Michael Richard Banks

"Revenge will be sweet."

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a character in “Turning Pages”, as played by KrazyTigger


Michael Richard Banks

"Revenge will be sweet."


Name: Michael Richard Banks
Nickname: Mikey, but only Jane is ever allowed to call him this.
"Do not even think about it...I'm serious."
Age: 18
Origin Story: Mary Poppins
Character: Michael Banks
Sexuality: Hetreosexual
- Magic
- Jane, his sister
- Revenge
- Winter
- Swimming
- Physical activites
- Martial Arts
"I like to keep myself in shape."

- The Witch Hunters
- Dark magic
- A crime going unpunished
- Anyone harming his sister
- Ignorance
- Broccoli
"Witch Hunters are the most disgusting beings in this town."


- Losing Jane, his sister whom he is very close to.
- Losing Magic, as he has become accustom to having it present at all times.
- Alektorophobia, fear of chickens.
"I mean, have you seen chicken's feet? Ugh. But honestly, touch Jane and I will hunt you down."
- Magic
- Swimming
- Martial Arts

Powers: Just like his sister, Michael has been taught witchcraft by Mary Poppins. However, the two favour different types of power. Whereas Jane focused on her freezing abilities, Michael liked to play with fire. He is able to create and maintain fire with a click of his fingers. It varies in strength depending on his energy levels. If he hasn't performed any magic that day it can be a towering inferno, if he's tired then it can be as small as a spark. Nonetheless, it is a useful ability to have.

Michael also developed the power to invade minds and implant false images and thoughts. It can be words, memories or scenes and all he has to do is open up his mind and push his consciousness into theirs. The attacked may only feel a slight twinge, but that may be enough. Some with a clever mind will unknowingly send up a block and prevent his entry. If he does gain access then he can show them whatever he wants them to see. However, it comes at a cost. If he invades the wrong mind and they decide to fight back he is defenceless. They could in theory kill him by taking control of his mind, or if a person is mentally strong enough then they can cause damage without meaning to or force their own projections onto him.

Materialisation is the art of making things disappear from one place and reappear close to him. It sounds cool eh? But Michael has limited power over this. He can only transport items or people when he knows exactly where they are. And they have to be small. At the moment he can move his sister from one room to another, but she's not exactly huge and it's only a few feet. He's working on it.

Just like Jane, all of his magic comes with a cost. It depends solely on his life force and how much energy he has in his body. If he is too quick to use a spell or ability that could sap him of all his energy then he could die. He has to think long and hard about what they might do to him and if he can risk it.

-Martial Arts: Mary Poppins was never keen on letting Michael learn Martial Arts, but she yielded. He thinks it essential to know some hand-to-hand combat should he ever need it more than magic. And he enjoys it too.
-Swimming: Michael likes to keep fit and he loves to swim. He's actually pretty good.
-Art: Surprisingly, he finds himself quite good at art. Whether its drawing, painting or sculpting. He never has the time to practice his art however.

-Patience: Michael is an impatient person and can't wait for anything to be done.
-Cooking: He can't cook anything, not a single item. He gets by on cold food and doesn't even care that he can't cook.


When Michael was a child, he and Jane were constantly getting themselves into trouble and were quite the mischievous kind. However, unlike his sister, Michael has changed somewhat since that time. Even when Mary Poppins measured him she stated that he was "extremely stubborn and suspicious". He no longer finds any joy in fun and has turned into a very serious young man. This has happened since the murder of Mary Poppins and he has found himself becoming even more surlier and sullen than before. Often he has a frown on his face, his eyebrows constantly knitted together. He does not let people get close to him very easily. He has enough people to worry about and to protect so he's not very good at being friendly. There is some joy still left in him and if a smile can be coxed out of him then it is usually a very bright one.

Michael is a very loyal man and he would protect his sister against all costs. He fears that they will be targeted next and he has prepared himself to fight off the witch hunters to protect her. His heart is very much in the right place and he loves his sister, as well as his friends. However, he can be overprotective and somewhat overbearing when he wants to be. It is not a good trait and he tries to keep his sister where he can see her, which obviously does not always please Jane as she has her own life to live.

He has also become obsessive about the Witch Hunters and it has become an all-consuming problem. He focuses on them all of the time and it is seemingly all he talks about, as he wants to seek his revenge. He is very determined about the downfall of the two and he won't give up the cause, no matter what it costs him (except his sister of course). Along with that, he isn't very trusting and finds it very hard to accept people at all. It's a good day if he doesn't give someone the full once over.

Despite all of that, Michael is a caring young man with a heart of gold. He means no-one any harm, besides the Witch Hunters. And had they not killed Mary Poppins he would be a happy guy, full of laughter and life. But now his mind is warped on revenge and there is little more than a spark of his former mischievous self somewhere in his mind.

Michael Banks was born to Winifred and George Banks in the city of London. It became evident early on that neither of his parents were particularly keen on raising the two children. Both were focused on their careers, his father working his way up in the banking industry and his mother in the Suffrage moment. Their father tried to keep his household organised and well-maintained, but largely the children were left in the care of various nannies from the word go.

As they grew in the family home, the two became increasingly difficult for the nannies to handle. They liked to play pranks and run away if they could. The final straw came when they ran away from Katie Nanna, who promptly quit, despite pleas from the household. Once again the family were left without any care for Micahel and Jane. George decided to step in and appoint a nanny himself, rather than Winifred choosing one. The two children attempted to help, but their advertisement was simply thrown into the fire.

It wasn't long after that that Mary Poppins arrived. Almost instantly Michael was intrigued by the woman who came with a simple carpet bag. She received the job and to Michael's delight, that carpet bag contained many, many wonders. Mary Poppins became an integral part of their life almost overnight. The children had many adventures with the nanny and she began to teach them the art of magic. Michael loved every second of learning magic and marvelled in its existence. He developed quickly and lapped up every spell and enchantment that Mary Poppins could teach him.

Family life changed for the Banks and it wasn't long before Mary Poppins had to move on, though she always stayed quite close so she could continue the children's magical education.

It was by chance that the Banks family ended up in the town. Mary Poppins magic was used to protect it and the two children continued to grow and develop as Folksdale offered more opportunity to excel in magic. And then Mary Poppins was brutally murdered by the resident Witch Hunters. Michael's life was turned upside down and now he seeks to avenge his teacher's death, as well as protect the town with his sister.

Other: NA

So begins...

Michael Richard Banks's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Marigold Lokes Character Portrait: Lacey Swan Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe

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#, as written by Issa

Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ΒΊC (73ΒΊF)

Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'


Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.


Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks

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Ali Marchwood

Sunlight streamed through various windows into the neat expanse of a flat in Upper Folksdale. Outside the birds whistled a familiar tune, but it was the tuneless noise coming from inside the flat that drew the most attention from people wandering below on the street. Many stopped and stared up, frowning, as what sounded like lyrics echoed down to their ears. Steam billowed from the open window, fogging the glass as it went. An older woman tutted as she shuffled by, shaking her head before continuing on her way. There were some weird folk in Folksdale, best not to disturb them. Residents had learnt this lesson a long time ago.

Inside the flat, Ali Marchwood sung merrily from inside the shower. It was a song she sung often and it was ingrained into her mind. As she washed that morning's exercise grime from her body, she turned her singing into a low hum, a much more gentle and musical sound than the singing. Switching off the shower, she emerged, snatching up a fresh towel (which had been folded into a meticulous square and was sitting directly in the centre of the square cabinet) and wrapping it around her slender body. Still humming, she gathered up her things and headed into the living room of the flat. Ali cared little about her housemates seeing her in nothing more than a towel, they'd probably seen worse. However, none of them were to be seen as she slipped into her bedroom, turned her radio on and whacked up the volume.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged in a casual outfit of fitted dark jeans, calf-length leather boots, a tank top and a leather jacket to match. Her curl, ginger hair was tousled and fell in waves down her back. Skipping across the length of the flat, to the kitchen, she picked up her keys and bag which had been left strewn from the night before. Taking a long, hard look at the fridge, she decided that grabbing a bite on her way out was probably the best thing.

"I'm going out!" She called to no-one in particular, still unsure if her flatemates were lurking anywhere nearby. Heaving up a heavy, leather-bound book from the counter, she stowed it under her arm and set off. Her boots clunked loudly on the stairs as she descended, opening the book as she went. It was an old book, one about runes and how they linked to Mathematical problems. It was fascinating. Burying her nose deep into it, she wandered in a very familiar direction, towards the diner. Her feet lead her in the right direction, without her even needing to look up.

Once at her destination, she pushed her way through the door and up to the counter, nose still firmly between the pages. "Black coffee please." She glanced up long enough to flash the waiter a bright smile, before she was immersed once more.

Michael Banks

Michael Banks was on the other side of town. And unlike Ali, he did not have a spring in his step that morning. Instead, he was stalking towards his destination, head down, dark eyes narrowed on the floor. His shoulders were hunched forward, as though he were fighting off the cold, though the temperature was not at all low. Skirting around a group of gabbling teenagers, he took a second to gather his bearings before turning and heading down another street.

In his mind, his destination was clear. The forest loomed before him, gloomy, but nonetheless inviting. Michael made straight for it, the dark tree-line growing in size as he approached. At least he lifted his head and scented the air, almost like an animal looking for its home. Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, he waited not a second longer and plunged into its depths. Finally his shoulders relaxed a little and his rigid composure dropped almost instantly. In Folksdale this was the only place he felt truly safe. Mary Poppins had taught him to respect nature and this was nature in its greatest form.

As he slowed his walk, he began to stripped himself of the heavy demin jacket he was wearing. Underneath was a plain black t-shirt, which he also removed, tucking it beneath his left arm. His muscled, well-defined body rippled as he walked towards a shimmering ribbon of blue. The river.

Without hesitation, he dropped his jeans, revealing a pair of swimming shorts underneath. All of his clothes were dropped hastily in a pile at the water's edge as he drew to a halt. Dipping just the tips of his toes in the water, he closed his eyes and savoured the moment. The feel of the breeze on his body, the gentle caressing touch of the water on his toes, the squidgy mud beneath his feet. And then he plunged into the water, sinking his whole body into the welcoming waves.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Kingsley Character Portrait: Jack Helyer Character Portrait: Jane Banks Character Portrait: Maleficent Dejana "Mal" DeBrock Character Portrait: Gretel Character Portrait: Hansel Houwen Character Portrait: Ali Marchwood Character Portrait: Anton Taylor Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Leona Hopewell Character Portrait: Michael Richard Banks Character Portrait: Christopher Robin Character Portrait: Eddie Bern Character Portrait: Gabriel Leroy Character Portrait: Samantha Arthur Character Portrait: Daniel Wolfe

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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.