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Pan Arton

Why do we need peace when havoc is so much more fun?

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a character in “Hollow House”, as played by Worldsastage

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Name: Pan Andross Arton

Nickname: Pan

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Birthday: Seventh of October

Heir: Fairy Prince

Likes: Jokes * Pranks * Cotton Candy * Seeing others in pain * Shiny Things

Dislikes: Rules * Pleasant people * Smoke * Cabbage * Cucumbers * Iron

Fears: Lightning and storms.

Personality: In a word, Pan is a jerk. He cares very little for others and cares very much for his own personal enjoyment. In his eyes, everybody around him is there to entertain him, whether they want to or not. As a fairy, he is very fond of pranks, but his can get incredibly malicious. His jokes are only funny to him, and he's completely aware of that. He very much enjoys it when others get hurt, and the angrier the get, the funnier it is to him.

He's like a child deep down. He cares more for fun than he does for his responsibilities. He sees no need for himself to do any work as long as he can get other people to do the work for him. Therefore, he's incredibly manipulative, skilled in analyzing people and figuring out their weak points and the best way to play them. Ultimately, his goal is to become king of the fairies and of all the races, a goal that he keeps secret.

His one weak point is his sister, Melissa, who has not inherited Pan's darker tendencies. When Melissa's around, Pan is at his nicest, and he's determined to protect her at all costs.

History: Pan grew up in a palace with his parents and twin sister. He was raised as a prince and trained to rule, but he cares very little for his father's teachings, viewing him as a weak man and a weak leader, and that some day, when he gains the throne, things will be run very differently. But that day is still in the future, and Pan is determined to spend this time causing as much havoc as he can. He has been protective of his sister for all their lives, warding off the advances of potential mates that he didn't see as suitable for her. He spends the rest of the time playing pranks on the subjects, and going out and playing pranks on other races. He has always been seen as the trouble child in the eyes of his parents, especially when compared with his sister, and has had to be disciplined several times, yet it has had no effect.

Reaction to being sent to Hollow House? Not thrilled. At first he thought it was a punishment for something he had done. But now, he's going reluctantly. He has no interest in peace. Peace is boring. But if he's going to have to go, he's going to have as much fun as he can, and maybe do his part to ensure that peace is never achieved.

Which race will you get along with best? Demons and genies, having a lot in common with them.

Which race do you dislike most? Elves. They think they're so high and mighty, but they're not.

Other: Charmander. Fire pokemon rule!

So begins...

Pan Arton's Story

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Phoenix Prince, Brenton Aedus Vesta


“Let. Go. Of. Me.” Brenton sneered through clenched teeth. If there was one thing he hated more than being forced to go to that island, it was having guards grabbing him like some low-life citizen. Brent might not like the thought of having to become a king, but he was still a prince, and no one got to put hands on him like that. He glanced between the two guards, one on either side of him… or rather, one for each arm. Then he sighed and stopped struggling. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t give a shit anyway. I’ll walk through the damn portal.” He then exclaimed, noticing that the guards were looking at eachother. How tedious their amount of faith in him was, really. “Father,” he growled on a sigh, incredibly annoyed with the guards and glanced at his sister. Great… juuust great. Weeks, possibly years alone on a secluded island with only Aila to talk to… well, her and a bunch of other races who all hated eachother. Personally, Brent couldn’t care less about the war and would rather stay out of the shit his parents had helped continue, but instead… he had to ‘take pride in the responsibilities bestowed upon him.” Were they freaking out of their minds?

The king of the Phoenixes sighed, having grown quite weary with his rebellious son. “Let him go,” he said, nodding once at the guards who instantly removed their hands from Brent’s arms, though still staying uncomfortably close. Brent sent his father a ‘fuck you’ tight smile, realizing he really didn’t have a choice in this matter, and looked at his sister once more, lacing his tone with irritation, yet kept it light and indifferent as always. “How about it, sis? Care for a little trip?” Then, uncaring of the consequences of it, he stepped through the portal, blinking several times at the bright lights. At least this let him get away from his parents for a while. Father, so disappointed, and mother oh so resigned.

On about his tenth blink, Brent was suddenly on a beach, looking up at a huge mansion with big windows, high on a hill. Looked like it could house many more than twenty wee princes and princesses, and on that thought Brent looked around him, rolling his shoulders. His eyes caught side of a couple people, but he didn’t really care to figure out who they were or what their intentions were. He’d probably find out soon enough… besides, he didn’t really find it interesting. Serving the race and pleasing the parents… well, that was Aila thing, not Brent’s. Mostly because Brent had other things to do… like fly. The thought made him look up at the sky, wondering how far he could go. He suspected there’d be a barrier to keep them all in, but found himself curious as to how much solitude he’d be able to gain in the skies. On that note, he glanced at the ocean next to him, wondering if the distance there would be equal to the one above. That he wouldn’t test though… water wasn’t his favorite thing in the world… being a creature of fire and all.

“Hm,” he muttered, a little amused at the prospect as he began undressing. He didn’t really care whether anyone would see him – he was pretty confident about his body, as well as private areas, and he honestly had no interest in meeting the others, or seeing the house. To him, everything but the skies equaled confinement, and he really wasn’t a fan of that. At all. Birds were meant to be free, so freedom is what he’d strive for. Always.


Faerie Princess, Venus Melissa Arton


Lissa stepped through the blinding light of the portal, hoping that Pan was right behind her. She had accepted this trip because she obviously had no choice, but mostly because Pan was with her, and she felt a lot more secure with him by her side… or back, as was the case right now. One step was all I took and she was on the most beautiful beach, the warmth of the bright sun seeping into her immediately. Her face lit up into a grin, several steps following the first, to bring her straight into the rays of the sun. She laughed joyfully, calling out, “c’mon, Panny! It’s beautiful out here!” Her fear had disappeared instantly, replaced by the relief of this not being a place of darkness. She had half expected things to accommodate the vampires primarily. They were a high-ranking specie and didn’t take all that well to sunlight, she knew. She wondered whether they would be turning up on the beach too… because that probably wouldn’t go down well at all.

The pretty little faerie took a spin, but only got halfway, as she stopped at the sight of people in the horizon. They were too far away for her to make them out properly, but it peaked her curiosity indeed. She wondered if maybe they were werewolves… genies… elves… phoenixes, maybe? She couldn’t tell, not even what they were doing, and that, more than anything, bothered her. Suppose she’d have to find out then; sneak around a little. The advantage of being able to turn very little was that even the most private conversations were accessible to you. She wanted to wait for Pan first, though, and maybe take a look around. Lissa liked to know her surrounding, but she didn’t go on this little adventure alone. Not at all. She needed Pan. She had never depended much on him, as everyone had always protected her, but now all she had was her twin, and she would probably be a little clingy at first.

Fortunately Pan was a lot nicer to her than a lot of other people, which was a relief… because though she loved her brother more than anything, Pan was incredibly sneaky… even for a fairy. Mischievous man that he was, no one wanted to get on his bad side. Lissa’s gaze drifted to a hill a seemingly on the middle of the island. On it, a magnificent, gorgeous mansion was situated. Okay, so she’d been reluctant at first, but now her curiosity was merely having a ball. She still wanted to get out of there, but she had to admit that was mostly due to the fact that her parents had dictated her going. Melissa wasn’t rebellious really, or even a little defiant… she just hated to be told what to do for some reason she wasn’t quite clear on, though she always obeyed the king and queen. She turned back to the portal again, hoping to find Pan there. She really did need him to do scouting with her… perhaps they’d spy on the others a little too. Okay… the probably would do both, in their true form of course… it proved useful when you didn’t want to get caught.

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Pan Arton: Fairy Prince

Pan stared blankly into the glowing portal. His hands were clasped together in front of him. His posture was stiff and still. He watched as his sister, Lissa, bravely went through first. As she vanished into the blinding light, there was cheering all around. Pan looked around him. It looked like every fairy in the kingdom had gathered to send them off. This didn't exactly brighten his mood though. It was Pan's turn to step through, but he was not looking forward to this trip at all. As the crowd watched in silence, anxious to see what the prince would do, he just stood there, staring into the light. Every one knew about Pan's rebellious nature, and they knew he opposed this whole idea. There were bets going around that he'd find a way out of this. Naturally, they were all sitting on pins and needles, looking to see if he'd step through, or turn and take flight.

Pan contemplated his next move. The portal was right in front of him, nearly blinding him with it's light. His sister had already stepped through, and he needed to make a decision. But what was he going to do? Run? Hide? Cry and complain until he got his way? None of those choices seemed very dignified. It appeared that he had no choice. He had to go through, though he was in no hurry. And besides, Lissa was already through. And who's going to protect her if he isn't there. He knew things were going to get ugly, and things may even get violent. She couldn't protect herself, not like he could. He had to go through, not for the sake of the kingdom, not for the sake of peace, and not even for the sake of saving face. He had to go through for her.

He could hear his sister call to him. "c’mon, Panny! It’s beautiful out here!" He knew he couldn't keep her waiting much longer.

At last, he made his first step, with the whole kingdom watching. He made another step, closer and closer towards the portal. It was slow and agonizing, but finally, he made it through the portal. The kingdom cheered.

On the other side, the first thing Pan noticed was the sun. Then he could make out the figure of his sister, and then he saw her face looking back at him. That was the only sight he knew that could fill him with joy, true joy. He smiled back at her. "So we're here. No turning back now." He turned to face the portal, but it was already fading away. There really was no turning back. They were stuck there until they could reach some sort of resolution, and he knew it.

Marie Dibson: Mermaid Princess

Marie crawled onto the shore from the ocean. She was the first of her family to reach it. As she crawled, she could feel her mermaid tail splitting apart into two human-like legs. She's never done this often, but she was excited about it. She began to kick her legs to get the feel for them. It was very different than controlling a tail, and walking on dry land was very different than swimming. She almost felt like an infant as she stood and tried to stand herself up straight, but she eventually got the feel of it. The island they were now on was a small island with no life and only a couple of trees. In the middle of it was a big glowing portal. She knew she was in the right place. It was smart to place the portal on this nearby island than to have it appear in their home at the bottom of the sea so that they can get accustomed to their legs and get a fresh change of clothes before arriving on the island.

Speaking of which, on the island, Marie found two bags, one with her name, and one with her brother's. She opened up hers and found a set of dry clothes. She was so excited. She'd never had to put on clothes before. The most she'd ever worn was a bra fashioned from seashells and kelp. She immediately put on the clothes, pants and shirt, and then ran through the portal without waiting for the others. They had already said their good byes earlier, and Marie was looking forward to seeing her new temporary home.

When she stepped through, she landed on the beach. She looked around her. It was beautiful. The sun, the beach, and of course, the mansion itself. "This is wonderful!" She shouted. "We get to live here?" She asked, unsure if her brother was right behind her. She knew Vincent was a bit apprehensive about this whole thing, but she had hoped he would change his mind after seeing the place. As for herself, she couldn't be more excited. This whole island was full of new things and new people. It was her greatest fantasy come true. She looked up ahead, and could already see several people arriving through portals and heading towards the house. She wanted to rush over and introduce herself to all of them at once, but decided she needed to wait for her brother.

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Character Portrait: Emmaline Quirin Character Portrait: Pan Arton Character Portrait: Leonardo Reyes Character Portrait: Brenton Aedus Vesta Character Portrait: Venus Melissa Arton Character Portrait: Evangeline Almora Character Portrait: Marie Dibson Character Portrait: Fisher Almora
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Evangeline Marie Almora


Eva stared at the gaping portal. It was so bright it hurt her eyes, but she found she could not look away. The Princess was hypnotized by the light and that fact that it would be the thing to take her away from her... Home? That did not feel like the right word. This place, the castle, was not really a home to her. It was a residence, the place she had lived in for twenty-one years, but not a home. To Eva the word home evoked warm feelings of acceptance and love. Here the only love she had ever received was from her brother and still the entire place had been cold and empty. Her only happy memories were with Fisher as the two played, or she watched him train. Eva's parents had mostly ignored her for her entire life, and as such she had no feelings about missing this place.

Speaking of Fisher, Eva turned her head to see her brother. He was, at the moment, speaking with their parents. He looked quite serious, but then again Fisher usually looked serious. After all, he would be the King of the Nymphs someday and as such had been trained for the position in every way possible. A tiny smile spread across Eva's face at the thought of Fisher in charge. He would be a good King and he would keep peace with the races. That's what he wanted now, anyway, an end to the war and with him in charge the peace they would hopefully achieve now would continue. Well, that's what Eva predicted for him anyway. Suddenly she felt a pincer like hand grasp her shoulder.

"Off into the portal with you," the woman snapped. Eva turned her head to see it was the cook that held her shoulder tight enough to bruise. The way she spoke epitomized how Eva was viewed in this place. Everyone knew that her parents weren't considering her for Queen, and that she was ignored by them most of the time. Plus there was the fact that Eva never complained to anyone. She would simply accept the disrespect of the slaves and keep quiet, not wishing to cause trouble. So they'd all learned that they didn't have to do as Eva asked, and they could simply skip over her room when they were cleaning.

Eva hesitated, glancing at Fisher and their parents once more. She wanted... Eva didn't know what she wanted. Perhaps for them to glance at her? Maybe wave? But she knew that was silly. What Eva didn't want was to go through the portal alone, without her brother next to her. Eva always felt stronger when Fisher was by her side. Still, she knew it was not right of her to wait for him. It would be best if a representative for the Nymphs reached the mansion as soon as possible and Fisher might be busy talking with the King and Queen for a while. Besides, even now the cook was steering her towards the portal with a steel grip. Eva didn't resist, allowing herself to be guided in front of the light. If it hadn't been for the slight push by the cook, Eva might've frozen right then and there. As it was, however, the girl stumbled through the portal to the other side. She felt the ground give way slightly and looked down to see sand beneath her feet. She glanced around and felt fear thud through her veins at the amount of people on the beach. There were so many... Too many. Eva had the sudden urge to dive back through the portal, but she was frozen where she stood.

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa cast her brother a bright smile the second she saw him, grateful that he’d decided to come with her. Pan had this thing about not really accepting her parents’ wishes. Sometimes she wished she had the courage to be just as rebellious, because she disliked being told what to do just as much as he, though they dealt differently; she reluctantly accepted, whereas Pan usually found a way around it. She’d always admired her 10 minutes older brother for that. Often it didn’t feel like just ten minutes. Pan and Lissa had the twin-bond, sure, but Pan was no doubt far older than his younger sister when it came to matters of the mind. It wasn’t that Venus wasn’t clever or intelligent, but rather that she wasn’t all that mature – mostly because she didn’t wish to be. Lissa cherished being young and able to fool around while it was still somewhat acceptable, so she didn’t wish to let go of it before she absolutely had to. She did have her moments of ourse; Mel could be serious when required, but that really was ever so rare.

"So we're here. No turning back now." Pan said, making Lissa cock her head slightly, watching him. It wasn’t the words, but rather the resigned tone with which they were spoken. It was a simple statement in itself, but it made Lissa want to hug him and tell him they’d be out of there soon. Especially as he turned to see that the portal had disappeared. A soft sigh emanated from her delicate lips and she took a couple of steps towards her beloved brother, wrapping thin arms around his torso in a reassuring hug. She put her head on his shoulder and smiled softly, glancing at the strong features making up his face. Even though she was behind him, Lissa could just see his eyes. “Might as well enjoy it while we’re here. It’s pretty gorgeous, right?”

She was trying to make things seem at least a little better, and on that note the princess thought of one thing that always cheered her darling brother up; mischief. “Wanna go spy on the other races? I spotted a couple of them, and I’ve grown quite curious as to who they are.” She gave him a gentle squeeze before letting go to take a few steps away from him, heading for the mansion, though front still towards him, grin already back on her face. She felt confident Pan wouldn’t be able to pass up the opportunity. He was a lot like her in that department; difference was that Pan often tried to spot weaknesses and ways to play mean tricks on people, where Lissa merely loved learning new things. She didn’t mind her brother’s shenanigans at all, though, even as she was different herself. Of course, all faeries loved having fun, teasing and fooling around, but Lissa tried not to hurt anyone in the process… at least not badly. It just wasn’t fun to her if people got hurt.

It always was to Pan, she knew, but that was the way of her race, especially the prince, and she’d grown so used to it; barely even noticed anymore. Her sparkling eyes had their usual mischievous glint as she watched her brother, her smile big and joyful. Melissa didn’t like worrying much, so the dangers of the others as well as many other aspects didn’t occupy her thoughts. Of course, she was no fool, and they had fluttered about a little, but they weren’t pressing concerns, and so she’d put them away for later considerations. Her main objective was to make several more smiles like the first, appear on her twin’s face. She had always loved that.



Brenton Aedus Vesta


Brent chuckled at his sister’s words, amused to no end. He had been in the process of taking off his socks, wearing only those and underwear, when his sister had spoken. He’d noticed her presence the instant she stepped onto the sandy shore, not because he’d seen, or heard her, since before sound even registered with him, flowing through the air, the bond between them had told him that she was near. It had always been strong, despite their differences in… well, everything, so it was a bit odd that he felt this potent a connection to his dutiful twin, though it was fact that he was aware when she experienced strong emotions, no matter the distance, whether it was love, fear, hate or anger, along with being able to tell when she was near him. He’d also noticed that anger and irritation tended to seep from her when she was near him. Ah well, it was the way of the world. Brent knew his sister loved him, just as he did her, albeit he was a lot more protective of her than she knew.

He remembered a couple of years ago, when this guy had gone on and on about the ‘hot’ princess. Brent had been in a bar, chucking down alcohol, a reaction to a recent fight with his darling parents, and the idiot had begun talking about the ‘dirty things’ he’d do to her. Unexpectedly, Brenton hadn’t been uncaring of the offensive words, as he usually would, because this time they had been about Aila. It was safe to say that the guy would never speak again, not because Brent had killed him; that wasn’t his style, but rather because the guy had ‘accidentally’ lost his tongue. A very unfortunate event, really. The prince had informed everyone that further sound of such talk would be severely punished. He’d surprised himself that night, not even caring when the blood spilled on his hands and face, and though rumors of his brutality had since fluttered about the city, Brent had never spoken a word of the incident. Not even to Aila. Actually, especially not to Aila.

Now, one shouldn’t mistake Brent’s lack of caring for love of violence or cruelty. He had not liked what he’d done, had felt no joy from it, except in the aftermath when he’d made sure no one spoke of his sister like that ever again. It had merely been done, and that was that. He felt no further need to wallow in it or gloat for that matter like he knew many men did, because he’d never cared what anyone thought of him. His sister, however, somehow sparked a little bit of something in him. A little glint of caring and softness. He had no clue why really, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it either.

Her words had brought him to stop, though still chuckling. He put his sock back on and straightened himself, watching his sister for a little while, having accepted his clothing, casually cradling them in his arms. He’d never understood her in all honesty. Why did she care what the other races thought of her? Her need of sacrificing her own wants and needs for others, was lost on him too. What an odd pair they were. He loved how she was so careful of how she spoke to him – clever, really, as Brent had a tendency not to take well to any kind of commands. He knew Aila wasn’t trying to order him around, however; she was just desperate when it came to this. He knew she wanted to please their parents, and she was probably right that his behavior was going to stand in the way of that. He was absolutely sure that this wouldn’t be it though, everyone was too far away to make out anything.

However, he didn’t exactly want to make his sister unhappy, and he was aware that she was terrified of returning home a ‘failure’ even as he still couldn’t grasp why. He cast a wry smile in her direction, putting his black t-shirt back on. “You worry too much, sis. Really, everyone’s too far away to notice anything I do right now. Besides, you shouldn’t care about what they think of you. Most of them are beneath us in rank anyway. But I’ll bite this once. Just don’t expect me to keep it up.” He said while tugging his jeans back on, closing them. He was teasing her a bit at the end, though they both knew he wasn’t kidding. He smiled yet another wry smile and brushed sand off of his socks, inserting feet into shoes. He was a bit annoyed that she was making him wait, because he really needed to just get away from everyone; he was still quite irritated with their parents, and he had to work that off, else he’d have to take it out on someone else, which Aila probably wouldn’t appreciate much either.

However, Brent started walking towards the mansion, glancing behind him at his redhead of a sister. “Well, are you coming then? We should go make introductions, right? Isn’t that next on your list?”

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Pan hugged his sister as she hugged him. He enjoyed her affectionate nature, and her hug really did help him feel better about his current situation. He knew, however, that there was no hope that they were going to get off that island any time soon. It's going to take much more than a few days to undo years and eons of bad history between all of the races. But for her sake, he was going to play along.

She asked him if he thought the place looked gorgeous. He actually had to think about it. He didn't really get a good chance to look around him, and he didn't really care to. He honestly didn't want to get attached to the place, or to think of the place as anything other than a prison. But at last, he managed to take one quick glance at the place. "Yeah, I guess." He answered. "If you're into this sort of thing."

When she released and suggested spying on the other races, Pan smiled, but not for the reason she might think. Pan loved seeing Lissa embrace her more mischievous side, though what she called mischief, he called 'psuedo-mischief'. The kind of things you want to do to say you've gotten into trouble without actually getting into trouble. Sure, listening in on other's private conversations may be considered rude and inconsiderate, but what's the point if you're not willing to take the information you have learned to humiliate or even harm the other person. Pan knew that Lissa would never stoop to doing anything like that, which he was just fine with. He didn't want his sister to be just like him, and in fact, he would hate it if that day ever came. He enjoyed Lissa just the way she was, and would never want her to lose that sense of innocence.

"Okay, sounds like fun." He told her as she began walking away, returning a smile back at her. He had no idea how much good quality time he's going to have left with his sister on this island, before everyone settles in and gets into 'business mode' trying to find peace, and then eventually into 'down right war' mode, which he knew was coming. And by the time that mode comes on, he'd be less concerned about causing mischief and more concerned about keeping her sister from getting hurt in the crossfire.

He ran in the direction of his sister, towards the house, towards the mass congregation of races heading inside. His body growing smaller and smaller and wings emerging from his back. His clothes slipped off his body, but he didn't mind it. He flew towards the others, unsure of which ones his sister had planned to spy on, but was sure that any pair would've sufficed.

Marie Dibson


Marie began to feel overwhelmed as more and more pairs of twins arrived on the island. They all appeared so very far away, but appeared to all be converging towards the house. She couldn't wait to get inside and make friends with every single one of them.

She turned to see her brother coming through the portal behind him. And already, she could since a deep sadness inside him. This, in turn, made her sad. She approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder to console him. "Don't be sad." She told him. "This is going to be fun. Just look at this place. Everything here is so beautiful, and so different. And if you get home sick, there's an ocean right here. I know it's not home, and you won't be able to get home from here, but it's still just as good. But look at this house. How could you not fall in love with this house?" She turned and looked at the manor. It still impressed her. "And I bet it's even better on the inside. As for the other races," She said, knowing that that's the one thing her brother feared most, "They're just like us. Sent away from their own homes to live with us. But they're not going to hurt us. We're here to make friends, remember? Just go in there, don't be shy, and be yourself, and everything will turn out fine."

She turned back to face the house. "Everybody's heading inside. We better hurry, or else they'll all go through their introductions without us." Leaving her brother behind, Marie rushed towards the house. Marie knew there wasn't much else she could do for her brother if her speech hadn't had helped enough, and she was just too excited to meet everybody. She knew that Vincent would be fine, and once he met the other people, they'd be so nice and friendly, that even Vincent will begin to feel comfortable there. They were going to have a grand time!

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa laughed with joy as her brother began racing towards her, evidently changing all the while. The smile on his face had warmed her entire being, making her clap her little hands in excitement, and as he now passed her, shrinking with every fractions of a second, she called out a giggled “hey! Wait up!” before setting into motion, her slim legs bringing her closer to her brother as she instigated her own change. She would have a blast, she decided; might as well enjoy the few things she could about this place, attempt to get the damn treaty signed, and then go home to her familiar castle in the beautiful nature that constituted home. So yes, Lissa had her mind set on finding out as much she could, maybe even spot similarities she could use when trying to convince everyone that a treaty was a good idea – that maybe, they weren’t all that different. If she had to be honest, she had no clue why nymphs, faeries and elves were fighting eachother.

Sure, they had their differences, but they all cherished nature and subtle beauty, so in the general picture of things, they weren’t all that different. Many people were offended by the nobility of elves, and the mischievous nature of the Faeries, while some felt that the Nymphs were that tad too free-spirited, but Melissa had never liked stereotypes, preferring to give everyone a fair shot at showing who they were, despite races. People could be very different even if they were of the same kin, like her and her brother, so maybe they could be very alike across species too. Maybe the werewolf princess was a fun-loving albeit temperamental girl, maybe the elf prince was a down to earth guy, and maybe the vampire princess wasn’t only a bloodthirsty evil creature? Lissa wouldn’t know until she met them… or spied on them.

As Lissa’s little, white dress became too big for her shrinking shoulders to carry, she felt the usual leaves creep up around her body, forming the short, strapless dress always making up her little faerie-outfit. Her body grew smaller, the tickling feeling of her wings magically growing out of her back causing her to laugh softly. As she unfolded her glittering, white and lightgreen wings and set off after her brother, her smile grew. She quickly caught up with him, rapidly circling him, joyfully laughing all the while. However, she only did one round before she took the lead, her wings soundlessly, yet furiously flapping about, causing her to move quickly through the air, not feeling the strain of its drag due to her slight size. It was wonderful! Lissa hadn’t been in her faerie form for days, and as she flew through the air, she realized she’d missed it.

Lissa didn’t open the door, because – let’s face it – she wasn’t quite big enough. Instead, she raced through the keyhole, grinning when she caught sight of a redheaded woman along with a darkhaired man. She knew that red hair usually meant Phoenix, and she’d heard stories of the prince dying his hair out of rebellious urges. She glanced at her brother, glint in her eyes. “Phoenixes?” she mouthed at him as she flew up behind the female to look at the paper she was gazing at. Lissa heard the woman say ‘Brent,’ her voice a little unsure, an impression moreover confirmed by her slightly widened eyes. So, the Phoenix prince was called Brent. The uncaring look on his face made Lissa a little uneasy, but she felt safe in her tiny form, accompanied by her much tougher brother, as she could move before anyone even thought of lashing out. She was little bigger than a fly and she had to admit that the others’ great size made her yet more uncomfortable. That was the price of her vague safety, however.

Her eyes moved over the sheet and they widened just slightly as she caught sight of the word ‘vampire’ on the same floor as her and Pan. She felt her smile disappear, because though Lissa was willing to give anyone a chance, fear induced in her for all of her life proved hard to shake. She floated in the air, just behind the Phoenix princess and looked back at Pan, knowing he’d get why she suddenly looked so frightened the second he saw the workout of their floor. She didn’t say anything, not wanting to draw attention to herself, even though she knew the Phoenixes could not hear her tiny voice. She was being careful, which she personally thought was the way to go about things.

The young princess had not really taken any notice of the beautiful room she was in, much more occupied at the prospect of finding out about her housemates… and evidently floormates too. She couldn’t complain about the mermaids though – they were probably a little bubbly like her and she’d though she might get along with them.



Brenton Aedus Vesta


Brent had trailed along with his sister, indifferent, blank look on his face, his hands casually in his pockets. He felt slight amusement at his sister’s attempt of the whole royal dignity. Sure, she would probably fool a couple of people, but she was a 21 year old girl, for Christ’s sake – who was going to believe she was really that calm and collected? Brent knew his sister, and he was pretty confident she was quite nervous on the inside. That’s what putting so much pressure on your own shoulders usually resulted in. He followed her inside, raising a single eyebrow at the interior. It was pretty decent – he wasn’t impressed (he rarely was), but he wasn’t disappointed either. It was no more than what he was used to, and honestly he didn’t care much for decorations and pretty things. Now, if they had a fireplace somewhere, Brent would be a happy little birdie. His expression sobered back into non-existent in a matter of seconds however.

He heard shuffling, causes his eyes to automatically seek out the cause of it. The sight of two people racing up stairs had him smiling wryly. Oh the wonders of infantile behavior. Brenton wasn’t particularly fond of games or folly, even though he was not a fan of his sister’s compliant, serene appearance either. Actually, in all honesty, Brent wasn’t a huge supporter of… well, anything, really. Except for his own desires and wants. Not for the first time, Brent wished himself in the bright skies, enjoying the feeling of wind under his wings, the sun heating up his body without it actually catching fire. He longed for the freedom of it, but was aware that his sister needed him to stay with her, at least for a little while yet, however bothersome that was.

He also walked with her as she moved to read a note behind a door – one, Brent deigned to read with her, so when she informed him of the rooms they’d be in, he merely nodded once, already aware. Also, he’d noticed the fact that they’d be joined by Genies, Nymphs and Demons on the second floor. Well, that would surely be lovely; the gloomy ones, the slaves, and the hippies. Frankly, Brent wasn’t excited at the prospect, and when he felt fear from his sister, he figured she’d seen that the demons would be on their floor. When she then said his name, along with pointed, he was sure of it. He sighed softly, that protectiveness welling up in him again. He expected to see a lot of that during their stay. If those demons as much as talked badly of his sister, or even looked at her wrong, Brent would be there, and he’d welcome the fight if it was what it took to keep his sister safe. He’d win of course.

He had been trained in all things physical since the day he could first walk, along with being taught how and where to hit, inflicting the maximum amount of pain. That, and the fact that he had been honing his skills of fire-breathing, slowly building the amount of times he could do it, along with his endurance of it. Also, he just didn’t care. He didn’t get worked up in a fight, he didn’t leave anyting but cold calculation in his mind. That, along with many other things, made Brent a pretty scary opponent in any situation. If things got really bad, he’d go flamey bird on them all and burn the house to the ground. There were no steps he would not take, because he didn’t care about anything apart from his little sister.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, voice unexpectedly soft and reassuring. He moved to put strong arms around his sister, standing behind her. Then he put his mouth down by her ear, whispering to make sure no one could make out his words. “Relax, sis. No one’s going to hurt you. I won’t let them, filthy demons or not.” It was one of those rare moments where Brent showed actual affection, albeit slightly harsh, but he didn’t mind too much as Aila was the only one who could hear him. Couldn’t have anyone thinking he’d give them the same consideration, because hell would freeze over before he did. No reason to humor the poor things. He offered his sister a soft squeeze, still not letting go. He had a feeling she needed it right now. She’d never been on her own before, and adding to the fact that he was the way he was… well, he couldn’t blame her for feeling a bit alone despite his company. It was odd, this caring side of him, but though he still could not quite make up his mind as to his opinion if it, he’d decided to just go with it. Maybe this trip would help him loosen up a little. Maybe.

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Pan Arton


Pan didn't exactly know how, but he somehow let his sister get ahead of him. He sped up his pace, finishing up his transformation. His body had shrunken to an incredibly small size, and he began to flap his wings, lifting his feet off the ground. He literally flew out the collar of his shirt. In it's place, his fairy form outfit had appeared around his body. His outfit were made of dark brown leaves in pretty much the same design as his sisters, because, let's face it, faeries were not that good at creating clothes to look mainly. So to compensate, he tricked out his outfit with thorny vines, wrapped almost entirely around his body. Just because he was a tiny little fairy doesn't mean he couldn't look tough, does it?

He followed his sister as they flew towards the house and through the key hole. Inside, he noticed several people. Lissa appeared to have taken interest in one particular couple staring at a wall. He could hear his sister make her guess as to what they were, and he agreed, which he signified by nodding his head as she said so.

He then noticed that his sister's attention turned towards the very wall the two phoenixes were staring at. There was a sheet of paper there with their room assignments. He found his and his sisters name and made a note of the room numbers. He was glad they didn't decide to split them up, and have boys on one floor and girls on another. This way he could make sure nothing happened to his sister, plus she was the only one he trusted to keep him company. He wasn't sure if he was going to like any of these other guys.

As he continued reading, he made note of the others they'd be sharing a floor with. Vampires and mermaids apparently. He rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand mermaids. Or, at least, the idea of mermaids. He knew there was no way a race could spend their whole lives living in the water without suffering from some sort of brain damage. He also knew they couldn't last very long on dry land without water, and wondered how long it would take before they decided to flood the whole floor so that they can be comfy. Vampires he had no problem with. If he hadn't had been born a fairy, Pan figured he would've ended up as a vampire. There was something about their dark nature that he found attractive. But he knew his sister couldn't stand them.

He flew closer to her to console her. "Don't worry about it." He told her in his fairy voice. "I heard vampires are like bears. If you don't bother them, they won't bother you. Just don't invite them into your room, or go into one of their rooms if they invite you." He knew this advice was probably scaring his sister even more, but he felt it was practical advice that she needed to hear. "And if you're ever in doubt, just find me." He told her.

He then turned his attention back to the phoenixes, who appeared to be having a very similar dilemma to their own, and the male phoenix was even consoloing the female. It bothered Pan somewhat, like having a mirror version of himself only as a phoenix. 'All brothers want to protect their sisters' He figured. 'I'd really only have to worry if he turns out to be a rebel and a trouble maker'.

Marie Dibson

As the two twins headed into the house, Marie was awed at the sight of it. It was a grand place, much like her own home, but very different. Here, there were shapes and colors she'd never seen, structures made of materials she had never known. She had lived a very secluded life, as royalty tend to do, especially when you're so dependent on water to live. She looked over at her brother, and could tell, even without having to sense it, that he was just as awe-inspired as she was.

Isn’t this something?” Her brother asked.

"Sure is." Marie answered. "A lot of some things."

But one other thing that also caught Marie's attention, was nearby, gathered around a wall next to the door, were a whole bunch of new people. 'At last!' She internally exclaimed. 'It's the people!' They all appeared to be reading some sort of list that had been posted there. Many looked distraught at what they had read. Many were running off up the stairs as soon as they had finished. Marie just had to silently stare for a little while and take it all in. These people didn't have tails or fins. Many probably couldn't even swim. And she knew that none of them were what they appeared. Some could change shape, and some could cast spells, and some could do things that she was sure she could never even imagine. But they were all here, and they were all together, and she figured this was her chance.

"Hello everyone!" She spoke to them all, in a very jovial and upbeat manner as she gave them all an incredibly wide grin. "My name's Marie Dibson. I represent the merpeople at this meeting. And this is my brother, Vincent." She said, stretching out her arm in his direction, to make sure everyone can see him. "He's a merperson too. We look forward to getting to know you all. Do you have anything to add, Vincent?" She turned and asked her brother.

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa almost smiled at Pan’s attempt of calming her. He was just so bad at it, it was nearly funny. He was trying though, and she loved him for it, so though his words were in no way comforting, she still shot him a little smile. Part of her was still focused on the phonix-couple, listening in on their conversation. The male seemed like he didn’t really ever console anyone. Much like her Panny. Sure, he was always there for her, but uh… that was pretty much it. No one else got that amount of consideration. Everyone else merely existed for his amusement. Lissa decided to get her own safety blanket and took her brother’s hand, her tiny hand slipping into his bigger one, which immediately caused her to relax, features growing soft once more instead of strained with fear and worry.

Pan’s hand was all she needed. To hell with words; actions spoke so much more, and he’d always taken care of her, mostly because Melissa knew she couldn’t do that herself. Frankly, she sucked at it. She was guessing most of the girls would be much more confident and self-sufficient than her, but then again, that didn’t really take much. It wasn’t that Lissa though less of herself than many others, she merely valued other things and had always thought violence unnecessary. All it did was destroy, kill and main – who could honestly say they wanted that? She didn’t, that was certain. She smiled softly at Panny. At least they’d be next to each other, which meant she’d probably spend the first couple of nights in his room. No way was she staying by herself in this spooky house. She didn’t care how her room looked, or how Pan’s looked. If he had a double bed she’d sleep right beside him.

Hey, wouldn’t be the first time. Lissa had often had nightmares as a child, and she’d always crept into Pan’s bed, curling up under his covers and then the bad dreams would disappear. In her mind she had made up this theory that her brother scared the monsters away, because he was much tougher – even back when they were kids. The thought made her smile at Pan, warmed. She didn’t need words of comfort from him, not really, which was good, because he was truly terrible at it. He was more practical. He offered advise, not comfort, and that was nice – except it didn’t help her right now. The feel of his hand covering hers did, however. Man, she was never going to let it go. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to. It resembles asking a 2 year old to give away her favorite teddy. Lissa had had a monkey-teddy she’d brought with her everywhere, she remembered. She was pretty sure she still had it somewhere, actually.

“It’s alright Panny,” Venus whispered at her brother, eyes still a little wary, but getting softer and happier by the minute. She never really did hold onto bad emotions for long. “You don’t have to say anything, but…” she was just about to ask him whether he’d be okay with her staying in his room, when someone burst through the door. Another pair of twins. Lissa quickly turned her head, her curiosity conquering her fear. Venus knew the talking female could not see her, so she felt safe, still holding on to her brother. Mermaid princess, then… huh, she didn’t look fishy at all, but maybe she smelled like it if you got close enough? The guy next to her hadn’t spoken yet, though, but the girl said he was the mermaid prince, and he looked more sane than his sister, that was certain. The girl seemed… eager. What kind of idiot would be eager to be in this place? It was pretty much a jail filled with scary inmates, and they'd been thrown to the sharks. Surely a lovely prospect.

Melissa knew she wasn’t the brightest, she tended to be a bit naïve herself, and sure, the place was beautiful, but was this girl completely oblivious? Lissa cast a glance her brother’s way, gauging his reaction to the newcomers and the princess’ intro-speech.

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Vince was only pulled away from the grandeurs when he felt a jump of fluttery excitement come from Marie. Frowning, he turned to her with a questioning expression. She was staring, a huge grin spreading on her face. Oh no... Vince noticed the two figures standing near a corridor entrance. Panic flashed. Who are they? Marie always loved to meet new people, which was fine to Vince, as long as he wasn’t dragged into it himself. Back at the manor, where everyone who entered the vicinity was either royalty or rich, he and Marie were never near anyone who was anywhere near dangerous. Here, in the “real world” as his parents described it, first meeting could mean anything could happen. Absolutely anything. Vince’s eyes glanced over the pair. It was a man and woman, obviously twins. They had the same facial features, the same eyes. No obvious signs of what creatures they might be. Well, they weren’t elves, Vincent could see from where he was standing the couple didn’t have an elf’s signature pointed ears. But other than that, they could be anyone. This is where it really begins, doesn’t it? This meeting will decide how long their residence here will have to go on.

In a second, Vince felt Marie leave his side and go skipping off towards the strangers. Here it goes. Vince already predicted what Marie was going to say before she said it. She had always loved assaulting newcomers with an onslaught of overbubbly spirit. Vince had given up long ago trying to repress her vehement crusades.

“Hello everyone!” she began. Everyone? Vince thought, staring at the only two other people in the room. What?-- Only then did he notice the two small beings fluttering above them. Faeries! He stared at them in astonishment. Wings, on insects, birds, or any other creature, he had only seen in books. And even of those there were very few. Merfolk tended to stay away from anything to do outside of water. He grinned. Wings were like tails for the air, weren’t they? But that smile lasted only until he heard his name being called. “Do you have anything to add, Vincent?”

This hit him as a surprise. Vince didn’t expect Marie to actually pull him into the introductions. She usually had the sense to leave him out of it, once he had made it clear from a young age that talking to strangers wasn’t really his area of expertise. He acted on instinct, speaking what was on his mind.

“What are you?” Vince blurted out. And then slapped himself internally. What a graceful introduction, Mr. Impetuos. But he knew it was the leading thought in both his and his sister’s minds. He was never good at small talk anyways. Vince could only hope Marie would forgive him afterwards.

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Pan Arton


Pan stayed close to his sister. His words may not have been enough to soothe her, but hopefully his presence was enough. As Venus grabbed his hand, he could feel the tension from it slipping away. Soon after, she began to ask him something, but she never got the chance to finish. Whatever it was, he knew that she'd bring it up again if it was really important.

At that moment, another pair of twins had entered. It was impossible to identify them simply by their looks, but fortunately, he didn't have to rely on that for so long. Almost immediately, the girl began speaking. He was able to learn so much about the two from so little. Their names were Marie and Vincent, and they were merpeople. One was obviously a 'people person', maybe a little too perky for her own good, and they other was a bit timid and socially awkward. Even though the two of them appeared to be as different as could possibly be, they both appeared to be fish out of literal water with no idea what they were doing.

But what really interested Pan the most was the phoenixes adverse reaction. It was almost immediate. The female reacted as if in fear. The male reacted with a lot of hostility. It was a strange reaction, especially from a greeting so kind and cordial. Even Pan hardly ever responded to friendly greetings with death threats. Of course, he figured it was because of their races. Water and fire just don't mix.

Pan grinned as he witnessed the situation unfold, and not a pleasant grin. The poor mermaids, ignorant of the position they are now in, becoming instant enemies without ever having to do a single thing wrong, and the hot-tempered phoenixes, ready to blow up at just the slightest provocation. And these were only two of the hostile chemicals present in this chemistry lab. If Pan moved all the pieces together in just the right way in just the right timing, he could create an explosive reaction that would surely liven up this prison sentence. He frowned again as he turned towards his sister. Did he really want to cause trouble and risk getting Venus caught in the blast? This he had to think about.

In the meantime, he noticed the phoenixes walking away. He turned towards his sister. "What do you want to do next? Follow the phoenixes? Stay with the mermaids? Find someone else to spy on? Or go check out our rooms? You've got lots of options here. Take your pick. It's all up to you." He offered.

Marie Dibson


Marie waited in anticipation after finishing her speech, waiting for the other couple to make their response. Vincent threw in a question of his own. Marie shot him a very encouraging nod, as if saying 'good question. You're doing great.'

The female spoke first. She gave their names and revealed that they were phoenixes. Marie's smiled widened even further, if that's even possible, at this revelation. She was very fascinated about the phoenixes based on the very little she knew about them. They were fire birds. That was about it. But that was enough for Marie. She'd never actually seen a fire before, or birds other than the occasional seagull. So this was an amazing opportunity.

Next, the male spoke up, and there was something in his tone and words that didn't please Marie. She couldn't really process hostility, so the best she could describe the attitude of the phoenix was 'grumpy', as if he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed and needed some time to cool off. Then the two stormed off, leaving the merfolk without a rebuttal. It was an odd way to end a conversation, Marie thought, without even saying good bye or have a nice day. But if this was the way they do things on land, she wasn't going to fight it. But she wasn't going to compromise her own ideals either.

"It was nice meeting you!" She shouted as they both walked off. She turned and smiled at his brother. "You did great." She encouraged. She knew it was tough for Vincent. She could sense it. But it wouldn't have done any favors if he just remained quiet and refused to talk to anyone. Especially if he was going to become the next king, he had to learn to come out of his comfort zone and make relations with others. Not that Marie cared about the political stuff. She just thought it was nice to be able to talk to people. She didn't quite understand her brother, and it wasn't for a lack of trying. It seemed unusual to get nervous around strangers, because you're just as much a stranger as they are to you. And once you get to know them, you're no longer strangers, and both your worlds just got a little bit bigger.

"They were nice." Marie added. "I could tell. It's not necessarily there on the surface, but underneath, they're very kind people. I'm sure they're just a little tired from their trip. I'm sure they have nothing against us personally. It might take a while, but eventually, they'll warm up to us." After a silent beat, Marie started to chuckle. "Get it? Warm up? Because they're fire birds. I'm so funny. I should tell them that one the next time I see them. That'll get them to like us."

As she rambled, and her eyes wandered around the room, they finally landed on the sheet of paper hanging on the wall by the door. "Oh look, Vincent! Our names are here!" She went over to the wall and read it. "Looks like we're on the ground floor along with the faeries and the vampires. Don't they sound delightful? The adorable faeries and the...something...vampires. I don't know what vampires are, exactly, but I'm sure they're very friendly. What do you say, Vincent? Want to go meet them?"

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Venus Melissa Arton, Fairy Princess


Venus couldn’t help a sweet smile when the merperson prince asked “what are you?”, however she didn’t miss the fact that he’d been looking directly at her. This worried her. People were not supposed to notice her and Pan – not while they were still so little. It was a discomforting thought, and it made her clench onto her brother even more, her hand squeezing his slightly. Her brother didn’t seem too impressed with the bubbly and slightly awkward introductions, but she knew he was soaking up every bit of information freely given, just like she was. As the scene unfolded before her, the phoenixes reacting with respectively fear and hostility, she could practically feel the webs being spun in her brother’s mind, causing her to shoot him a look. He was smiling the exact smile she’d suspected he would. This meant he was going to cause some trouble among the other, however, the smile faded when he looked at her soft features and frowned instead.

He was probably worrying about her again, but she didn’t quite know why. She’d have to ask him what was going on. At the fire-display of the Phoenix Prince, Venus flew closer to her brother, half-way hiding behind him, shaking a little out of shock. Venus wasn’t afraid of fire itself, but wielded by the right person, it was no pleasant thing, and this prince did not seem very agreeable. He scared her a little, honestly, even with Pan’s hand in hers. She soaked up the myriad of impressions and information flooding her, but stayed safely behind her brother, peeking over his shoulder at the merfolk after the Phoenixes left, laughing softly at the mermaid yelling that it was nice meeting the duo. Her gaze, however, soon got redirected towards her brother as he turned and spoke directly to her. She smiled at him, loving that he’d just go along with whatever she wanted to do. She supposed he could feel her need of him, something she greatly appreciated.

At the same time, she detected talking among the mermaid, however and put a single finger in front of her mouth, motioning for her twin to keep quiet. She was curious as to the mermaid princess. No one could possibly be that clueless. There was just no way. She once more peeked over Pan’s shoulder, squinting slightly as if that would help her hear the couple. As she listened in on the conversation between the two, she laughed at Marie, puzzled at their resemblances, albeit the mermaid was a bit more naïve than herself, Venus always did believe in the best in people too. Even though her joke was absolutely terrible, Venus found herself warming towards the creature. With the prince of the Phoenixes she had found that his good side was shown in the protectiveness he took on with his sister. He reminded her of Pan in that fashion. The thought made her shoot her twin a warm smile, even as she still listened to the couple.

When they moved towards the fairies, Melissa was just about to tell her brother that they should go, but kept quiet for some reason. She wanted to know their reaction to their floor-mates, maybe, or perhaps she just liked the company of the others, and well, okay, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do yet, so hovering around the entrance hall seemed like a pretty good idea at the moment. She found herself smiling widely at the notion that fairies were ‘adorable’. Words from the mermaid obviously and glanced at Pan, who would probably find the word pretty degrading. She was going to try and keep this mermaid princess safe from her brother, though. Pan could be so terribly mean sometimes, and she already knew he was planning something. However, for the time being, her curiosity towards the merfolk had been sated. She was glad, and found herself appreciating the fact that the two were going to be sharing floor with her and her brother. It didn’t make her feel safe, but it did make her feel welcome.

She looked from the merfolk to the stairs and then moved her gave to look Pan, smiling warmly at him, her blue-green eyes sparkly and beautiful, blonde hair moving with her head. They probably should introduce themselves to all the others, which meant they had to change shape, and then put on some clothes, as the latter had been shed on the beach and forgotten. Lissa wasn’t going to get it. It was just a simple, white dress, nothing all that special. She had about a million dresses, and was pretty used to throwing them away whenever she randomly felt like changing. There would be plenty of time for spying on everyone later too, though they’d have to be more careful with their clothes; people would be more prone to be on the look-out if clothes were lying about randomly. It was a tad suspicious.

She shook her head a little, sending a smile in the direction of the merpeople. “I like them,” she said, glancing back at her brother, still smiling. “And I think we should probably make formal introductions… or at least introductions,” she added, laughing softly. “I don’t want to be last to meet everyone… that would suck. How about we go to our rooms, change and then meet everyone? Then we can spy some more on everyone afterwards.” Her smile widened at her last words, loving the fact that they were able to become tiny enough to enter any room and listen in on every conversation. Lissa loved being a fairy. Why would anyone ever want to be anything else?

Just after the words left her mouth, Lissa was flying once more, dragging Pan along with her till they reached their rooms. Then she stopped, wings fluttering to keep her in the air. “Here we are,” she noted, voice chipper. “Me first, then you.” Then she flew into her room, her brother still attached to her by hand. She had no qualms changing in front of him. They were fairies, being naked for a little while until you got to put on clothes, was natural. No one frowned on that, ever. She was guessing the shapeshifters were like that as well. She couldn’t imagine what a bother it would be if she had to hide every time she changed into her bigger form. It would take forever, is what it would. It was a nice arrangement, because it meant that he could be in her room as she changed back, staying near her. She didn’t want him leaving her side even for a second.

As soon as Venus found herself in the middle of her room, she took time enough to look around, squealing joyfully as she instigated her change. “Look at it, Panny! It’s gorgeous!” The silvery tones of her room were beautiful, and the big bed looked soft and fluffy. She loved the amount of mirrors, reflecting the shining quality of the furniture. Her smile was still big as her transformation ended, leaf-dress gone, leaving her completely naked. She looked around her, eyes brightening when she caught sight of a closet and moved to find herself some change of clothes. It didn’t take her long to dress herself in this before she turned to her brother, doing her hair all the while.

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Pan Arton


Before Venus can give Pan an answer, the mermaids began talking again, and Venus had signaled for him to stay quiet. He did. He was only partially interested in what the mermaids had to say to one another. But he listened all the same. The way the female shouted out after the phoenixes once they left was a bit quaint, and a tad dim witted. His sister seemed amused by it, so that made her happy. The rest of it was rather dull. Some naive ranting about there being good in people. Reminded him a bit of Lissa. It was one of the traits he liked about her. Something he'd lost a long time ago. It was something he wouldn't want anyone to lose, especially his sister.

After some time, Venus expressed wanting to make introductions. He smiled at the notion, all the while, secretly hating it. He didn't look forward to meeting any of these people face to face. He was just fine being a fly on the wall, but to actually interact with these people was nothing less than torture. But he knew it had to happen eventually.

Before he knew it, he was being whisked away down the hall and carried into his sister's room through the key hole. Inside he was assaulted by all things white and silver. It was almost painful. It all just seemed too clean and too pure. It was a harsh reminder of what he wasn't. Although his sister seemed to enjoy it. He was glad. "It's beautiful." He told her. "For you. I just hope my room doesn't look anything like this."

Pan didn't mind being taken into this room as she changed, except for the whole pureness and light thing. Being faeries, he wasn't bothered by the naked body. As she changed, Pan looked on and watched her put on her new dress. He smiled at it. "It's very flowery." He commented. "It looks great on you. I think it's a bit formal, though. We're just going to be meeting all of the other races. It's hardly worth looking nice for." He said rather coldly. "Never mind. You look great. Now it's my turn." He turned and flew the same way he came in. "Hurry before the vampires get you." He teased as he flew across the hallway. Fortunately, his room was just across the hall from his sister's. Only a few measly feet of danger zone. But Pan didn't see any vampires out in the hall, and actually believed that the vampires hadn't have arrived at all. He flew into his own room and looked around.

"This is more like it." The place was dark. Black floors, black walls, black furniture, black everything. There was also plenty of white, but it contrasted nicely with the blackness. It reminded him of his own heart. He felt like he would be sleeping inside his own soul tonight, as odd as that sounds. He didn't wait for his sister to walk in, knowing she was right behind him and would be coming in at any moment. He flew into his closet and started looking through his options. He didn't spend long. He found a plain black t-shirt, and a dark green jacket. He also found a pair of black jeans. He laid the outfit out on his bed and began his transformation back into his larger size. He changed quickly, not wanting to keep his sister waiting to begin the meet and greets. Once the last article of clothing was one, he walked to the door, grimacing at his sister on his way out.

"So where are we off to now?" He asked her as he stepped into the hall. "Walk around until we find somebody? Or is there some place specific you'd like to go?"

Marie Dibson


Marie took her eyes off from the paper hanging on the wall to look at her brother, who felt like he had something to see. She could feel that he wasn't exactly happy with the way the previous conversation went, but hadn't had the chance to say anything about before the hall was filled with even more people. Marie nearly squealed, but held it in.

The first pair, that entered through the door, introduced themselves as werewolves, which piqued the mermaid's interest. She imagined their transformations as something cute and adorable, like puppies. She didn't know what puppies are, but thought they would be adorable, like starfish. She had to resist the urge to pet them both on the heads right then and there. But they were people first, and she was aware of it. After all, they did look and act like people. And these ones appeared a lot more friendlier and open than the phoenixes.

The other pair hadn't made any introductions such yet, but carried a very sophisticated aura about them. They appeared to think themselves above all the rest, and not just because they were on the stairs. She had no idea who they were, but they too seemed less grumpy than the phoenixes.

Before she could get over her excitement to say anything, Vincent made the first move and introduced themselves to the strangers. A sense of pride welled up in the sister, proud of her brother for taking such a daring move. She put her arm on his shoulder and shot him a smile. "That was really good." But then could sense his bravery fading away, and decided to take the reins.

She turned to the werewolves and gave them both a warm smile. "It's very good to meet both of you." Then turned to the strangers on the stairs. "You too. Like my brother said, we're merfolks. We come from the water, and it isn't often we get to meet members of the other races. It's kind of like having a party, isn't it?" She turned towards the female werewolf, Desiree, whom Marie felt a special bond with for some reason, like she reminded her of somebody back home.

"Yes, this is a big house, isn't it?" She responded to Desiree's inquiry. "We haven't had the chance to go past this room, and I'm still not quite sure how we're going to get up to the higher floors, since our bodies seem to want to stick to the floor for some reason. I'm still not quite used to getting around on these legs. Do you guys have to jump to get to high places? Is that what you call it? Jumping?" She thought about it for a little while, and then realized that she just got off on a tangent and had to try to return back to the conversation at hand. "As for the number of people here, I think it's 20. It is still a lot though. But you can check out this list to be sure." She said, pointing to the list by the door. "We're all on it!" She says, almost exploding with excitement. "It even tells us what rooms we're sleeping in."

She turned back to the strangers on the stairs. "Oh, I almost forgot. You never told us who you were. Oh, wait, I want to guess. Nymphs? No, faeries! No. Okay, I give up."

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Brenton Aedus Vesta, Phoenix Prince


Brent kept unusually quiet as his sister ranted away. Enemies-smenemies, who cared? Well, obviously a certain Phoenix Princess did… she really should get over that soon. It got tiring. She was nagging him, like he’d suspected she would, and he let her without any snide remarks, mostly because he could tell she was on the verge of breakdown. After practically ordering him to leave her alone, she shut the door in his face. It caused a wry smile to adorn his otherwise hard, yet strangely innocent features. That was another thing, Brent could have a cold gaze, he could appear menacing, but fact remained that his face did not have hard lines like many other guys his age had. No, Brent had been cursed with an innocent-looking face. Luckily the rest of him imposed enough of a threat that it didn’t matter, and his uncaring, cold, blue eyes made up for his soft facial features.

He watched his sister’s door for a little, thinking her words over. Perhaps he could have been a little more considerate of her, but he hadn’t really managed to care much. He supposed it was sort of an issue, but again… he didn’t care. It frustrated him at times, because for some reason he didn’t like disappointing Aila. He always, always, always managed to though, and sometimes – rarely, yes – it imposed this strange feeling of guilt in him. The young prince sighed, thinking of his sister once more. Nah, he hadn’t done anything wrong. She was just over-reacting, again… as always. Why’d she insist on doing that? He smiled another wry smile, ironically amused by his sister. He didn’t speak to her though, didn’t knock. He merely turned around to walk inside his own room. It was nice, he supposed. Red and black, though a little feminine. Ah well, perhaps they’d merely tried to capture some fiery colours. Brent wasn’t your usual Phoenix, though. Not by a long shot. One only needed to look at his dyed hair to understand that much.

Shutting the door behind him, Brent undressed, shedding clothes at a fast pace unknown to many. Being the way he was, however, Brent was pretty good at just tearing it off. It was part of helping him get rid of these burning feelings or irritation and captivity. He thought he might go mad if he stayed inside much longer, so in a matter of seconds, Brent, fuelled by the raging inside him, sprouted feathers; yellow, orange, red. All kinds of fiery nuances, his face reshaping as well as his body; bones becoming hollow to make his weight slighter, arms becoming wings. The transformation didn’t hurt much anymore, not with all the practice he’d had. Now a bird, Brent’s keen sight focused on the window, suddenly frustrated that he hadn’t thought to open one. Back home, his windows were always open, so he wasn’t used to having to think of little things like that.

Instead the beautiful, grant bird made its way to the window and managed to force a window open with his beak. He smiled inwardly as he felt the wind on his face. Then he jumped onto the windowpane and set off, wings expertly carrying him further into the air, the pent-up frustrations evaporating with the air under his wings. It was a wonderful feeling – one that almost made the young prince giddy, if such a feeling could ever be used to describe a mood of his. The huge wings brought Brent as far up as possible, until he was stopped by the force-field. At that point, his irritation came back sevenfold. He was captured; a bird in a cage. There was nothing Brent despised more. And here he’d thought taking a fly would help. No… it had only made matters worse. He was going to be a pain to everyone during their entire stay. He couldn’t see himself growing fonder of the place every. All he wanted was to get out of there, but he lacked the finness to do things the proper way (or maybe he was just too impatient), so instead, the young prince would otherwise force things along. He almost smiled as his plan began to take form.


Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


At Pan’s comments to her dress, Lissa’s mood sunk slightly, her gaze moving to her feet. Was it really too formal? She just thought it was cute… and the Phoenix princess had been pretty formal too. Perhaps more people were also? Her smile had disappeared. Pan could so very easily bring her down, because she valued his opinion so much. So one negative word from him was often enough to crash her entire, little world. His voice worried her too. It was so cold suddenly. She didn’t like it when he turned cold like that. She knew he didn’t want to meet the others; she knew he was only doing it for her, but he didn’t exactly have to be so moody about it. They were going to have to at one point or another, anyways. And she wanted to talk to the mermaids – the princess seemed really nice. And then there was elves and nymphs. She was pretty excited to meet both of those races. Probably not people her darling brother would like, but they were the races resembling their own the most.

Then Pan turned things around, telling her she looked great, which causes a smile to spread yet again, her bright eyes peeked up at ham once more, mood instantly improving. Yes, so Lissa was a little bipolar, but it wasn’t bad, because she always returned to happy in no time. When her brother then flew out of her room, heading towards his own to change, she started walking in the same direction, feeling a little uneasy being in her human form. She much preferred the faerie one, but she’d have to deal. She had to get used to these people at one point or another, and to do that, she had to move out of her comfort-zone. Besides, it would help massively once her brother turned too. As he called out a teasing note about vampires, the princess stuck out her tongue. “Oh, haha… you’re so funny.” She did laugh though, seeing as no vampires were near. However, still a little frightened, the girl sped up and entered her brother’s room just as he began changing. She leaned against the door, not wanting to leave yet and watched him. Her standing in the way would keep her brother from rushing things.

His room was much darker than hers, though she loved the lights under the bed. His room was more like a sparkly, lit night sky. It made her smile, watching Pan quickly turn human. “It’s perfect for you,” she noted, “not much different from home.” After Pan had finished dressing himself, she watched him as he walked to the door and began asking her questions about what she wanted to do. She laughed softly. That was her Panny, always so damn eager to get things over with. “Can we wait a little?” she asked him softly, a little, sweet smile on her lips paired with an innocent, careful glint in her eyes. “I need to speak with you a little.” She stated, looking up her brother’s face, her eyes meeting his. “Firstly… um, would you mind it terribly if I stayed with you tonight? And… uh, probably the next couple of night too. I don’t want to be alone,” she realized she was sounding like a little girl, but in many ways she was. Lissa had always been the baby of the family, and she lived up to that with her personality and slight lack of maturity. “Please?” she added. Pan would probably let her, but she still wanted the extra incentive. None of her brothers had ever been able to withstand her big, blue-green, pleading puppydog eyes.

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Pan paused when Venus asked if they could talk. This agitated him a little, as talking had never quite been his forte, plus those words were never said when good things were involved. But he stayed silent and listened because he knew that it meant she had something she needed to get off her chest, and it was best to do it as quickly as possible. He was actually quite relieved that she just wanted to ask and sleep in his room.

"Yes, of course." He said with a grin. He wondered why she even felt the need to ask. It was a well documented fact that Pan would do almost anything for his sister. For any one else, that's a different story. But the bond he feels between he and his twin is just too strong to be broken. If Lissa needed his comfort to get through the nights at this house, he understood. Pan, himself, may need some comfort if there were any more people like that mermaid wondering around. Perky people just rubbed him the wrong way. However, he did hope that Lissa wasn't going to be this way during the whole time they are here. Since they arrived, Pan noticed that she has become a tad...What's the word...'clingy'. It didn't bother him too much. He enjoyed his sister's company and will always be willing to be with her when she needs him. But it was a little difficult to get used to. Back in their palace with guards on patrol 24/7, she has never needed him as much as she needed him now. And Pan likes his alone time. Being with his sister is great, but there are times he just needs to get away and be on his own and just brood and sulk. He knew his sister wouldn't understand this, and he didn't wish to burden her with his trivial issues. As long as she needed him, he's going to be by her side. He just has to figure out a way to get used to it.

"The bed looks big enough." He noted. "We should both be able to fit in there snugly. We won't even have to shrink down." He turned back up to face his sister. "Is that all you wanted to say? Because, strangely, I'm anxious to go meet everybody. Not excited, mind you, or even the least bit pleased. I just want to get it over with so we can get out of this dump as quickly as possible."

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Venus Melissa Arton, Faerie Princess


Lissa's face lit up at Pan giving her 'permission' to stay with him. Her smile only widened at him deducting that she would be able to sleep in his bed without any problems. She loved her bother more than anything, especially in this instant. She knew he was sacrificing privacy for her, which was why she'd asked him instead of just assuming, even if she was aware he'd do pretty much everything for her. She felt a little bit like she was using him, but she couldn't stop. If she did let go, she thought she might break. She was only able to be herself because of having him as a safety-net, and nothing else. She hoped she'd be able to let go a little at some point, because she knew Pan needed solitude sometimes. She didn't understand that he did, as she was completely opposite, but she did accept it. Pan had often just... disappeared for periods of time back home, and she'd always known he did it to be alone; think, wonder, plot. It was, after all, what Pan did best.

Then her brother turned to look directly at her once more and spoke. His words made her laugh softly, shaking her head at him. "Always so negative, Panny." She said playfully, "you might not like to be here; I don't really either, but you can't say it's a dump. That would be lying, and mother always said not to lie." She added the lying bit with fake innocence, bashing her eyelashes at him before laughing. Their mother had tried to lecture Pan about not lying in like... forever. She'd never succeeded; probably because Pan just sort of... ignored her, like he always did when she bothered to chastise him. "But, that was it for now," she finished, smiling up at him before pulling at his green jacket to make it sit perfectly on his figure. "You look just dashing," she noted, meaning it; the look worked for Pan, and green was totally his colour, which she'd often told him. "C'mon then, let's go hunt down some people," she added, taking his hand before she opened the door and brought him along.

As the fairy twins made their way through the house, Lissa detected chatter by the entrance hall. Her lips curving into a happy smile, she sped up, dragging her brother along. "I think there are a lot of them down there now, Panny!" She couldn't help a bit of excitement. She'd already decided she'd have everyone sign that treaty ASAP, so getting to know people was the first step to achieving her goal. The second they entered, stepping into the room for everyone to see, she waved with her free. "Hi there," she said, suddenly slightly nervous at the amount of people in the room. She cleared a throat, smile slightly less excited. "I'm Venus Melissa... or Lissa, or Mel. Really, I have a lot of names," she stated, almost kicking herself for her less than smooth way of handling things. Damned nervousness getting the best of her. She took a little step closer to Pan, searching strength in his presence before she felt able to continue, "My brother, Pan," she said, gesturing towards him, "and I are representing the Faeries."

She smiled, her anxiety so very obvious on her face. She looked around the room, her eyes darting slightly in fear as she caught sight of a couple looking less than nice. By their posture they couldn't possible be anything good. However, when she saw a couple with pointy ears, her mood turned slightly less dark, brightening. Elves! She'd always wanted to meet elves, and now they were standing right there. She also saw the mermaid twins, so she sent them a smile of recognition, even if this feeling was one-sided.

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Pan smirked as his sister told him not to lie. But he wasn't lying. This place was a dump. It may be an expensive dump. It may be a beautiful dump. It may be a massive and comfortable dump. But it was a dump nonetheless. It was a place Pan has no desire to be in. A place that stinks with the stench of the other races. And if it isn't a dump now, it will be before long after the various races meet and nothing short of war breaks out among them. By then, the place will be more then a dump. It'll be a nuclear wasteland.

Shortly, Pan felt himself being dragged out of his room and down the hall back into the main entry. He started to wander if this was going to be his main mode of transport throughout the house. In the room, he spotted many people of various races. The mermaids he recognized immediately, but had no desire to even make eye contact with either of them. He also recognized the elves by their pointed ears. He hated them immediately. There were four others that he couldn't recognize. Two seemed to be acting pompously. He had the feeling that it was an 'act' they were putting on. Being a natural liar himself, and a good one, he could spot the signs of insincerity. What exactly they were trying to pull, he couldn't tell. Perhaps they were simply trying to put on a brave front while being completely terrified on the inside. Something he felt his sister may be doing this very moment. The other two appeared to be slightly more sociable. He couldn't get a proper read off of them just yet. He needed a bit more time.

As his sister took care of their introductions, he gave a polite, but completely disinterested wave towards them. He made no attempt to smile. He wanted them to realize how much he hated being here, and how much he despised them all. He didn't want to give any of them the wrong idea that he was here to make friends, though he felt that message was going to be lost on at least one of them.