Wren

Wren teaches ballroom dance. He doesn't have a studio, yet. But then, he doesn't know he isn't leaving Gray Harbor. Perhaps he will rent one once he settles in.

Wren is a gamer and will likely start looking for a troupe.

For now, he is drifting, living on his savings. Time to find a motel or a garage loft.

'Glimmer! Huh! What is it good for...' Wren has no idea. He have never been around anyone who Glimmers other than his Granny. She tried to tell him about it, but he had no time for crazy talk. He figured he was just a bit lucky. Here in Gray Harbor, he keeps seeing things from the corner of his eye. Is the stress of his failed life getting to him? Is his Granny's crazy genetic? How freaked out should he be? Let's find out...

Wren is tall, slim, and fine boned. Dark brown, wavy hair is shaved short on the sides and back, but given free rein on top lending him a tousled look. Crisp blue eyes twinkle with humor and perhaps mischief. His nose slopes out to a distinct point. His jawline gently curves down, to a reddish dutch anchor.

Today he is wearing black trousers and a payne's grey button up, the sleeves rolled to the elbow. His vest is black as are his engineer boots. Ear rings and rectangular glasses are both titanium grey.