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Laughter is timeless, imagination has no age, dreams are forever.

Basic Info

Name: Tinkerbell

Role: Tinkerbell; Peter Pan's best friend

Movie: Peter Pan

Nicknames: Tink

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 105

Build: Very petite

Hair Color: Honey blonde that lightens seasonally.

Eye Color: Clear icy blue, occasionally a dull cool grey.

Scars: She has two large scars on her back, from where her wings used to be. When she was to leave neverland for good to follow Peter, she had to get rid of them. Painfully she removed them.

Brief Written Description: Tink was always gorgeous, even as a small fairy. Her seductive smile and darling figure followed her as a human. Though without her wings she feels a bit useless, and the scars that remain make her feel unattractive. Her past form is probably the reason she's so petite in this new world, being only 5'3" and petite. Her blonde hair remains, which she usually leaves down considering she isn't flying anywhere anymore. It cascades in subtle think waves to her about her mid back, usually pushed mostly to one side. She has seemingly flawless features, full redish pink lips, and her bright - but icy cold blue eyes. Her pale complexion goes well with her eyes and hair, and theres an overall light look about her.
She's usually found beside Peter, and she rarely socializes with anyone other than him because she isn't the friendliest. On top of that she usually looks stressed or distraught, always worrying about her best friend. Though she takes pride in her looks, and will spend time perfecting her imagine before going anywhere.
When it comes to clothing, she wears anything light and fluttery, that reminds her of neverland and being a fairy. It's what she likes, even though it reminds her what she's missing. She likes flowery dresses and skirts. Her favorite color still a light green.

You know the place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming... That's where I'll be waiting.

Quirks and Faults
~She's extremely ticklish, and any delicate touch is possible to make her giggle. She hates this, and prefers not to be touched in general. Though tickling her is probably the only way to make her smile at this point.
~She gets extremely jealous. Anyone close to her in her mind is like her property. She's extremely loyal herself, and hates the idea of sharing people she's dependant on. She seems to only care for those she's protective of, and anyone else could die and she wouldn't look twice. She's somewhat cold in that aspect, but she looks out for whoever earned her care.
~If she finds anything near her broken, she'll fix it. Whether it takes seconds, hours, or days. She's working on Peter.
~As a fairy, they say you can only have one emotion at a time, and that seemed to follow her. If she's angry, instead of having compassion or understanding to balance it out, she only has anger. That goes for any emotion, and it possibly comes off as selfish, but she can't exactly help it.

Likes
Neverland
Dreaming
Flying
Islands
Fairies
Wings
Sparkles
Stars
Imagination
Peter
Children
The color green
Sand
Trees
Water
Magic

Dislikes
Wendy
Cities
Drugs
Being cold
Being alone
Her scars
Being away from neverland
^ never being able to return
Being far from Peter
Being too hot
Not being able to see stars
Not getting her way
The sound of glass breaking
Sickness
Messiness

Dreams
To somehow make Peter happy, or have him figure it out on his own. Though she'd rather be the one to fix things.
She'd also like him to fall in love with her, because she's in love with him. Not that she'd admit it to anyone, not even herself.

Fears
Peter leaving her for Wendy and forgetting about her.
Peter never getting happy, and hurting or possibly killing himself because of his heroin addiction.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

Personality

Tinkerbell s a sweet girl when you first meet her. She's quick with a friendly smile, and easily compliments you. She is polite and graceful, and has an elegance to her that makes her appear very poised. But, there's mystery in her eyes, and slyness in her smile. Some people can tell there is much, much more than a kind innocent girl. If you knew her personally, she can sometimes be quite the handful.
Don't let her light steps, and charming laughter fool you too easily. She would easily seem like a girl you'd put on the good side, but she can be very dark. There's other sides to her very different than those that she shows. Her lovely exterior sometimes gets the best of people. This is not to say she's actually evil, no. She's just mischievous, and a bit curious, you may have to keep close attention to her.
The beautiful girl is not only witty and clever, but intelligent as well. Though by looking at her you may assume she's an average girl even, she's very observant, and is probably watching your every move. Being very attentive, she tries to always be aware of what's going on, and she analyzes situations carefully. One wrong move and you may have a fireball coming at you. She has quick reflexes, and isn't afraid of any consequences hurting you will get her into. Her goal is never to hurt someone though. Usually she toys around, and has her fun scaring others, but knows when to quit.
A flaw she has is that she's very melodramatic; in other words, she's a bit of a drama queen. Her emotions are hysterical, so if she wakes up happy, she'll be extremely happy. And if something sets her off, she'll be extremely angry, maybe sad. She has a quick temper, so I wouldn't test her. Her moods can easily change, but it's a one way street, she's usually straight forward, and you can easily tell how she's feeling. She can only hold one emotion at a time, and whatever it is it takes over her aspect on anything. Only some people know how to calm her down, and even then it's possibly best to leave her alone.
Another issue she has is that she gets extremely jealous easily. She's very protective of anyone, and she hates change. She likes things running smoothly and constant, which is her way. Any change will send her in a frustrated pout. A roll of her eyes or a glare is expected if you mention any tweaking of her system.
Going off of that, if you're on her bad side prepare for many misfortunes to happen to you. Flat tire? Lost items? Broken electronics? Messy hair? Yeah, Tinkerbell enjoys pull pranks and watching others suffer. She's a bit devious, and borderline sadistic. She just gets in weird moods. But, if anyone were to accuse her, she'd probably be in a innocent mood by then, denying everything in her sweetest surprised voice. She's very rude at times too, but usually just keeps her comments to herself or Peter, who used to laugh at them, but now gets a bit bored of her childish petty ways. At the same time, she resents Wendy in the fact that Peter followed her only to bring him so much pain and suffering. Tinkerbell followed him of course, and look where they'd ended up. Peter a junkie and Tink an almost useless girl who just tries to cheer up her old friend. The two used to fly across Neverland together, a place beyond any average mortal's dreams, and one measly girl took that away from the two of them. She never really got over her first dislike of Wendy, and her grudge has continued to the present.
Though, she possibly dislikes the girl mainly because she's hopelessly in love with Peter, and can't imagine going a day without him.

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#2013-07-20 05:00:33, as written by ibecameinsane

He was flying. With the wind in his hair, the sun on his face, he was finally in complete utter bliss. He could finally feel again.

And then there was nothing. There wasn't any wind cradling him in midair and he didn't feel the warmth caressing his skin. He crashed down to earth, waking with a start on the floor of some decrepit apartment in a cold sweat. Peter groaned, sitting up as he came down from his heroin-induced high, running his fingers through his hair. He crinkled his nose as the smell of decay smacked him across the face, sending him crashing down even further. The pestilence in this place was revolting. But this was his usual spot. They gave him the good stuff, for a low price. Peter could give a shit less about their roaches or the cracks in the floor or the leaks in the ceiling. Then again, he didn’t really care about anything lately. As he scratched the back of his head, he inhaled the scent of his shirt, frowning when it turned out that he wreaked of this place. Tink was going to be pissed.

Finally Peter was knocked out of his reverie. Tink, he thought, his heart racing at his sudden sporadic movement. Fuck! He rushed out of the door, ignoring the friendly goodbye of the dealer shooting up on the futon in the corner of the room. He rushed down the stairs, tugging on his coat that he’d had tied around his waist. He jogged across the street without looking, smirking as he heard the screeching of tires as an oncoming vehicle slammed on the brakes before ramming into him. The driver of the car got out, yelling at him and shaking his fist. Peter simply turned to him with an ‘eat shit and die’ grin, flipping him the bird before he took off towards the direction of his apartment complex.

He wouldn’t confess the lingering disappointment that came with cheating death. He didn’t want anyone’s pity any way. Peter’s quickened pace slowed down to a calm stroll. He meandered down the sidewalk, checking the time on digital sign in front of the bank for the time. It was just after nine thirty. Tink was going to be really pissed.

Peter made his way past the elementary school, glancing at it briefly before half-jogging seven blocks down to his apartment complex. It was a reasonable complex, reasonably price, and the apartments didn’t look too bad. Tink wanted to rent an apartment one block over but those were too pricey. They barely make it by as it is. He’d gotten a job, got fired, and repeated that process for months until he landed a small construction job that didn’t drug screen. As he sauntered into the complex, he shoved his hands in his pockets, his anxiety spiking.

He climbed up to the second floor of the third building and unlocked the door, shoving his weak body inside. His blood sugar was low, and his crash was coming full swing. He barely managed to keep himself up right as he dropped his keys onto the small end table in the foyer, calling out to his roommate and best friend.

"Tink! I’m home!"

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#2013-07-22 05:59:46, as written by By Starlight

❝But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.❞ ~Erin Morgenstern

The air was cool; the forest quiet save for the low hum of insects. "Shh." Thorn cooed. "Can you hear them?" he asked. The fragile body of the fairy delicately hovered just above the aged man's shoulder. Her wings fluttered faster than anyone could blink, but were soundless. Then there it was, the rumbling sound of a cannonball. It bellowed throughout the island, and sent shivers down the small body of Tink. The tiny fair winced, but the feeling of exhilaration pulsed steadily through her. She smiled, her laughter the sound of small chiming bells. The man Moved forward, stepping out of the wooded area to a cliff that overlooked the pirate ship. He climbed atop of a rock and sat, gazing below. The young fairy followed behind, landing silently beside him. From what they could see, it was the familiar ship of captain Hook. Poised, they waited. A boy had washed up on the shore, an Englander. The pirates were occasionally put face to face with an oncoming ship, which they always got rid of the moment it was in range of destruction. The pirates were interested in the boy of course, not wanting anyone still alive from the ship. As was Thorn also interested, so it seemed.
Tinkerbell and Thorn both knew the boy wouldn't last long, if Hook had his way. Thorn wearily looked down at the fairy, staring meaningfully at the girl. Fairies could feel thoughts as well as hear them, and she knew Thorn was aware of what she wanted to do. She wanted to save the boy. The man spoke to her, his deep but worn voice like velvet. "I'm not a stranger to your love of lost causes, dear one. But you have to be careful who you meet." He watched carefully as the fairy floated at face level. "You can't unmeet them." He looked away from the fairy, staring out at the marmalade sky. Tinkerbell fluttered away at an average pace, reluctant to leave him but drawn to the boy plastered to the sand. "Farewell, Tink." he mused, his voice in the distance as she quickened her pace.
She didn't have as much time as she'd hoped. The crew of Hook's ship rowed at a swift pace, but seemed unaware of the fairy's presence. A fever of panic rushed over her, quickening the heartbeat of the small girl. Being so small, fairies can only hold one emotion at once; without any other emotion to balance it. Practically fainting, she managed to pull herself together. Thorn had always taught her to push bravery over anything she'd been feeling.
Starstuff, or pixiedust, were tiny molecules of stars, so they say. But, before it is dust, it is chunks of star. Star so powerful, that with strength if it were to be forced together it could be dangerous. A small fairy would need great strength, Thorn had always taught her. She hovered before the boy, who seemed slightly dazed and confused. She glanced back to the pirates, who inched closer by the second. Acting quickly, she took two star rocks from a small pouch she carried. They were light but dense; both pieces barely fitting in her tiny hands. Squeezing her eyes shut she faced the water, the gracefully breaking waves seemed peacefully out of place. Taking the two pieces, she smashed them together in front of her. A large bright light blinded her even through closed eyes. A deafening ringing sound rung out, and the small sound of rustling leaves and wind brush over everything, the unaware creatures on the other side of the island only feeling a strong breeze. There was a moment where she was floating, but shortly after her breath caught in her chest, and she began plummeting in a downward spiral. Though it was only a few feet from where she'd been hovering, the fall into the cold water was long for a being of her size. With a splash she was submerged in what felt as cold as ice. Her heartbeat slowed, and as hard as she tried she couldn't move. Inside she struggled but the fight to keep any warmth in her was unbearable.
But, he'd seen her.
Her small glow still flickered even in the dark water. Realizing the small butterfly thing had miraculously saved him, he leaped to his feet. The pirates were cast away, their ship half smashed into rocks. The cliff they'd smashed into had somewhat of an avalanche, the boulders sliding and tumbling into the ship.
He stumbled into the water, still trying to regain his balance. It was dark and somewhat cloudy, though the faint glow was still lingering. He splashed at the water as if trying to move it out of the way, its icy temperature stinging at his numb fingers. Frantic himself, he plunged his hand below the surface, careful as to scoop the delicate body without grabbing at it.
It was cold, and as soon as he saw the tiny fairy his eyes widened. He rushed out of the water, holding the tiny body gently to his chest trying to keep it warm. The glow of the fairy's body was dim, but visible. He held her up close to his lips, trying to warm her with his breath. He felt tears well up and slowly trickle down his cheeks. Silly- he didn't even know what it was and he was crying over it. "Please... Please live." he begged, choking his words out between small sobs. He could feel the almost unnoticeable movement of her chest, the soft breathing. The fairy couldn't tell if she had much time left, but out of the water she found that her energy wasn't all lost. "What can I do?..." the boy pleaded, fearful of the creature's life.
She spoke, her voice still rang out like bells. Fairies had their own language, that only few beings other than fairies were able to understand. To anyone, it sounded like chimes. It was possibly one of the most beautiful things to hear, even the boy was left in awe. "You need to... give me something of yours." her voice rang in soft rolls.
And that, was the day Peter gave Tinkerbell his heart.

It wasn't the last time they'd saved each other, both meaning the world to the other. Though, she never saw Thorn again after that day. But the memory was from long, long ago. Centuries perhaps, but time was the hardest to read, for it always changed everything here. They didn't have time in Neverland. Things just stopped; but at the same time continued forever. But many things were unexplainable. It was to her knowledge now, that Thorn was one of Tink's soulmates. She'd learned from him, that soul mates weren't what everyone one wanted. They are a mirror, a person who shows you everything that is holding you back. They tear down your walls and smack you awake. They aren't meant to be there forever, just to come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then vanish. They break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life. It was that day that she'd met Peter, her best friend to this day. Her life changed drastically, and she couldn't ask for much more.
As she sat by herself in their small apartment, she picked anxiously at her arm. Even now as a human she could really only hold one emotion, but with worry came anxiety. Sometimes her emotions ran through her like pages. They flipped fast, but not too drastically. She'd began with bored. Whenever Peter left her alone, she rarely went out to do much. She had a few other friends, but she prefered to stay by his side, only wandering without him occasionally. Her emotion went from boredom to wonder. She wondered where he'd gone, the idea of him wasting his time looking for Wendy, poisoning himself with some drug, or doing something else toxic to himself crossed her mind. She'd brushed it off at first, but he next emotion was worry. Hours past by, not that she could really tell. She was fearful for his health, and mental state. He was sick. Constant sadness plagued his seemingly lifeless eyes. It pained her to even look at him sometimes, always wishing there was something she could do for him.
Her emotion from worry was anxious. In a stage of anxiety she was always jittery, and never felt still. Her thoughts fluttered as fast as her wings used to, and her breathing was uneasy. If she tried to sit still, she began picking at her skin, until the point where she'd bleed. Her cheeks were streaked with dried tears by the time she heard the door open. She was too tired to spring up and greet him; realizing she'd been up all night. She sat gravely still, frozen in what seemed a mix of hurt confusion and anger. Not that she could have that many emotions, she was just in the process of choosing one that fit her mind set best.
Instead of being angry, she let go of the tenseness of her body that had been stressing her the whole time he'd been gone. She stood from the couch she sat on, her weak body moving toward him. Her usual confident stride was replaced by a somewhat sloppy trudging, as she wrapped her arms around the neck of the man that had once saved her life. She buried her face into his chest, and cried. Slowly he put his arms around her as well, the two supporting each other.
After a few moments she stopped sobbing, and she looked up at him. "I know what you've been doing. You smell." she confessed, shrinking away from the embrace. She leaned against the counter, still. She was frustrated now, but decided not to lash out at him; yet. She sighed, taking a deep breath and moved into the kitchen before he could answer her. "I'll make breakfast. Sit down at the table, Peter." she requested, hoping he would cooperate for the sake of both of their well beings.

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Tinkerbell

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a character in “A Twisted Fairytale”, as played by By Starlight

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