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"Nothing's better than the ocean and the feel of the wind... and the thought of Peter dead. Well, that's nice too."

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




⌈How do you live life to the fullest? If someone answers that questions with a response besides 'I don't know,' they're wrong. We never knew if we've lived our life to the fullest once that life ends, so, unless you've come back from the dead, you'll never be able to answer to that person.βŒ‹


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⌈Challenge me to a fight, a drinking contest, I dare you, because no matter who you are, you have no chance of winning against me.βŒ‹

Well, some call him by Captain, others call him by Hook, but his actual name is unknown.

Unknown but appears to be 19



Captain of Pirates

⌈Face ClaimβŒ‹
Spain | Hetalia


⌈I've never flown before... Only been on the water and land... I think it'd be pretty damn interesting though.βŒ‹

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⌈Skin ToneβŒ‹
Slightly Tanned


158 lbs

⌈Physical DescriptionβŒ‹
Hook is just about any other average man you'd see walking around- Is what he says. He thinks there's nothing quite very special about him, and that he's almost like anyone else, although he has lost an arm. Well, before we go into his looks and build, why no discuss that? As we all know, Hook's arm was taken by Pan, thus giving him his current nickname, which he doesn't quite dislike honestly as its become his actual name now. The question is, which arm? It certainly looks like both his arms are in tact, right? Well, that's a lie. Hook has lost an arm, no doubt about it, but to which, he won't tell, and to how he looks so normal is another mystery that he'd rather not explain. Luckily for him, no one really asks, I mean, wouldn't it be considered to ask 'How'd you lose that arm?'

Moving along; Hook's build, as much as he denies it, is more than any average man. He's incredibly strong and well-built. It's not to the point that there's too much muscle, but enough to be considered attractive, as women from all over the continent will fawn over him. His whole body is nicely tanned, just slightly so its not too noticeable, but covered in scars, cuts, and bruises from training and battle injuries when he'll raid a merchandise ship. Usually, though, this isn't seen by most people because of his heavy clothing he'll wear in public, but around his crew, he'll often take these layers off until there's only a final thin one left where it can, on certain occasions, be seen. Just because I'm running out of room to type, I might as well quickly describe how Hook has short and messy hair, likely bed-head, that is colored a brown, contradicting his bright green eyes.


⌈There's a rule if you're around me; if you dare lay a hand on my crew, without my permission, I'll kill you, without your permission, got it?βŒ‹

⌈Potential InterestβŒ‹
While Hook does fool around with women, besides his crew, he's never felt attached to someone in that way, and therefore has none. But there is thought that he may grow attracted to Eloise Kingsley...

    ✦ Leading || Hook is a captain of a ship and crew, and they do raid other ships for merchandise. If Hook couldn't lead them well, all of them would have been dead by now.
    ✦ Fighting || Fighting is one of Hook's advanced skills as he's done it, along with clawing at the ground and taking beatings, ever since he was a kid to survive. It still comes in as a survival skill today.
    ✦ Planning || Hook is amazing at planning out battle strategies, but only does it when the situation calls for it. It takes him a day or so to think of an extraordinary plan.

⌈Power AbilitiesβŒ‹
    βœ” Mesmer || Hook is a Mesmer, and, therefore, is able to bend other people to his will with little to no movement of his hand. He usually only uses it in difficult situations, but never on his crew.
    βœ” Erasing Memories || MAH BABY GAINED ANOTHER POWER Hook is able to erase any sort of memories at his will. He doesn't do it very often, seeing how it drains his energy by a lot and makes him tired.
    βœ” Implanting Memories || Yes, Hook can also create memories. He is able to implant them into someone's mind, but, just as mentioned before, Hook doesn't do it often. He doesn't like tiring himself.


⌈Buy me a drink, and I'll buy yours, yeah? While we're at it, might as well hire a beautiful woman to serve us, right?βŒ‹

-(Inside Joke) Hook's birthday is March 16th
-Hook's original name as one of the Lost Children was Gin, after his amazing talent for traps. However, he's abandoned that name and now goes by Hook. Even the mentioning of that name makes him go completely silent.
-Hook has noticed how Soleil sneaks off every now and then, but has made no mention that he is aware, or has made a move to stop her however. In fact, he has other intentions because of this.
-Hook has also caught glances of Luna as a shadow that seems to stalk him and his crew from time to time, but has no clue who she really is, and makes no attempt to find her, however, despite his curiosity to the feeling that he's being watched.

    ❖ Banging His Weapon on the Ground || Hook usually does this then he's bored, and usually, he does it to a familiar tune that he likes.
    ❖ Drinking || Well, what pirate doesn't drink? It's usually with his crew that he'll loosen up and drink around them, usually to celebrate something.
    ❖ Staring Out Mindlessly || It's often he'll do this on his ship, but he'll stare out into the distance, or into the ocean, mindlessly, not even thinking.

    β™₯ Drinking || I do recall this being explained.
    β™₯ The Ocean || Hook admires the ocean, the color, the view, even the smell. It's like a second home to him.
    β™₯ His Crew || His crew may not be very big, but that's because there's only so many people who he is able to trust.
    β™₯ Music || Music is something Hook finds essential since its what he pretty much enjoys most over everything else.
    β™₯ Adrenaline Rush || If it's risky, it'll be something Hook will take interest in.
    β™₯ Women || Are there really any words needed for this explanation?

    ✘ Peter Pan || If someone cut off your arm you'd kinda hate them, wouldn't you?
    ✘ Gloomy Days || Hook says it makes traveling by sea less exciting since the waters are usually rough and grey.
    ✘ Losing || Hook is a competitive man, and if he looses, of course he'll be brought down by it.
    ✘ Hangovers || Seeing as Hook drinks, its only likely that he'll get drunk once or twice, but the hangover, in his opinion, is the worst.

    βœͺ Strategy || Strategy has always been a big thing for Hook, although he doesn't do it for small raids since it takes a lot of work to plan.
    βœͺ Weaponry || While Hook often uses a halberd or sword or gun, he is superb at using any other weapons there are.
    βœͺ Manipulation/Deception || It's almost never his crew, but Hook will manipulate and deceive people to get his ways.

    ⌘ Stubborn || His stubbornness can be childish at points, but at other points, it can be deadly.
    ⌘ Competitive || Hook is very competitive, whether its a chess game, or drinking a pint of alcohol the fastest.
    ⌘ Driven by Hate || Hook is still angry at Peter for what he did in the past, and once hearing news of his location, nearly nothing can stop him.
    ⌘ His Crew || However, contradictory to how Hook is driven by hate, his crew means nearly everything to him. If they were held hostage, even the hatred would disappear just to protect them. Even as a villain, Hook is still a person.


⌈We sail, we raid, we drink, and then we sail more. That's basically the life or a pirate; living life on edge and never knowing what'll happen to you. But you could say that's the fun part.βŒ‹

Reckless | Prideful | Sarcastic | Dark

Despite Hook having the physical state of an adult, his mind is only half of that. The other half, however, belongs to a 7-year-old child. Hook is a very reckless person, especially in battle or when he must make a decision. He gives little attention to the future and hardly plans anything at all unless absolute necessary. Hook believes that he doesn't need to concern about the future. Even dying isn't something he's afraid about, as Hook believes it to be another step to the unknown future.

Hook is also very prideful, which is, perhaps why he's so competitive. He takes pride in the most big things that he does, like taking ships and their supplies, and sometimes the smaller things like winning a game of chess. Luckily, there is a lighter side to the captain of pirates because he's so sarcastic. Especially with his own crew, Hook is very loose and comfortable with being a normal person around them. He can easily laugh and grin and smile and be the child he still wants to be with them. But, unfortunately for him, that childhood he so badly wanted back, would never come back to him.

Because he no longer has that childhood, Hook can be a very dark person. He's very manipulative, deceptive, and uses people to get his way, especially to get to Pan. Hook believes that, as he was once taken under his wing, Pan had shattered him after getting rid of all the Mesmers but him, and removing his arm, thus leading to his current hatred for him. Sometimes, Hook believes that it's what keeps him alive, his hatred for Pan, when in reality, it's not. But he is so clouded by this hatred that, when hearing of Pan's location or state of being, Hook becomes outraged and will do anything to finally get the chance to kill him. At some points, Hook won't realize that he's putting himself, and sometimes even his crew, the people most important to him, in danger. Its one of the broken parts of him that may never be healed.



⌈A boy sees the world in color, but a man will see the world in grey.βŒ‹

Hook's story has been told in many ways. Some say he was always a pirate and was born from the sea instead of by an actual parent. What a lie. Some say he just suddenly appeared from the nowhere and took in these children as his crew. Another lie. Others think that he's a coldblooded murderer who does nothing but kill and steal, just as any stereotypical pirate would do. Yet again a lie. In fact, all of those are false. The only ones who know of Hook's true past are Peter and few of the Lost Children. He is not even able to tell his crew about his past as he chose to forget it all, and when being asked about it, his simple and only excuse is 'I don't seem to recall having one.' He's a liar too.

A long time ago, when life was still colorful and great, Hook used to be apart of the Lost Children underneath Pan and lived by being called Gin. He looked up to the man, like a role model, an older brother, and sometimes even as a fatherly figure. Pan was like his god, he'd listen to him without a second thought and do anything he wished to be done. Gin was very much an innocent person then and, like the other Lost Children, still had the heart of a young boy rather than the adult he always appears to be. Back then, his tall and muscular figure was always mistaken to be a very serious and distant young man, but after meeting him, it was obvious that Gin was still a child in heart and mind.

Gin was insanely different between before and currently. Back then, Gin was actually quite shy, especially around the girls. He had trouble approaching them, and always stuttered when he spoke. He was like a giant among the others, but a very small giant, actually. Because of how timid he really was and how easily embarrassed he was able to become to easily, no one was threatened by him in the least bit. No one was even bothered by his Mesmer powers, seeing as he was not a human or a regular person like the others. He never used his powers to hurt anyone, and had never gone out of control. He was kind and loved.

Until that happened.

Pan had suddenly decided to get rid all Mesmers, and that included Gin. What did he do? Where did he go wrong? He never hurt anyone, and never had intentions to do so. Maybe that's why he was let off the easy way. The easy way was basically Hook being able to live, unlike all the other Mesmers in the world, but he lost an arm in the process and had to leave the Lost Children, his one and only home. After losing his arm and bleeding heavily, Gin was frightened. There was no where to go, no one to turn to for help. He was completely alone in that wonderland, and everything had instantly become black and white. The world of color he once knew faded and disappeared into a melancholy and cruel monochrome world.

Somehow, Gin managed to survive and was alone for at least three months, surviving out of the sight of Pan and the Lost Children. Over that time, hatred developed, and he became a dark man, no longer a boy. Angry with a name he was given by a man who had almost killed him, Gin threw away that beautiful and delicate name for Hook and created himself a title; King of the Pirates. He found himself a ship, and snatched away fallen humans from the outside world to use for his own purposes as a crew. He mislead most of them with false information to gain their trust, all to get revenge on Pan and the Lost Children for what they had done to him. However, over time, he's found himself growing on his crew more than he expected and loosened up around them as well. But those thoughts and horrid memories of abandonment by his first and trusted family are still embedded deep within his mind and the aura for revenge still amuses him to this very day. He's gotten news after those years of sailing out in the sea that Pan is looking for those three heirs. Lucky him. Its finally a chance to strike back and get everything he wants from Pan, including getting him down on his knees, and taking his head.

⌈I want to go back to being that happy boy I use to be. But that image is one I can't remember, as it was stolen by the man I aim to kill.βŒ‹

So begins...

Hook'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.


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?


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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"Damn it!" Said the captain of all pirates, James Hook. He kicked furiously at the ice encasing his ship and twitched with annoyance. Snow, winter, cold; they were things that most pirates found devastating, ugly, and disgusting. Hook displayed the most negative emotions when he felt even the softest blow of a chilling wind, "Why'd if have to snow all of a sudden? It's in the middle of summer!" He grumbled and began to climb back onto deck after nearly slipping clumsily on the ice. He cursed to himself as he regained the correct footing back on deck and straightened his coat before lounging back on the rail.

Hook always enjoyed summer. Summer. Summer was heat, cicadas, long days and short nights. Or in other words; Long days to cruise the ocean and feel the cool breeze with his crew while he spent the rest of his time on land, fooling with women and drinking his troubles away. What troubles, you may ask? That would be Peter Pan.

Hook cringed at the thought of his name.

Pan, the very man that Hook was after because of his cruel meaning for removing one of Hook's arm. But he has both arms, you may say. No, he doesn't. It may be an illusion, it may be a trick, it may be some kind of magic of his, he won't tell. But the fact is, Hook lost one of his arms, and he wanted his revenge. It was always on his mind and he wanted it badly. He'd sacrifice his own life to get Pan's and would even go as far as sacrificing his crew-

Wait... Would he really?

Hook looked at his crew; Soleil, Scout, Roan, and Lucifer. They were a small bunch, but then again, they were all he needed, and after abandoning, or rather, being killed out of the Lost Children from a long while ago, they were his next and new family. Would he risk them, too, to get at Pan?

Hook sighed and let his head hang. He was far beyond frustration, "I need a cigarette..." He muttered tiredly and then called a little louder, hoping, childishly, that someone on the deck would hear him and bring his needs. He coughed for attention, "I think it'd be really nice if I could have a cigarette at the moment." He said a little louder.

A snowflake landed on his nose and he sneezed, then grumbled, 'Damn its cold...' He thought and looked up at the grey sky that produced the very thing that he so much hated. He went back into his deep thought, one that made him wear an emotionless face that was unreadable, even by his crew, who knew him so well. Whenever Hook went into that phase, no one could tell what he was planning or thinking. That was the way it worked and always was. Then, he thought, 'Right... Pan wants them, the heirs. Maybe... Maybe I'll find them before him and blackmail? That sounds nice, although there's a lot of risk in that too... And it'll be trouble trying to find them... Mmm...'

Even outside his thinking, the side that everyone else saw, Hook was making odd faces as he thought. He might have always been seen as the villain, but he, too, used to be something called human.


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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.