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Callum Kingsley

Callum Kingsley: "Call me a brat, it's a compliment, really,"

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a character in “Neverland's Fall”, as played by Quelle

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My reason? Cuz it's rather interesting. Is there a problem?




Theme

Coldplay || Talk
Coldplay || Every Teardrop is a Waterfall
Clean Bandit ft Jess Glynne || Rather Be
The Black Eyed Peas || Shut up




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My name's Cal! It is nice to meet you, ludicrous fool. Ah, don't be so offended! Not me was it, that you're known as a ludicrous fool! It's him who called you ludicrous fool! That's right, that pug-face of a teacher! So, ludicrous fool, wanna help me with a shenanigan for paying him back?




Nickname
Cal, Al - It's pretty common for his surroundings calling him that way, there are even a bunch of guys who are unaware of that isn't his full first name. Of course, it's no big deal under friends, but lately some teachers were the like, going on with his nickname even in reports due to habit. Not seeing that as a problem at all, Cal started to introduce himself without his given name and so no wonder the majority now merely know him under his nicknames. Callu - Yeah, indeed, pretty lazy isn't it, only leaving out the last single letter? There's only one person calling him with that nickname, his once best friend. They do have some background with each other, a very strong attachment and attraction includes a rather large age gab, nonetheless they're now not in contact any longer. He went back to his far away country, French, leaving Cal unknowingly back. Not even they shared a single good bye, without announcing anything. He merely was informed by his mother later, very later on, after he couldn't do anything to ask that person why. So better not, he'll get pretty sensitive when someone calls him Callu with pronouncing the "u" like a french person would. Though no one ever did that, to his relief.

Age
14 years old

Gender
Male

Race
Children of the Moon

Role
The Kingsley siblings' youngest

Face Claim
Miharu Rokujo | Nabari no ou




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You know... it's been pretty hard on me. I've got lots to do these days, where my parents are gone all day working, and my siblings having lessons longer than ever. I can't get enough sleep because of their absence! I am at loss what to do... there's so many homework lately! ... Really? You will do my homeworks for me? Thank you, you're my saviour! 'Til tomorrow!
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Now how should I spend my free time I wonder~!




Hair Color
Sienna brownish

Eye Color
Emerald green

Skin Tone
Fair

Height
5"2' ft

Weight
109 lbs

Physical Description
At first glance, he'll most definitely appear as a mere brat. Nothing's really make him outstanding from his group of same aged boys when going around the town. His body height is average and so his a little bit cheeky attitude. Though what do the difference is only when regard him closely. His face is beautifully oval, his long lashed and rather big lovely emerald eyes are mesmerizing, with a small nose and a slim mouth. Even though everything seems to scream for that he is a mere child in his phase to grow into adulthood, there's that fresh image of a beauty unbeknownst which is capable to charm even grown- ups. And he is aware of it. Though rather than handsome, you'd use "pretty" or "cute" when describing him, he attracts both genders, literary demand them to notice. Indeed, girls and even boys get weak when seeing his visual; a perfect weapon to use for his own comfort. He enjoys through teasing to carry people into a moment of weakness and take an advantage out of it. Not merely because he is lazy, it's also the thing about enjoyment; and yeah, majority it's laziness. He's able to adjust his body language into any situation, so that he'd control over every inch movement it might do to stop himself showing unnecessary things. Amongst his friends, he may appear as an average student, laughing, fooling around and breaking rules to have fun but even those expressions are not completely genuine. He hides something, and that something is fairly difficult to grasp.

Cal is surprisingly very interested in his appearences. He'd wear only the clothes he picked by himself for long already. His mother and his siblings never had their hands on that any longer; and that's proven to be quite the improvement. Really, he got eyes for good style, very individual and original were his pick of clothes and the harmony to it with what other things he wears. Despite magazines about fashion doesn't interest him one bit, as he'd want to spent his extra money for things more useful, he wouldn't mind seeing his future to go into that direction. In any way, though Cal is merely fourteen where everything's not developed enough, he'd some strength without having any noticeable muscles. Anyone who sees him probably would think he is a harmless brat, strolling around doing nothing but hassle... well, the stupidity of youth you'd say. Easily breakable, naive and innocent; knowing nothing about the real world. Yet there's a calmness around him, or is it tension?, that feel like you'll be easily sucked in. And it's very deceiving, as he is not weak, far from that even. He doesn't look like it, but he started basketball recently where he before was in a football team. Therefore never he lacked sports and thus his body isn't as weak and harmless as it appears to be. There are moments within his swift movements, an easily calm, elegant yet nonchalant impression it leaves. Indeed, nothing can be more deceiving than how his physical contradicts the cached truth.

There's another thing to mention; his rather dark hair which he kept messy out of pure laziness. Sure, there are others like him, that hair sienna earth colour was not rarely seen amongst his 'generation' in the human world. Still it is rather, considered both of his parents had a rather light hair colour. They said he resembled the grandfather, but he's no one to judge as he never seen any picture of him. At least, it doesn't really interest him. His curiosity is not as deep to dig into those things and end up thinking there's something different about him than others. The birthmark right under his shoulder blades, which looks like a sabit moon always give him a rather uneasy feeling. For one thing, he does appear different to the outside in comparison to his play mates. It is due to his friends seem manlier than him whose body lines are delicate, vulnerable and a fair skin complexion letting his visual resembles that of a female doll. His skin, soft and smooth even his lips crimson red. A rough diamond in the stage getting into its spring, a full bloom. Though he feels rather less interest on its peak of perfection.




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Expectations and purposes are rather not to put high, who knows when you'll be frustrated enough and eventually dismiss it. Yet I won't give you the favor to forget about my ideals. Any essence need an impossible aspiration to aim for so they can be satisfied enough later on for doing everything they could. That's how I leave no regrets.




Potential Interest
None at the moment; The reason for that is simple. His expectations of a girl worth going out with him is nearing perfection, therefore absolutely impossible. That's what he tells his friends at school, at least. What he truly conveys with his statement is that no girl ever piqued his interest. Albeit they're nice and all, nothing close to bitchy or the like. 'Tis merely due to: one, disinterest in relationships and two, no girl's negative traits are ever acceptable. But that is one thing that makes the fundamental. When liking someone, he'd to be able to accept their negative sides too. If not, why bother even giving them a chance? Flatly, rejection. He wouldn't want it ends up as a troublesome relationship. Indeed, rather mature for someone that young to consider though eventually it's all due to laziness. However, one can clearly see his attempt to get closer to Sora and his urge to tease her, getting her notice him. Not to mention him wanting to pick on Trees all the time... only future can tell. Only future can tell.

Skills

    Pretending/ Acting || Everyone's they own main character in their own stories. All they're decisions are taken into consideration and change the story line accordingly. It is for them to decide whether they'll take a path to their contant or mere satisfaction of current base and so circling around that only without looking up front. Perhaps that's why he can't really move on, due to a certain event in the past. He'll still dwell there, remembering and gets the whole action stop. It's pretending or acting for those surround him now, yet his heart is in a completely different place. He pretends to guard things he rather not announce openly. He acts due be secretive. And also to give them surround him what they want. Because he knew that what they desire isn't actually there in his real self. Cal pretends, Cal acts through his daily life... to protect himself. As he needs the distance for reasons that aren't comprehensible for the average.
    Charisma || Perhaps he has that feminine face and that cheeky attitude, but it's merely the fundamental first impression. Actually very caring for those in his environment, he loves to raise his voice in a big crowd and lead them to believe in his words. Easily to convince, to bolster somebody up and to motivate. He'd do it all to have fun. Probably due to that pure intention of desiring everyone's happiness, he's very comfortable to play the role of a real leader.
    Remain composure || It is not rare to see him involve in a controversial. Not merely due to his cheeky attitude, but also his words that strikes directly isn't really how someone suppose to make friends. Truthfully, he wants to have peaceful days without picking fights cause they're pretty much tiresome, but sometimes he can't help but being straight forward and direct. Sometimes because of a disagreement, another time because he likes the reaction of the person and merely teased her/ him. So he always is prepared for every situation possible and therefore is able to remain composure even when cursing is going on and he was the very target.

Power Abilities
    See the future within his dreams || It feels like a normal dream, yes, merely more vivid than any normal dream could be. Feels horribly realistic, shockingly the truth and every inch of his body feels it, the presence of an unnaturality, an oddity, nothing from this world. And it had rather great impact to his mentality. The pictures of a certain scene in the future is seen, the smell, the noise, the pain, the angst... most of them are nightmares indeed. Not long he had to draw the conclusion of him being able to see the future. But fairly often the scene of someone before they're death. Surreal, fairly. Cal loathed these dreams and found nothing but anger. Merely able to see the news, nothing to prevent. It is partly the fault of this ability that he matured rather fast.
    Grasp other feelings through their mere presence || It is a nuisance for Cal, this power he owns. Particulary sharp himself, then additionally this ability to not only guess what's going through their heads, but literary feeling what they feel; often he can't even differ between what he's feeling and what others. That's perhaps also one of the reasons he can't leave someone in need of help alone. Not that he actually cares, but because he can't ignore what miserable things they go through, as he can feel how horrible it is. Though you can say that is indeed caring, Cal sees that otherwise.
    Communicating with spirits|| Despite this ability is not fully developed and he has yet to be able to control it, he is aware of a presence nothing nearing humane. It has started at the time he reached the age of ten where pictures are transferred from another dimension, mentally disturb him with the impact it has upon his physical even. He fainted a couple of times in the past because of it, as then he finally felt at ease with it, regard it as trivial. Soon enough he also started to hear voices, faint voices inside his head. Afterward, he has seen them, the spirits in from of a white layer magically floating within the air, giving off the impression of a void loneliness and utter desperation. This ability had the most influence on his solid mind.




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Do you have any interest in me? I felt your glances and to be honest, they're kinda making me uncomfortable. If you want to be closer to me here: My drink. We'll share an indirect kis--
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And there she goes. Letting me look like a guilty culprit for sexual harrassment. How fun~




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Habits

    Puppy eyes || Everytime he tries to get people doing him a favor, he'll automatically switch into 'acting mode' you can say, and put up those puppy eyes which are in majority irresistable. He already has big green eyes, and then adding the spice of his cuteness to it would be his perfect weapon. Mentionable is though, that it won't work to everyone, yet it's his habit to go through with the act when in the mood of slacking off/ boredom.
    Looking into his reflection || Not only into mirrorrs. But also screens, who reflect his visual; his eyes will follow it unconsciously, checking out if everything's still looking alright. Nothing to be ashamed of, partly, but it annoys him that he can't get enough of it. Eventually he reached to the conclusion that he's satisfied with his appearance, and that should be positive, he supposed.
    Following the beats with his steps || He loves to hear music since he was a little child. He never had the chance to learn the piano as he wanted to, but it's obvious that he has that specific music sense, letting him ride the beats with his mind and also body. Once he is into a song, he would just go the steps along the beats or with various of arm motions.

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Likes
    Shopping clothes || Not to go along with fashion. Merely because he enjoys to figure out many different combinations and models, suitable for not only him, but sometimes also her sister and brother. Not a very cheap hobby, still he refrained to tell his parents.
    Shenanigans/ Pranks || Pure entertainment. For the sake of everyone's laughter and fun. He'll go through everything so that he won't feel bored.
    Animals || Of course, there are animals he dislikes, but generally he is an animal friend, loves to pass his time with playing with animals, especially his cat, the hubby of the cat of her sister. They get along fairly well and so he secretly hoped for offsprings.

Dislikes
    Cheese || Not only they stink, they're so... yellow. All holes. No all honesty he just likes to express his hatred for cheese so very much he starts to mention unnecessary things.
    Carbonaceous drinks || They're just... no go. Somehow he even feels more thirsty after tasting those, and that can't be accepted. Drinks are to appease thirst after all, not regarding those interesting bubbles within the liquid. It's just a no go for him, without question.
    Cartoon || Weird. Sometimes he can be so crucial, really asking himself what's the whole point animating such a shitty story, honesty, he hated cartoons since he was a little child. TVs are not making him hypnotized, not him. He won't stay occupied in front of that thing - he needs to do something by himself. So obviously, when his friends watched soccer, Cal'll be the one actually playing soccer outside.

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Strengths
    Math || It's because you know, only memorizing some formula without some long, long, boring and annoying text he couldn't want to read? Math is easy, at least for him. Definitions aren't that bad if he understands the context and that's the case only by math. For the other subjects... oh, give him a break will you? Probably that's why his good grades are often centered in math only.
    Socializing || He is an extrovert person and never had difficulities to fit in into a crowd, wherever he goes. Somehow, he'll definitely find someone he can talk with, long conversations, even if it's only consist of getting the other party annoyed. At least, he is socializing like so.
    Dancing || He goes to an extra curricular at his school, dance club, and is pretty much happy attending it. Despite there's a side note that he can only dance with music, as when the music dies, he'll be so listless no one knows what to do with him. He has those reflexes and stretchy body, agile and really moves every part of his body when he's into it, that it looks so very fluent and beautiful.

Weaknesses
    Ticklish || He is so ticklish in various of places that it's really easy to get him out of the concept. Don't do it though; he'll most definitely counter attack, and as such he won't restrain for giving his all and finding your sensitive places.
    Unmanly || Despite that he goes to the sports club, despite that he's even defeating some upper classman in the process and despite every pranks he goes around and do; he has still that feminine features that no one can help but underestimate him at first, thinking he is unable and strengthless. Of course, this can be viewed as an advantage too, but it's how you land by the girls, you know. In Cal's case, not really. Some even feel defeated in looks by him. That's why girls invitations are, yeah, not really well-received by Cal. Their ulterior intention, burning jealousy; it's all makes even him cringe.
    No fun, no game || He is lazy and he can't help it. He won't move an inch unless he has to. He refused to make homework unless no one does it for him or the teacher is strict. He declined to go to anywhere unless the reason is acceptable. He is such a lazy ass that no one couldn't find another that can defeat him in that section. Cal is only at place and time when he seeks for fun, erasing boredom and smelling some interesting events. Without those premontions, don't even have the slightest hope for him to move from the bed.




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The values insides are indeed more worth than what's shown outside. That however, is not common sense in our current society. Many jobs require things given naturally. It won't be long where talent won't cut against it.




Personality
TEASE | SLY | INSIGHTFUL | DECEIVING | LAZY

You wouldn't call it flirty, as he tends to cling on the truth of the circumstances and won't tell anyone a compliment they do no deserve. Cal is more like the teasing type, enjoys watching the variations of reactions and loves to get people flustered without bad feelings. It's merely due to pure delight having seen them losing their composure, a pleasure he finds rather addicting. It is considered to be his hobby even, seeking such genuine expressions he is unable to do any longer. That's why the catch is majority in his own age as they're still innocent and fun to tease. Unlike the adults surround him, whose definition of fun is fairly different. According to them, children are those making a fuss over everything, those who are noisy, those who are annoying. Obviously, Cal did not share their opinion. That however, is not the only reason he regards them as boring individuals; even liars. It's one thing through personal experience of betrayal, another thing due to his ability. When they smile at him, intended to reassure, to calm him, it won't ever work for the most adults. Their smile doesn't carry and weight, it's transparent without any truth dwell in it; a professional smile that is grown to be their habit, or a have-to-do thing what is forcefully drawn out of them. It is their inner thoughts and emotions that hits Cal to the point hatred is born and anger is being violently restrained. That's why he tried to cease the variety of his expression to the minimum. Once you're an adult, so Cal believes, you'll turn into a lost case, a freaking boring and tiresome bastard.

As anything goes, he is a rather sly person. He may appear to the most as cute and innocent, but it's proven to be not the case. Very perceptive and know how to put things into words, he is capable using people to his advantage without them even properly getting it. They're being played with, caught around his little finger merely for what he doesn't have the mood to do. It is the moment of weakness when he strikes, where his cuteness is a deadly weapon. As already mentioned, it keeps him free from any troublesome work and cured his boredom in the process. He rather finds it amusing though, how easily they're to deceive and to manipulate. It keeps him entertained. Yet the distance still dwells within his heart, knowing well that he'd be hated for what he has done. Guilt? Not really, it's more to it, probably self-awareness, conciousness of what will ensue. Nothing that can be cured by anyone. It's just that his friends, classmates, play mates and those who are not adults keeps him busy, allow him to have a nice break of thinking the unnecessary. And that's probably positively seen.

Through his ability and unfledged power he has yet to learn how to control, he learnt the most of the lifes value, it's meaning and its ephemerality. But rather than feeling restless of that thought, he could find an unusual ease when thinking life will end sooner or later. Of course he preferred later, anyone would in his age, but he could understand those, who are too desperate and too frustrated continuing the life they have. Lots of the thoughts dwells within spirits that are mostly filled with regret and despair of their death were being transferred to his conscious, forcing his mind to mature drastically. That's why he easily understand others, having empathy with them and therefore getting along without having to know through words what they're thinking. Perhaps it is nice you think, that way no one will be able to deceive Cal. But such thought is easily dismissed, considering that Cal has to accept that no one is to see what his feelings are. Pretty much messed up, that's agreed, as he was secretive about his true colours, so why now seeing it as a negative thing? It is the fact knowing that no one understands someone is what makes the twist. A rather complex uneasiness lead on to loosy friendships, without any depth. Ensued a rather odd loneliness. Now, this might sound all depressing and stuff, but you have now to mention his siblings. Without any words, he's able to know that he belongs somewhere. That someone cares for him. And that is, on the other hand, a gift he cherished the most in the world.




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I can't say I trust grown-ups. They're deceiving, manipulating and so not honest, sometimes I urge to punch their smiling faces. I figured since long that adults are all liars.




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History
As anything goes, Cal is considered to be a very happy child as he was little, knowing love even if it was little from his parents, but especially his siblings. It is due to him being the youngest, he was treated very well, or so he perceived. Not at all you could describe his childhood as aweful or even grey and dark; no definitely not. Even now, he liked to think back to those times, cherishing many beautiful memories with his family, as well as with his friends which were a lot as he was a fairly easy fellow to talk with even as he was little. Truthfully, yes, they were many beautiful ones, but there is another thing, a specific, hateful thing he rather not discuss at all. It was the time around him finishing grade school. He was only nine years old, there his teacher had betrayed him.

It was not a mere teacher, he and Cal were pretty close and Cal loved his smile, always targetting for his praise. He was a math teacher, a teacher known to be sympathic to everyone, but especially to Cal he showed other facial expressions, other feelings he had not meant to show at all. At the end, those feelings were more than enough to bear - he didn't want to get what he was intending; eventually he gave up. Distancing himself from Cal for unbeknownst reasons and at the time Cal waited in front of his teacher's house to make sure he didn't run away again after seeing Cal, he never returned. The teacher never returned. He was gone, the very second he was gone, leaving Cal clueless about everything, leaving everything open. Letting Call feel betrayed. Disappointed. Angry. Cal never wanted to trust any teacher, any grown-up, after that. At the age of eleven, there was a period of time where Cal was unreachable. Always seemed out of place, empty. Like a void of nothingness, without any expression. There it started, where his ability began to slowly show itself.

Cal was unprepared. Who would be? He was not aware of such ability before... it scared him to the extent he wanted to attemp something that can't be undone. Feeling the emotions of others was not yet an ability he could control... so every person's feeling was thrown into his councious, forced him to mature. Forced him to see reality. But also let him see the other side of living, the hope in children's eyes and the love his siblings gave him. He lived again, literary. That's what made him strong. That what let his being to live on.

A faint hope and the warmth of family.




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Peace off, Cal is in the house!



So begins...

Callum Kingsley's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sora Aerlyn Character Portrait: Lucifer Character Portrait: Luna Lockhart Character Portrait: Scout Character Portrait: Callum Kingsley Character Portrait: Eloise Kingsley Character Portrait: Hook Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Joshua V. Kingsley Character Portrait: Ram Character Portrait: Nila Character Portrait: Trees Character Portrait: Soleil Ada Character Portrait: Fang Character Portrait: Flint Character Portrait: Roan Haiku Character Portrait: Nereus
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Kensington, London. A quaint little district nestled in the western fragment of the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, it’s notorious for being the best shopping alley across the expanse of England. With it’s plethora of boutiques, bakeries, antiques and entertainments, it isn’t a wonder why civilians of all social spheres flock to the cobblestone walks, each length teamed with artfully crafted oaks. Though, despite the boulevard providing endless thrills for this eclectic medley, only a select few have the first rate heaven of residing within the Victorian flats looming in the backdrop...even a smaller percent of that elite class being a full fledged family. And yet, this is precisely where our story takes wing.

As twilight descends on the abandoned focal square, the winds holding an iced spite from the North, it is here that the true face of Kensington springs to life. Those aforementioned high class patrons are bustling about in their homes, each one ruffled with anticipation for whichever soiree is being fabricated that night… however, one family in particular is scampering about a tad bit more than it’s neighbours. The Kingsley household, with it’s 5 members, call home to the second largest suite within this sectioned off heaven; Number 14 on Bloomsbury Avenue...and, while impressive, it has a pricetag to match it’s prestige. However, with a highly regarded lawyer and socialite, the father and mother respectively, money has never been an issue for this purebred name. Though, if one was judging their class by the standards of their children, one would have to scoff at the notion of them even glancing at Bloomsbury. Even now, as Mr. & Mrs. Kingsley are preparing for an evening laced with champagne, dancing and laughter, the rambunctious attitude has yet to cease. While the mother hounds the two youngest, the Prince and Princess of the family, to quell their racing argument, the father has busied himself with doling out strict instructions to the eldest, the tertiary guardian of Apartment #14… yet, the head’s parting words will soon be all for naught. Unbeknownst to Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley, their beloved children are being carefully watched by a figure that has only existed within the sister’s goodnight stories; Peter Pan.



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Meanwhile, upon the Mainland, the typical summer climate has been chilled to wintry blanket, white snow encasing the earth and ice protecting the sea. Sensing it’s nonofficial king’s absence, the magic within this otherworldly realm has receded from its inhabitant’s everyday lives, most now struggling to carry out even the most undemanding actions (such as flying or changing forms). Though that isn’t the most pressing concern at the moment.. no no, it’s far from that. The ship of the infamous pirate captain, James Hook, has been spotted not too far off the coast line, currently held in place by the frozen water’s greedy embrace. However, it’s only natural that they would attempt to make a movement to seize the Mainland at this point..what better time to do such then when the all powerful Pan is away?

Thankfully, the King, like always, is two steps ahead from the pirates; before leaving to retrieve the Heirs, the Lost Children were given explicit instructions. While under the Second-in-Command’s constructed administration, this group of orphans are to stalk and track the movement of the crew, attempting their best to keep the scoundrels off the land...and, if need be, fight tooth and nail to protect the beaches. However, the pirates have a similar interest regarding the Lost Children; capture and interrogate them to reveal Pan’s whereabouts, his plans. After all, with luck, maybe the King has disappeared for good?



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As the Lost Children and Pirates begin to generate foul play with one another, the tribes have begun to do the same. Tensions are starting to arise between the three races, the lack of their Heirs sprinkling even more stress unto their councils more so than before. In fact, accusations are now being casually dispensed, each clan eager to pin the blame on another...some even targeting their King, Peter Pan, for his neglect to provide protection.

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The day had been a long grueling one indeed, as his parents had sent orders across the whole family household, ordering left and right for clothes to be washed immediately, jewelry to be brought to the main suite room, and fresh bouquets to be bought to the Queen of the Kingsley house. His mother had a keen eye on everything that happened- it was not surprising that the children and the servants all called Mrs. Kingsley “Her Royal Highness”. It was of utmost importance that the Queen presented herself and her husband in the best of lights possible, lacing flowers into her hair and making sure that he was dressed in nothing but the finest of silk. Their shoes were made by the best shoemaker to be found across the whole world, and their fur-lined coats were made of wolves fur as imported from Canada. This opulence did not escape the boundaries of the Kingsley children, though. Out of all the royal families, it was obvious that the three children were the most pampered, even compared to the royal family that now resided in Birmingham Palace. Though, however, the distribution amongst the three children did vary. For Eloise, the Kingsley’s bought dresses, skirts, books on womanly etiquette and beautiful embroidery tools in an attempt to calm the boyish young girl down. Rather improbable. Joshua had thought, chuckling lightly, when the embroidery case had been found broken and alone in a solitary corner of the large mansion.

For Callum, the Kingsley parents bathed with presents and candy, bestowing whatever the boy asked for. When Joshua was younger, he did envy his younger brother- but Joshua grew up and in turn also started to pamper his brother, handing him whatever of interest passed through his hands. Never was Callum’s needs passed by without an answer, and the Kingsley’s placed a large emphasis on the young boy’s happiness. It was a ominous thing indeed within the Kingsley household if Callum’s laughter was not heard throughout the hallways along with the following shouts and pealing laughter of Eloise’s beautiful voice. The two were, what Joshua believed, the young little cherubs of the Kingsley family- happy and free, not burdened by the potential future of the Kingsley family that controlled many facets of life and business in England and to the New World and Asia, controlling the lives and incomes of many a family throughout the different continents. They were free of the burden that Mr. Kingsley had placed on Joshua the moment he had been born, wailing in pain as cold air bathed over him and his mother’s voice had determinedly named him ‘Joshua Vernon Kingsley’.

As such, Joshua received near nothing of ‘fun-value’, or so most would say. He barely received any candies; rather, he received large novels and books on foreign lands and barbarians, and then later on economics and politics. He never was handed over personal servants; rather, Joshua personally selected his own house-tutors, learning the many languages of the world and the interesting, separate customs that each country had developed over the past few years. When Callum and Eloise had been easing through their English and French classes, Joshua was already fluent in Mandarin, English, French, the Germanic languages, Latin, Russian, Hebrew, Spanish, and most importantly, Italian. But the two younger siblings had definitely rubbed off on Joshua; he had been right beside his mother on both occasions as the Kingsley family had welcomed their two new young additions- and right then, Joshua knew that it was his life mission to protect the two from any harm. I am the oldest! He had said to his father once, when the head of the Kingsley family had asked if Joshua felt stressed by his future expectations. His father had only laughed, stating that Her Highness had given birth to a Guardian Angel more so than a future successful entrepreneur.

And so life continued within the Kingsley family household, each person settling comfortably- or not so much- into their respective placements of complacency or fierce competition; and this night was no less different from before.


Time: Present Day, 21:00 p.m.
Location: No.14, Bloomsbury Avenue


Joshua stood beside a row of maids each holding an opened box. Within each, upon expensive red satin cushions lay ties of many different colors, each obviously made from extremely expensive fabric from all corners of the world. “Joshua, your mother and I will be back at midnight,” Mr. Kingsley said as he allowed two butlers to fix on his pants and make sure that his dress shirt was impeccable and perfect. “I expect Callum and Princess off in bed before 10 o’clock, understand?” Joshua nodded, though he had already heard these orders many times before already. “Jessica will help you with those two, as always. Tell them to not stress her out too much- she is already 80-years-old.” The eldest Kingsley member turned and checked his suited attire in an elaborated rimmed mirror. “Good. I will call for you two later, Smithson, Lynchester.” Mr. Kingsley tugged at his suit once, firmly, before turning around and walking towards a maid that stood on Joshua’s other side, not with the women with the necktie choices. She held out a pair of white gloves almost reverently as the Master of the household slowly placed one on after the other, his face stern. “For you, I expect lights out at midnight, no tomfoolery-,” His father took his cane that another servant held out for him, “-from you, especially. You know your mother and I hold high expectations for you, son.”

Mr. Kingsley patted him on the back and then motioned for Joshua to follow him. The two walked in silence until they reached the grand entrances of the mansion, all the maids and butlers of the Kingsley family already lined up in two rows, their heads bowed. Callum and Eloise were beside their mother as Mr. Kingsley and Joshua walked up to them. “We will be on our way, then. Be a good girl, Princess, and you, too, Callum.” Mr. Kingsley placed light kisses on their foreheads. Mrs. Kingsley laughed and did the same as well, placing neat, little pecks on the three children’s’ foreheads. “Be good.” She said, her eyes lingering especially on Eloise before she meticulously placed her hand on her husband’s arm and without another word, the two whisked off. “Have a nice time, mother, father.” Joshua called back to their receding figures, as a resounding “Have a nice time, master and mistress.” boomed throughout the halls of the Kingsley mansion.

Finally, the large doors closed behind the Kingsley parents and the maids, servants and butlers started to disperse to finish up their last jobs of the day. Joshua turned towards his two younger siblings, a small smile on his face. “Well, since we have our time to ourselves…what do you two want to do now?” He asked, preparing himself for whatever antic his younger siblings were going to throw at his face. The halls of no.14, Bloomsbury Avenue was now within the jurisdiction of the two younger Kingsley children- but obviously, there were ears and eyes that kept them in check. What Joshua would never guess was that there was another separate pair, hovering in the air, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike at the stained calmness that constantly permeated throughout the Kingsley mansion.

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There's one little individual among all the hectic around the 'queen' of Kingsley's manor who is different than the others, doesn't seem to share their stress but instead, thoroughly enjoyed all the hurry with a radiant delight. The fourteen years old boy had his eyes on one certain box, wherein a certain cloth dwells he desired for long. Batik, a traditional fabric from Indonesia, he even heard all were hand-made. He researched and found several of motives, all of them he really liked. How can he resist to that temptation? Right answer: He can't. He refused to resist. In fact, five minutes from now, it'll belong him and him only, he was sure of it. And once he was determinate doing something, he would never give up until he reached the goal.

It seemed that he was lucky. Even without doing anything, the fabric was rejected by the queen, knowing well that it wouldn't be appropriate wear apropos the party which she'd be coming to. Therefore it wandered, from hand to hand, from maid to maid through the big and beautiful halls without any pause. Callum merely followed, pretending he was strolling around (a very lousy attempt to pretend because he was too excited, but not like anyone notice anyway) until eventually the fabric made its stop at the storage among all the other clothes. For Callum: This was obviously heaven.

He then went inside, tiptoed and reached for the treasure with his both hands... and there it was. A brown background with several of repeating motives placed on it, flowers, feathers, whatsoever for Callum's heart content. A beautiful cloth he soon secretly put inside his pockets, which were suspiciously stuffed...

It did not take long until he received the presents. Of course, he was happy. He thanked both of his parents in an appropriate manner, but that seemed to be it. No one would've suspected him to be ungrateful; his act full of glee and happiness was too deceiving to be untrue. However, sadly, that was the case. No, it was not because he wanted more. Callum was not greedy in such things. Rather, it disappointed him that they didn't know what he really desired. True, he could just tell them what he wished for, that wasn't a problem at all. But what were they for parents who didn't even know what their children desired? Even the maids know better! Callum quietly sighed. Perhaps in that aspect, he could count as a tad bit greedy and selfish.

"Don't eat everything at once!" Was the advice they gave him, and he just grinned. Knowing well one individual who wouldn't be saving if it's about sweets... He took several (okay, the most) boxes full of candies and put it on his sister's bed. No, heck, not due to kindness! On the contrary! He wanted to enjoy her little outburst; or with other words, he wanted to pick on her two years older sister for his own pleasure. Nothing weird to do, agreed? And Callum suspected she needed that little "entertainment", because again, her presents were all things she disliked. Clothes, she disliked. You can bet that Callum made a fun out of it, to tease her about that. "Well well now, you must agree that my clothes are way better right, my Barbie doll?" He said then while he laughed and ran away from her, as always, until the queen came to lecture them on their childish and inappropriate behaviour.

“We will be on our way, then. Be a good girl, Princess, and you, too, Callum.”

"I'll be a good boy, of course, have I ever disappointed you, ma, pa?" It was a rhetorical question, wasn't to be answered. "And I will watch over my dear sister to do the same, so do not worry!" He smiled to reassure, but failed miserably through how naughty it looked like. Callum enjoyed their touch, winked and went back inside. “Well, since we have our time to ourselves…what do you two want to do now?” Callum stared up to his brother (one can feel the evident difference of height) and laughed. "Brother, was that question directed to me?" There was a hint of a naughty hidden agenda swinging within his voice. "Let's party in our chambers 'til midnight!" He said with a smirk and soon dragged both of his older siblings upstairs.