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Trees

"Ever heard of personal space? You're invading mine." (WIP)

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

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✦ Theme ✦

Fall Out Boy || Young Volcanoes
Say Anything || A Walk Through Hell
[url]Artist || Song[/url]
Goo Goo Dolls || I'm Still Here





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⌈NicknameβŒ‹
"I'm called Trees. No, that's not a nickname."
Although he does remember his previous name he prefers his current name, Trees. His sister will call him Monkey from time to time, though(he really hates that).

⌈AgeβŒ‹
"I'll have you know I'm the older one."
16

⌈GenderβŒ‹
Male

⌈RaceβŒ‹
Human

⌈RoleβŒ‹
Second Member of the Lost Children

⌈Face ClaimβŒ‹
William Twining || Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist





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⌈Hair ColorβŒ‹
Blond

⌈Eye ColorβŒ‹
Green

⌈Skin ToneβŒ‹
Fair

⌈HeightβŒ‹
"I'm still growing! Got that!?"
5'6"

⌈WeightβŒ‹
"I exercise a lot so of course I'm kind of buff~"
138lbs

⌈Physical DescriptionβŒ‹
"What do you mean I look kind of girly? Say that again! I dare you!"





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⌈Potential InterestβŒ‹
"That's absolutely none of your business whatsoever!"
TBA

⌈Skills
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✦ Climbing || He wasn't given the name Trees for no reason. This boy can climb like no other. He can leap from branch to branch with ease, swing from vines and can find foot and hand grips that most cannot. No wonder his sister and few others tease him by referring to him as a monkey.
✦ Fishing || Trees can have both quick reflexes and extreme patience if he focuses hard enough. Both of which is needed to be a good fisher. When it comes to spear fishing, he's become quite good at striking quickly and carefully, yet he can also sit in a tree hanging over the bank for hours just to get the perfect fish to bring back and show off to his friends.
✦ Defense || He's a boy with a younger sister(well by a few minutes), so of course he's got to have some way of keeping her safe. Fishing isn't the only time Trees uses a spear. The spear is also something he'll use in combat. Of course there is only so much one can teach themselves without a mentor, but he's got the basics down and can hold his own fairy well.
✦ Building || Traps, in particular, is Trees specialty. He can build just about any size trap, some meant for animals while others are more concealed and hidden to capture a pirate or whoever else comes scampering along the path. He's always trying to get his sister caught in one so he'll have a funny story to tell, but so far she always sees through his intentions.


⌈Power AbilitiesβŒ‹
βœ” Trickster || explain
βœ” Quick-Thinking || explain
βœ” talent || explain {continue this format for more abilities}




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⌈OtherβŒ‹
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⌈Habits
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❖ Pointing || Whenever he starts explaining something, Trees will often raise his pointer finger in the process. He'll also point at people when he argues with them or when he's surprised at something.
❖ Rambling || Trees has a tendency to over-exaggerate things. When he gets into telling a story or talking about his victories he'll ramble on for hours about the tiniest details if you let him.
❖ Taking Charge || Leading is not one of his specialties, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to head the team anyway. He'll often charge ahead and try to get others to follow his lead. Of course usually nobody really listens to him. He just likes to shout orders.



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⌈LikesβŒ‹
β™₯ Storytelling || Well he does like to exaggerate. His imagination can go berserk when given the chance so one of his favorite things to do is tel stories. He likes to go around to the clans and give the young one's a good story.
β™₯ Sweets || Pie is his absolutely favorite, especially fruit pies. Never leave a pie alone with him because he will eat all of it and there wont even be crumbs left behind for you. It's almost as good as fish, but that comes in second.
β™₯ Exploring || What Lost Child doesn't enjoy the thrills of discovery? Trees searches for adventure wherever he goes. Just going for a morning stroll could perk an exiting expedition. It's a never ending curiosity to explore anything and everything that catches his eye.
β™₯ The Wind || Just hearing a blast of air rustle through the trees is like music to his ears.
β™₯ Campfires || Storytelling, s'mores, the night sky. Nothing is more relaxing than enjoying a warm light from a fire while sitting next to his friends and listening to the sound of the forest around him.

⌈DislikesβŒ‹
✘ Pirates || In the beginning he was actually kind of fascinated with pirates, to be honest, but after clashing with them one too many times he finds them to be rather annoying and not very heroic(as he thought of pirates to be).
✘ Spicy Food || It's the very opposite of sweet and something Trees can't stand. Really he's just very sensitive to hot and spicy things.
✘ Winter || Opposite of his sister, Trees favors the heat over the cold. He absolutely hates any kind of chilly weather and gets cold quite easy. He prefers to sit out in the sun and take in the warm than bundle up to keep from shivering to death.
✘ Waking up Early || No....he is definitely not an early bird. Really wake him up without his consent and he will probably hit you with something. It's best to let him sleep unless there is a super important emergency that you need him for.
✘ Being Dirty || What may come as a surprise to some, Trees takes care in his appearance and always washes up if he ends up getting messy while climbing around in the forest. Of course he doesn't mind getting dirty, but he hates being dirty for long periods of time.



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⌈StrengthsβŒ‹
βœͺ Bravery || Trees doesn't back down from a fight unless he has absolutely no other choice. So yes, he knows when he needs to retreat, but he's not fond of losing and will give his all in a fight. He's not afraid to take a risk if it doesn't endanger is comrades.
βœͺ Water Reading || Another thing opposite of his sister. While his twin does well tracking on land, Trees is fairy good at reading water currents to know what fish will be where or if something is buried under the sand in the shallow water. He can tel how currents are moving and where things might drift off to by the patterns in the sand and where the best place would be to fish.
βœͺ Reflexes || Trees has taught himself to fish with a spear, but he also uses this as a weapon. He's developed the speedy reflexes that are needed for fighting close-combat. He's not all that fast on his feet, but he can dodge and defend with swift movements.

⌈WeaknessesβŒ‹
⌘ Girls || Sure he's been around for quite some time, but he's not just a 16-year-old in body. He's a teenager in mind and heart as well. He can suddenly find himself flustered and stumbling over his words if he ends up getting to close to a girl by accident. He's okay with the one's that he's been around lot's of times, but he'll quickly avoid any girl that he's just been introduced to so he doesn't end up making a fool of himself.
⌘ His Sister || Of course he cares deeply about the other Lost Children as well as Peter, but his sister is his top priority over anything else. Forget knowing when to retreat. If his sister is in danger he won't back down until she's safe. Though he probably wouldn't want her to know that...
⌘ Impulsive || If put under enough stress, Trees will instantly switch to impulse and act out without thinking. His emotions will pull him to and fro if he gets pissed off enough, which can lead him into making foolish and dangerous decisions.




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So begins...

Trees'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.