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Flint

"What I see is very different from what I look at."

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

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⌈"What I see is very different from what I look at."βŒ‹




⌈ThemeβŒ‹





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⌈"I don't see why anyone would want to know this.
It's not like any of it matters anymore."
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⌈ImageNicknameβŒ‹
    Flint; he does not know his original name.
⌈AgeβŒ‹
    17; he does not remember how long he's been in Neverland.
⌈GenderβŒ‹
    Male
⌈RaceβŒ‹
    Human
⌈RoleβŒ‹
    The Lost Children, Second in Command
⌈Face ClaimβŒ‹
    Gareki || Karneval



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⌈"No more exposure. No more vulnerability."βŒ‹




ImageImage⌈Hair ColorβŒ‹
    Black
⌈Eye ColorβŒ‹
    Blue/grey
⌈Skin ToneβŒ‹
    Fair; his choice of clothing prevents him from getting tanned.
⌈HeightβŒ‹
    5'7''
⌈WeightβŒ‹
    135 lbs
⌈Physical DescriptionβŒ‹
    Flint has short, messy black hair and grey eyes mixed with flecks of blue. He seems short, especially since he is so lean, but his body is a compact power house of agility and speed. Although he was incredibly fragile and small as a young child, his adolescent life and as his current lifestyle have both toned his body into being supremely agile. Before he was in Neverland, he was victim to a terrible fire that had ravage the orphanage he lived in as a child. He was inflicted will full body scars, starting from his collar bones, stretching down to his forearms, and weaving its way down to his calves. The patterns were irregular, and created a pattern of flames licking across his fair skin. That aside, he is noted to be quite a handsome young man, often proven by the admiring gaze of passerby females. He himself, however, does not seem to care much about his appearance, besides concealing his scarred body, and even seems oblivious to it.

    He is always seen wearing a pair of goggles on his head, which he got from a a little girl in the orphanage he grew up in. He wears a long jacket, either blue, black, or red on the outside with a black layered jacket and shirt on the inside. In combination with black pants, black leather gloves and matching combat boots, his outfit highly contrasts what one would normally wear in the various Neverland environments, aside from the mountains. Despite the other Lost Children attempting to mock him for his outfit, he soon proved to them it's use when he avoided hundreds of scraps, scratches, and bug bites. Even if the jacket comes off, his clothing is always layered with long sleeve shirts; he always has clothing covering his scars. The only time his outfit has a major change is when he creates a disguise.




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⌈"If you want something done right,
you've got to do it yourself"
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⌈SkillsβŒ‹
    ✦ Foraging || The flora and fauna of Neverland was completely foreign to him, but through careful observation and experience, he has created an expansive knowledge about what can hurt and what can heal. Also, knowing what is edible is a huge bonus.
    ✦ Strategist || He is incredibly good at planning, especially when in comes to finding a way to break in or sneak into a certain area. He's often challenged himself at this skill by creating disguisea and blending in with pirates at the docks of Neverland, for example, but only for a short while.
    ✦ Combat || Although he excels in crafting traps to fight for him, he still as a noticeably skilled in both armed and unarmed combat. However, his fighting styles are defensive in order to allow him to use his gadgets or to escape: an important skill learned and developed from his past as a thief.
    ✦ Manipulative || Even when he agrees to become someone's partner, he does it for the sake of fulfilling his own desires and needs. However, he has become less and less interested in manipulating the Lost Children. This skill also helps him to know when others are attempting to manipulate him.
⌈Power AbilitiesβŒ‹
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    βœ” Free Runner || Although he had plenty of experience escaping, he was always a very skilled free runner and can quickly move across rooftops, between buildings, and through Neverland's forests with uncanny speed and agility.
    βœ” Engineer || Since he was a kid, he's been tinkering with toys and small machines. Through reading and further practicing he has become a skilled mechanic, technician, and overall engineer. He is able to research, design, manufacture, and test all kinds of mechanical things: tools, engines, machines, and other devices. He can design machines and tools that will meet all the requirements for a particular job. He has skills such as analysis and logical problem solving, he likes to work independently, likes to learn new things, is realistic about how to get things done, is good with mechanical things and spatial relationships, and he can explain things so others will pay attention and understand, which he often does not do.
    βœ” Intuitive Aptitude || His ability to understand the structure and operation of complex systems without special education or training; of course this includes any sort of machinery, system, device, or structure. It compels him to understand as much as he can. He spends most of his time exploring or tinkering, but can often just enjoy being still.




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⌈"Imagine that your mind got stuck on a certain thought or image...
Then this thought or image got replayed in your mind,
over and over again, no matter what you did…"
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⌈HabitsβŒ‹
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    ❖ Pulling on his collar || Even though his burns have healed, he often feels them twitch with pain like they did when fire touched his skin.
    ❖ Silence || He often doesn't add to conversations between groups, but will speak more when approached directly. His silence, accompanied by his usual serious expression, tends to make others uncomfortable and ward them away.
    ❖ Tinkering || While he is tinkering or creating something, he often fidgets in one way or another; most common is shaking his knee when he seated, always being in constant motion.
⌈LikesβŒ‹
    β™₯ Water || It's cooling and soothing on his scars; the element of life; a perfect counter to fire. The physics of the element, along with it's aesthetics, amaze him.
    β™₯ Nature || He spends a lot of his time away from the group and wandering through different parts of Neverland, exploring all it has to offer. He has become very familiar with the layout of the island from one end to the other. He doesn't sleep very much since he's a bit of an insomniac, so he spends a lot of his time up during the night, which is his favorite time of day. He's wandered of Neverland in the dark just as much as he had in the light. For his own enjoyment, he finds the best places to stargaze or the places with the most active night creatures, like bioluminescent flowers and fireflies. Since spending so much time admiring the moon and stars, he's memorized their places in the sky and can use them to navigate.
    β™₯ Berries || Along with his love of nature, is his love for natural foods. Whether it be berries, vegetables, nuts, or roots, he doesn't put up a fuss and instead enjoys eating it, unlike some of the other Lost Children.
    β™₯ Quiet || The Lost Children can become quite a handful at times and become incredibly loud, so he often wanders away from the group to get some peace and quiet.
⌈DislikesβŒ‹
    ✘ Fire || Fire ripped everything away from him. Even during the night, when torches and fires are ideal, he keeps his distance and instead uses other sources for light, like the moon, stars, or jarred fireflies.
    ✘ Attention || He tend to be quiet and subdued. He dislikes being the center of attention, even if the attention is positive. He tends to hide if knows more than he’ll admit. In his life before Neverland, attention was never positive and it often threatened his life.
    ✘ Scars || He has far too many of his own, both mentally and physically, the latter marks up the majority of his body. He is not embarrassed about them, but rather he just wants to avoid the stares and questions. They're constant reminders of memories he'd rather forget, even though he never will.

⌈StrengthsβŒ‹
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    βœͺ Independent || Flint is highly wary of settling down and finding a place that he can call 'home'. Even though he is a part of the Lost Children, he may often spend hours or a few days away from them. Close enough to survey or know if he is needed, but far enough to be in solitude. He is fully capable of caring for himself no matter where he is in Neverland; the trick is to not get caught. Being alone also gives him a chance to think and figure things out uninterrupted.
    βœͺ Memorization || An extension of his ability for being observant. He remembers facts, names, faces, locations, land markers; everything, including the information he had learned from books he has read, especially anything mechanical.
    βœͺ Meticulous || Shown through his mechanic work, he has great attention to detail and is very careful and precise.
⌈WeaknessesβŒ‹
    ⌘ Caring || He secretly cares about people, even though he hides it. He pretends he doesn't care for Pan or any of the Lost Children, although he is really quite protective. He wants to protect people without them caring for him. Underneath his hard exterior, he is very caring and gentle. He is also bothered when he realizes he can't protect everyone.
    ⌘ Sensitive || Flint has a tough attitude and hides his sentimentality. Even when his orphanage family died, he did not cry but rather bottled in his sadness.
    ⌘ Competitive || He shows a large competitive streak and would even give his life to win.
    ⌘ Stoic || Despite what others think, he is certainly an emotional person, but it allows him to be in control and not get carried away. This helps him to stay clear and focused in difficult situations. The weakness is that he often retreats behind the stony mask of stoicism to escape feeling, bottling things up instead of letting them out.
⌈Potential InterestβŒ‹
    Luna Lockheart, the evasive Child of the Moon. Of all the years he has lived in Neverland, he has only ever seen her a couple of times; whether during the time he wanders the forests, or a rare time when she came close to the Lost Children's hideout. At his first sighting of her in the high mountains, he was stunned and eager to learn more about this mysterious Child of the Moon. However, he doesn't even know her true name.




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⌈"Listen to many, speak to a few.
He who knows, does not speak.
He who speaks, does not know."
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⌈PersonalityβŒ‹
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    Guarded || Intellegent || Clever || Visionary || Protective

    Living in a volatile and uncertain environment and suffering a great loss and hurt in the past have caused him to become very guarded. He is both cautious and slow to trust, an ideal survival trait. He does not make decisions lightly or in haste, which can make excellent leaders in difficult situations, but he never voluntarily steps into that position. Others may feel that there is a wall keeping them from knowing him completely. His guarded personality type is accompanied with strong intuition, heightened observation skills and fast reflexes, all of which allow them to act quickly even though a guarded nature should say otherwise.

    He has a high intelligence despite having a poor childhood. Though he is only 17 years old, he is highly knowledgeable in technological fields. He likes to read books, many of them stolen, of practical knowledge that he is interested in and has the habit of falling asleep in the position that he reads. Flint has a lot of knowledge, and can therefore offer information when it's needed. He is a good problem-solver, which is always helpful in a pinch. He has a lot of experience researching, mostly due to his curiosity and constant pursuit of new knowledge, and therefore is good at getting to the root of things. He isn't often led astray by slant or biased viewpoints. Despite all this, he usually speaks informally to everyone and is often blunt or cold in his replies.

    Flint has grown up in an environment where he must be resourceful to survive, causing him to become quite sneaky and clever. He has an intuitive need to know how things work, a desire to make things more functional and efficient, and a strong imagination. He is a creative thinker and often sees what others miss. While others are content to follow along, Flint is interested in 'the how and why' something is done and likes to pursue his ideas on how to how to make things better. He also has an uncanny ability to assess a situation quickly and focus on a solution that may be simple yet innovative, leaving those around them to wonder how they had not thought of the same solution long ago. Along with this, he has a hard time being told what to do. He often flouts the rules or ignore instructions if he views them as inefficient or flawed. In some of these cases, he can manipulate in order to get what he needs. He can also sometimes get caught up in his own cleverness, and by focusing too hard on a single facet, lose sight of the big picture.

    As some what of a visionary, Flint sees the world through a lens of possibility. Where others see problems, he sees solutions. He is confident, accompanied with high intelligence. He is so secure in his vision of what can be that he is not easily swayed by criticism and what others may think. He is an incredible problem solvers and strong under pressure. Having a vision often means standing alone; this means that many visionaries live lives of isolation, especially Flint, in his own way. Due to his high intelligence, he can also come across as condescending, impatient, and socially awkward.

    Flint does not trust others easily. Even as a child he constantly went out by himself. Even when he agrees to become someone's partner, he does it for the sake of fulfilling his own desires and needs. However, he has a soft spot for women and children and loathes the idea of hurting them, which highly influence his first joining Pan and the Lost Children. He also hates killing, and tries to avoid it as much as possible. Due to past experiences, he is uncomfortable with the idea of becoming close to other people, and still does not consider anyone his friends, although his secret attachment and protectiveness suggest otherwise.




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⌈"I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember.
The nightmares are even worse."
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⌈HistoryβŒ‹
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    In no way did Flint have a happy childhood. For reasons that would forever be unknown to him, he was abandoned at an orphanage during a terrible winter by his parents when he was only six years old. He was cold, nervous, and broken. During his first few months he had a hard time eating anything or trusting anyone. There weren't many other children, only four of them, all younger than he was. The children were quiet and reserved, like he was a black sheep among the white. However, children are quick to adapt and accept. They would offer him their food, and persisted after many refusals. Even though he remained huddled in his corner bed, the other children would invite him to play. On several occasions, one or two of them would sneak onto the foot of Flint's bed during a thunderstorm, huddling close together and near him. The orphanage was extremely poor and often had many broken and dysfunctional toys. His first actual reaction to their invites was when he slowly took the toy away from the youngest girl, and after a moment of tinkering, he returned a functional truck to her. After that, his talents in tinkering and mechanics began to flourish. By the time he was 12 years old, he had become close friends with all of the orphans, the five of them were now inseparable. As the eldest, he took the role of their "big brother". They had no worry of being adopted and taken away, for the town was much to small to care about orphans. Flint was happy... but it was such a fleeting emotion.

    It was a silent, calm night. The orphans were all huddled together on two beds shoved next to each other. It had been a long day of games, Flint even forgot to take of a pair of goggles from the top of his head that the group found and gifted him in the pile of messy toys. -- He was jolted awake at the sound of a sharp crash; a brick had been tossed through a side window. No, a Molotov cocktail. He shot up in bed, realizing that the sheets around him were empty. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. He looked across the long room and there stood the other orphans. They started to sprint towards him as the floor erupted in flames from the spilled liquid, easily lighting the feathered beds and old wooden structure. His eyes widened as he felt his heart ripping inside his chest. Stumbling off the bed and landing hard on the floor, he ran towards them, but the flames and smoke billowed, stopping him in his tracks. At first his ears were just ringing, but as it cleared he could hear the small shrieks of his family in front of him. Along with the emotional torment he was experiencing, his ragged clothes had lit on fire. The next events of the memory were a blur; how he got out of the building, who put his fire out, or how he survived major burns.

    He spent the rest of his life on the streets, eventually making his way to London. Flint joined a band of thieves, which consisted of other orphans or runaways who did not want to be dependent on throw away donations. Together, as a group or individuals, they began to rob corrupted people. Because of his time spent tinkering with mechanics, he was put in charge of the explosives for breaking and entering. His goal was never to be rich, but to help those who could not help themselves. He did so anonymously, taking his share of the loot and distributing it to those in need, particularly orphanages. He gained street smarts and became a micro-expert in the field of explosives. It was during one of these plunders that he met Peter Pan.




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⌈"For whatever we lose, it is always our self we find in the sea... The water soothes my soul."βŒ‹



So begins...

Flint's Story

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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 branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, bending towards the floor. If only they could shake themselves like a dog covered in water does; they would be free. Everything glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the entirety of Neverland. Colours are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. There is a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across the wide landscape, so oddly disfigured by its snowy adventure. The clouds thicken once more and cover the sky, creating a mirror-like white blanket similar to the snow covered ground; the horizons blur together, except for the deep ocean that remains a shimmering grey reflecting the white sky. No matter what time of day it was, the clouds hid the light, preventing definite shadows. Since Pan's absence, the days of sunshine have been rare; when he returned, it would be less than a day for the magic to fuel Neverland once more. Still, the airs smells pure and fresh. Everything seems quieter, almost muffled. There is a sense of serenity in the atmosphere, adding to the eeriness and quietness.

Heavy white boots leave fresh, crisp footprints in the snow, as if he is the only person to have ever been here. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, but are whipped up by the occasional gust of wind. At a distance behind Flint, the wind gradually covered his tracks with snow, leaving the terrain as smooth as it was before. The icy air whistled around his ears, causing his skin to tingle and sting. Thanfully, his fingers and toes are not numb. He was snug inside his many layers of clothes; his usual outfit was layered over with snow-appropriate gear. Every piece of this winter clothing is white or a light shade of blue, making it easy to blend in with the blizzard. To be honest, he likes this new sort of wintry weather, for it only started to happen when Pan leaves Neverland; it is not because of the snow, but because of the peace the lack of magic brought. Everything here lives and thrives on magic, but he does not. Still, he missed the clear night sky and moonlight that came with it. Yes, he really does want to return to the warm nights under the moon. Hurry up, Pan.

He treks up the steep hill to end up at the top of the bare cliff overshadowing the forest below. It was the prime spot for star gazing, meditation, or to throw oneself to oblivion, but his purpose is to survey the land. He slides his goggles onto his forehead to get a clearer view of the scene. The whistling wind catches his ears and he tugs on the ends of his hat, pulling them closer to his skin. Narrowing his eyes in the chill breeze, Flint focuses and takes in what he sees between the snowy white outs; the forest extends out for another couple kilometers, then shifts into a sandy, now snow-covered, beach and then the ocean stretches out to the blended horizon line. It was a picture he has seen many times over and he knew it all so well. However, the only things that change were those not of nature: ships and small boats that dot the ocean of ice. He glares at the ships he knows to belong to various pirates. In this cold, unforgiving climate, they are bound to try to approach the land some time. How long has it been, Hook? How long has it been since you... What? Left us? No... Abandoned. The memories frustrate and anger him. After all the years of not seeing anything of Hook, Flint is left to brew in his hatred. He brushes aside his emotions and reaches a couple fingers inside his collar; he pulls up a scarf over his face, slides on his goggles again, and turns around to make his way back down the snowy cliff.

Sliding down the snow is the easy part; a slight jump, and he can dig his feet into a pile of snow as it slides an carries him down the hill. Grabbing hold of branches and rocks to guide his way, he makes it back to the bottom in a fraction of the time it took to climb to the top of the cliff. He makes his way into the forest he had just surveyed, heading to the rendezvous location where he would regroup with the Lost Children. Each of them had their assignments from the night before. Target: Western coast. Once I have surveyed the from the cliff, I will be approaching from the East. Fang will be approaching from the North. His skills and reflexes, not to mention his reliability (in his own way), make him the ideal person to be in the forefront of the group. The forest is thinner in his area but this way he can keep a good view of the shoreline and monitor activity close up. Ram will be leading the way from the South, followed by Trees; their objective is to survey within the forest. Ram's tracking and sight makes her the perfect one to be in the forest because, despite the crowded atmosphere, she can see much that others cannot. Trees is to accompany her because he does best traversing a forested area. Hopefully Ram will get him to shut up that loud-mouthed boy when she needs to. Truly, Flint did not want to have to deal with this sort of mission right now, but he, too, had his responsibilities.

Flint finishes his mental checklist and approaches a particularly taller tree. Glancing up, he takes a couple steps back and then sprint up the side of it, gripping onto the lowest branch. He lifts himself up through the tree and climbs to the top, situating himself to a point where he is able to see over the tops of the trees to the ocean. Snow falls from a few branches and covers his mess in the snow. His clothing still allows him to blend in with the whitened canopy of the tree. While he is able to remain concealed, he can see the ground directly below the base of the tree. Now that he is off the cliff, he has a more direct and level view of the ships. He stares, or rather, glares, at the one assumed to belong to Hook and his crew, for they have yet to confront his particular band of pirates. Knowing he would be the first to arrive at this point, Flint waits, perfectly still and silent.

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Ram paused in her footsteps for a moment. She ran her fingers gently along the line of tracks belonging to a man, 'Large, heavy, slow, headed towards the shore...' She looked up to where the obscured footsteps sunk into the piling snow that lead straight ahead. A normal person's eye sight wouldn't see as well as hers. Perhaps her name should have been Eagle, because she could track and hunt anything if needed. Ram's bow began to fall off her shoulder and she readjusted it while she stood up tall and then rubbed the back of her neck, puffing out a cloud of frustration into the frozen air, "Hook... He wouldn't be alone. This would be someone belonging to his crew, probably. But it's a man's foot prints. Or perhaps its a drunken man's? Its headed towards the shore though, that could lead to something..." She murmured to herself out loud and began to follow the footsteps, only hoping that her little brother was following behind her.

That's who they were tracking, wasn't it? Hook. The name made Ram grimace with disgust. They knew him. They actually knew that monster, and were attached to him in such a friendly family way that it was only until he betrayed them that they realized what a mistake they made by putting their trust in that man. Ram frowned, recalling those beautiful memories that now faded to horrifying nightmares of the past.

But while she thought about these things, she realized that the expression she was making was not one she'd want others to see, so she wiped it clear off her face and huffed out another cloud and continued walking, now smiling while she saw the little specks of white fall from the sky, "Isn't it summer? Wasn't it summer? Since when did the seasons pass so soon?" She asked herself and holding her palm out as a light flake fell onto it, then melted slowly into a small drop of water.

Ram loved winter. She loved the snow. It was her favorite season of all, and the coldness embraced her more like a blanket than a chilling sense. It was wonderful, and she loved it.

But she had to focus.

Pan wasn't with them; the only leader that Ram actually looked to. Flint was second in command, however, she could never see him the same position as she would with Pan. To her, Flint was just another one of the Lost Children, but not someone with command in power. Although, she did somewhat see him as an elder. Maybe that was why she was going on the mission that he tasked her and the others to do. Or maybe it was because she just wanted to find the man who betrayed them all.

She didn't quite know, and right now, she didn't have time to think about what she knew and didn't, so she focused her eyes back onto the trail. There was a quick sound of blowing wind past her ear and she immediately grabbed an arrow, putting it between her fingers and laying into the bow's placement and shot it without hesitation to where this noise was coming from.

A bush wavered at the hit of her arrow and a crow flew out into the open sky within a blink of an eye. Ram sighed and brought her hand to her forehead, stressed, and muttered, "Why is it that I always tend to shoot any noise in such an empty area..." She called to her brother, Trees, for him to follow her as she continued to follow the tracks.