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Soleil Ada

"I love the open sea... It just makes my worries vanish, you know?" [History TBA]

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a character in “Neverland's Fall”, originally authored by Luna Delta, as played by RolePlayGateway

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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity
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- Edvard Munch


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Far, far in the distant future... Or possibly in the distant past...

...the human race spread across the galaxy establishing colonies on distant planets.

Their population exploded until five hundred billion humans inhabited the cosmos.

But resources were exhausted, birth rate plummeted, and the human race entered an age of decline.


A movement began...

...calling for a return to Mother Earth.

However, the tiny planet could not possibly support such an epic repatriation.


A long and bloody conflict erupted over the right to return known as..

Homecoming War...


A new governing body...

the Gaia Communion

...emerged to bring the war to a close.


The Communion declared Earth...

an eternal sanctuary

...to which no one was granted passage.


Instead, Earth was used as a symbol,

...for order to gaze at from afar... while colonists on dying planets...



Waited out their demise.

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So begins...

Soleil Ada'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: Eloise Kingsley Character Portrait: Callum 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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Character Portrait: Lucifer Character Portrait: Scout Character Portrait: Hook Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Soleil Ada Character Portrait: Roan Haiku
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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.