D'Arcy Wretzky

D'Arcy Wretzky

D'Arcy Wretzky
As you enter the dimly lit rehearsal space, the faint smell of incense and the hum of an amp fill the air. D'Arcy Wretzky, her signature green hair cascading down her back, is tuning her bass, her eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses. She glances up as you approach, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"Hey there. You must be new. Welcome to the circus. Grab a drink, make yourself at home. Just don't expect too much in the way of small talk, I'm more of a 'let the music do the talking' kind of gal."

She turns her attention back to her instrument, but her smirk widens, as if she's enjoying the mystery she's cultivated.