wren whitmore

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( milly alcock.      female.      pansexual. )      that’s  WREN WHITMORE,  the  michigan  state  university  nursing student  ,  they're  twenty-two  years  old  and  are  known  to  be  independent and  impulsive.  their  go  to  karaoke  song  is  silver springs by  fleetwood mac.

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obvi her full bio is linked above, but quick summary, some personality points, and aesthetics for the vibes! pls hmu here or on discord to plot - i have some WCs on my connections page, but fr open to ANYTHING babes!! excited to be here xoxoxo

summary : former honor roll student, track runner, volunteer, and certified good girl. wren got to college, discovered freedom was a lot more fun than perfection, and has spent the last few years trading carefully laid plans for adventure, experiences, and figuring out who she is outside of everyone else's expectations. she's done all of this while also surviving nursing school on caffeine and vibes.

personality : warm, adventurous, and fiercely independent. a former perfectionist turned free spirit, wren is equal parts belly conklin, samantha jones, and miranda hobbes. she can be described as passionate, ambitious, impulsive, and constantly chasing the feeling that life should be lived, not just planned.

aesthetics : nursing scrubs and sneakers. half finished iced coffee. windows down, music blaring, wind whipping through her half done hair. well loved running shoes. polaroid pictures to remember tequila filled and blurred nights. stacks of flashcards, color coded. flip cup, pong, and riding the bus. an old hockey jersey shoved in a box in her closet.

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closed starter for wren and mav | @icedruins

clinicals had quickly taught wren that exhaustion looked good on absolutely no one. navy scrubs hidden beneath an oversized jacket, iced coffee clutched between bare fingers normally ring covered, she weaved through the familiar flow of students crossing campus. october had settled in comfortably, carrying crisp air and the promise of changing leaves that somehow made the endless cycle of lectures, clinicals, and study sessions feel a little less suffocating. her attention lingered on the notification lighting up her phone screen, lips curving faintly at whatever one of her friends had sent in their group chat as they went back and forth about plans for the weekend. distracted, wren adjusted the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder and promptly collided with someone. “shit, i'm so sor—" the apology caught in her throat. blue eyes lifted and for a moment everything else seemed to blur into the background.

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☆ Milly Alcock via Instagram ☆

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