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Wen Di Jeong

"Just think lovely wonderful thoughts."

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a character in “It All Started With A Book”, as played by phnx

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Full Name:
Wen-Di Jeong

Nickname/ Known by:
Wendy

Age:
17

Sexuality
Straight

Role/Storybook Character:
Teen 1

Story:
Ever since she was a little girl Wen-Di loved the story of Peter Pan, back then she liked it for the fairies, flying and exciting fights with pirates. As the years went by she often reread Peter Pan but now because she liked the freedom Neverland and Peter represented. Often she would dream of Peter Pan appearing by her window and wisping her away from the responsibilities which seemed harder and harder to cope with. She's starting to realize that she's becoming too grown up to fly.

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Appearance:
At 5' 5" Wen-Di is not too tall and not too short and has an hourglass figure. She has lively brown eyes and her dark brown hair with bangs that reaches a little past her collarbones. She usually has it tied in a ponytail so it doesn't get in the way. Her facial features and the constant smile on her face make her look sweet an innocent. The clothes Wen-Di wares are usually just the first comfortable thing she pulls out of her closet.

Personality:
Wen-Di is a born optimist. She thinks today's going to be the best day ever, everyday. Her cheerful nature makes her approachable and she makes quick friends with most people, mainly because they think of her as a enthusiastic puppy.
But's it's not all fun and games, Wen-Di's thoughtlessness and aloofness get her in trouble quite often, especially with her parents and professors. She's constantly late and prefers to sketch and doodle rather than pay attention. At times Wen-Di can be as headstrong as one of those 5-year-olds throwing tantrums in the mall when they don't get what they want. She would rather bite her own tongue off than admit she was wrong. It's a good think she hates fights because she would be tongueless.
She can varies from an extrovert to an introvert in the matter of minutes. If there'a a crowd you can be sure she's going to be voicing her opinions left and right but give her a paintbrush and you won't hear a sound from her for hours.
At times she tries to be the responsible and reliable young lady everyone wants her to be. She's actually becoming quite good at it but anyone who's met her knows she has trouble faking a smile so the always joyful and childish Wen-Di seems to smile less and less.

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Likes:
• Art
• Painting
• Animals
• Laughter
• Being around friends
Dislikes:
• Fights
• Being left out
• People who don't smile
• Responsibilities
• Being told off








Habits:
  • Wen-Di if always late, no matter the place or time you can be sure she's going to be late.
  • Yelling, there is one thing she never learned and that is to whisper so she's as loud as she's late.

Fears:
  • Growing up to be like her parents.
  • Critters that have 6 legs or more.

Dreams:
  • Wen-Di dream of becoming a world famous painter.
  • Being accepted by her family as she is, not as they want her to be.

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History:
With a doctor for a dad and a lawyer for a mom Wen-Di was expected to be an ambitious hard working girl who will follow her in parent's footprints.
When it became obvious that she was an artistic type her family was quite disappointed. Her older brother is Mr. Responsible so living up to him has always been a challenge. He's at collage in New York now so she, at the great disapproval of her father, turned his old room into an art studio.
Ever since she could properly hold a crayon drawing or painting were her passion.
Throughout the years she tried to redirect that passion to something her parents thought was more suitable like mathematics (Numbers turned out to be the exact opposite of her thing.) or biology (That one was going well until she had to dissect a live frog.) but nothing seemed to bring joy to Wen-Di. Her parents, hoping that she would grow out of it, let her continue with painting. But she didn't.
She's been under a lot of pressure, she's being forced to accept responsibilities and sacrifice everything she cares for in order to become a grown up.
Recently she's reread Pater Pan quite a few times, the book refreshes her inner child and helps Wen-Di smile and think optimistically once more.


So begins...

Wen Di Jeong's Story

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Detention. Wen-Di was spending her afternoon in detention. Her maths professor just blatantly told her she was sick and tired of Wen-Di being late for her classes and gave her detention. To Wen-Di's surprise no amount of puppy dog eyes, and reminders of her above average grades could make the professor change her mind.

Detention! Detention? No matter how many times Wen-Di repeated the word it sounded improper, unsuited, just plain wrong coming out of her mouth. As she was sitting in an half-empty classroom, her lips tightly pursed in a pout, she couldn't or more precisely didn't want think about what this meant. Two hours of thinking about all the consequences would surely drive her insane, no matter how optimistic her personality is she couldn't possibly think of a positive side to this detention.

Wen-Di decided it would be best to spend the time revising and doing homework. In the end she didn't do much of either done, instead she doodled. First a portrait of the professor guarding the classroom whose light green shirt matched the walls and made him seem like a chameleon. Then of a punk girl dressed all in black that whose choice of make up made her vaguely resemble a raccoon. The two hours seem to pass surprisingly quickly once Wen-Di drifted into her own little world. As soon as Mr. Chameleon announced she was free to go a sinking feeling appeared in Wen-Di's stomach.

The car on the ride home was as silent as a grave but the look in her father's eyes told her to start preparing for what is probably going to be at least 2 hours of scolding. Wen-Di couldn't decide what was worse the graveyard like science she was facing now or the lecture that was waiting for her.

The lecture was definitely worse. As soon as the front door was shut her father's silent disapproval turned into very loud an vocal disapproval. She silently sat on the couch as her parents brought up every single bad thing she ever did. Wen-Di felt so powerless and insignificant she came close to crying but thankfully she managed to keep the tears in. Crying would make the whole situation worse, it is something children do and if there's one thing Mr. and Mrs. Jeong dislike most it is Wen-Di acting like a child.

Once she was up to her room Wen-Di flopped onto the bed. "Well, that went well." She muffled into her pillow. A few sighs escaped her mouth but her mopping expression was soon replaced with one of determination. "All right, no more fooling around. Starting tomorrow I'm gong to be mature and responsible and reliable and all the other grown up things." She declared a bit to loudly. After hearing her own words she realized she really should be careful about what she promises. But all promises are made for tomorrow and Wen-Di really wished that tomorrow decides not to come, ever.

After glancing at the Peter Pan storybook that had an honorary place at her bookshelf she covered herself with a blanket. A short nap will definitely give her a new perspective and maybe she'll be her optimistic self again.

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They were ready for the attack. Peter sat hunched, his lost boys huddled around him, their excitement obvious in the air. They were going to going to raid the ship again. These attacks were always fun, there was nothing quite like messing with Hook and he was lucky enough to have his boys to join him in the merriment.

"Alright boys! Are you ready?" Perter called. His boys responded with a loud yell. That was all the encouragement that Peter needed. He was int he air, his favorite place in all of Neverland. He loved the way the air ran through his hair, and the weightlessness of his body. He could see all of Neverland's wonders from up here. He could see the mermaids bathing on the beaches, and the liveliness of the woods below. But best of all he could see Hook's ship in the distance.

With a signal to his Lost Boys, Peter swooped down, heading down to the ship. He let out his mighty cry, his boys following in suit.

"Cockadoodledoo!" With that they were on the ship causing mayhem. They tripped the shipmates, knocking some overboard. They pulled hats down over their heads, blinding them.

"Pan!" a familiar voice called to him. Peter turned with child-like glee.

"Hiya Hook!" Peter greeted him, standing tall and firm, hovering above the ship.

"What is the meaning of this!?" the captain shouted in disbelief.

"Meaning?" Peter asked with a sarcastic laugh. "Why, this is fun!" Peter charged with his dagger, fighting with the pirate. Their steel clanged but Peter, as usual, was faster, cutting the feather from the captain's hat. Hook let out a cry of outrage.

"Pan! You deviant! You scoundrel!" He shouted in outrage. "Smee! You won't stop me this time! I'll kill him!" Hook came back with fever, ready to go for the kill. Peter only laughed as he blocked the oncoming attacks. However, he was caught off guard. Out of no where, Smee hit him across the back of the head with something heavy. Peter's vision blurred and he was forced to kneel on the ground.

"Well done Smee," Hook said with devilish delight. "Throw that menace overboard." Peter was having trouble seeing, let alone fighting. He could barely resist as he was thrown over the railing and into the icy water below. He felt like he was falling for an eternity. The water's cold embrace a deadly reminder of the peril that awaited him if he didn't get to the surface. Then all at once he was warm and realized he could breathe. He opened his eyes and was in shock. Where had he gotten to?

He had been in this world before, once with Wendy, and again to gather some of his lost boys. Why was he here now. He most certainly hadn't flown here. The room he was in was well organized and he saw a sleeping form on the bed. Peter leaned in to investigate. A sleeping girl, was all he could make out, most of her form was covered in blankets. He didn't recognize her. All he knew was that he needed to return to Neverland and help his boys. He went to fly and realized he couldn't. Out of fairy dust maybe?

"Tink?" he called softly, looking about the girls room. "Tink where are you? We need to go!" he said in a rather loud whisper.

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