken-38 Carbine, re-bored for distance, sights custom configured for accuracy, initials "J.M.D." custom inlaid in silver in the stock. She has no idea where or when she came into possession of this weapon, it is complete to break down to fit professional looking suit case.
Ship: A custom designed mock-up of a Infiltrator Star Courier but Hyper 6, MGLT 70, Manuever 6. It is painted bright pink with the name "Sweet Dream Lacy" painted in an erie, contrasting color that hurts the eyes.
Unique fact: She woke up one year ago in a cheap Coruscanti space port flophouse with a hangover and a wanted poster crammed into her jacket pocket. She had no memory of who she was except for the name of Wren Valken. Pawing through her rucksack she found the title of her ship, its docking papers and a small pocket sized notebook, well worn, with a long list of names and dates in her handwriting, each marked through except for the last one. That was the same as the poster in her hand. After studying the poster a few minutes, she had the overpowering drive to find and kill the person. Since then, somehow, no matter where she is, a letter will arrive addressed to her and with no post mark. In it will be a wanted poster which, once she looks it over, she has the firm knowledge that this person must die for the benefit of the galaxy.