Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Gwendolyn Ann Darling

she lives in her own little fairytale

0 · 284 views · located in Never Land

a character in “Return To Never Land: The Hidden Truth”, as played by cc.jones

Description


GWENDOLYN DARLING

Wendy
#c05c4b | 24 | she/her/they/them
wendy darling | pansexual
ImageImageImage
she dreamed improbable dreams, followed her heart, and created her own fairytale

Image
Imagexxa p p e a r a n c exxImage


ImageImageImage
5'7'' | graceful | hair light brown | blue eyes


Wendy was a little rough around the edges as a child, owing to her tomboyish demeanor, which her mother hated. However, her thirteen years of classical dance instruction instilled in her an appreciation for the art of grace. Her light brown hair is naturally wavy and falls to her mid-back in a central part. Her eyes are as blue as the oceans, which conceal the most horrific truths. Her features are flawless, with a small button nose, arched brows, pink lips, and high cheekbones.

Her color pallet is composed of pastel pink, mauve, and baby blue shades, often paired with a neutral undertone. Her style is an eclectic blend of traditional, bohemian, and minimalist clothes, highlighting her petite stature and flowing ends that showcase her long legs. Her ears are pierced, she dresses simply, and she always has painted nails, despite her proclivity for picking at them.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Image
Imagexxp e r s o n a l i t yxxImage

ImageImageImage
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| virtue ||
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| imaginative ||
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| daring ||
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| maternal ||
|| hamartia ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
|| rebellious ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
|| stubborn ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
|| perfectionist ||xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx





She's finally come to terms with the thing she's been most afraid of as a child: becoming an adult. When she was little, Wendy used to tell amazing stories about a valiant knight fighting a fearsome monster and a beautiful princess with beautiful, magically long hair. But, the story she loved the most was one about a girl who never grew up. Each tale was as unique as the next, and the reason for this is that Wendy has an innate capacity for imagination.

Wendy is as daring as they come, just as she is creative. She's the kind of girl who would leap off a speeding train, parachute fourteen thousand feet in the air, or go shark cage diving if it meant getting her adrenaline flowing. She has a rebellious streak for diving headlong into hazardous situations because she isn't scared, even when others warn her that it's a terrible idea. She is obstinate as a tea, unwilling to listen to anybody, and always challenging everything they say. If she is advised not to do something and given a litany of reasons why it is a terrible idea, she will proceed to do it anyway.

Wendy is not one to give up easily, particularly regarding the people most dear to her. She will go to any extent to safeguard what is most important to her. Wendy has always had a strong sense of responsibility to nurture and protect others. As the eldest sister, she believes this to be true. When her younger brothers were injured, Wendy constantly took on the role of a doctor. She bandaged booboos and hugged them tightly until they stopped sobbing, even making a few amusing expressions to elicit a grin. One day, she dreams of being a mother.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Image
Imagexxh i s t o r yxxImage

ImageImageImage
December 6 | London, England


Gwendolyn Moira Angela Darling was born in London during the winter season to George and Mary Darling. Wendy, the eldest child of a middle-class family, had a profound influence on her younger brothers, John and Michael, most notably on their love of Peter Pan and her lore. Wendy often told children stories about Pan's many adventures on the ostensibly fictitious island of Neverland, most notably her battles with the villainous Captain Hook. To most people (including George), Pan and the tales surrounding her were nothing more than a childish fantasy. However, her exploits were all too real to Wendy, John, and Michael, and her stories were used to preserve the pleasure and whim of their youth, despite George and Mary's appeals for more prudent behavior.

Wendy and her brother were visited late at night by a strange-looking female who stood strangely in their window seal twelve years ago. Wendy barely can recall the form of her standing in a heroic stance, feet apart, chin up, and hands-on-hips with the elbows bent. She couldn't remember the face; she couldn't remember how it felt when the wind blew in her face as she and her brothers soared high in the sky with their new friend or the exciting adventures they had with the 'lost boys.' Wendy has no recollection of waiting for the girl to return, which she never did. Everything was all hazy; it seemed like a hoax.

Wendy, at twenty-four, has moved on from her past. She studied theatrical arts at New York University in New York City, where she met her fiancé, Edward, and graduated with honors. She works as a starving artist, scheduling tiny Broadway plays around New York Times Square, and has even begun writing a fiction novel based on her early encounters with the mystery girl. Her book's publication was a runaway success, earning her a Pulitzer Prize. Everything was going swimmingly until she was abducted on her wedding day. But that was months ago, and now she's sailing with her brothers to Neverland with the jolly roger.

xx
xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ImageImage
cs: phosphene - fc: kristine froseth - playlist (soon) - pinterest (soon)
ImageImage

So begins...

Gwendolyn Ann Darling's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

1.00 INK

wendy darling.
Image
Image
outfit. soul. #c05c4b.
Image
xxx she dreamed
xxx improbable dreams,
xxx followed her heart,
xxx and created her own fairytale.

Image
ImageImage
michael & john darling.
Image
The sound of a distant clock ticking penetrated the silence that surrounded the room. Wendy was teased by the sound of time passing, knowing that she had lost track of time since her and her brothers' kidnapping a few months earlier. Even yet, knowing that time was inevitable was unsettling. She was curious about her fiancé, Edward, if he had been searching for them or whether he had missed her. The thought of his abandonment pricked at her emotions to the point of tears. She refused to cry, though, since she was the oldest child and was responsible for her brothers. Furthermore, she would not give the wicked woman with the crocodile mouth hat who kidnapped them any pleasure from her pain. She subsequently learned that the woman in command of the Jolly Roger was known as 'Captain Hook' by the voices aboard. That's all they were: sounds with no faces to identify them. She has heard numerous things from passing people's footsteps, but no one has revealed the cause for their abduction. Wendy couldn't make sense of it all even now. She felt like she was on one of those TV prank programs where the presenter would rush up with a microphone, and the camera team would follow. But there was no presenter or camera crew, just months of silence.

The ship swayed violently because of the rough seas, causing Wendy to collide with one of her brothers. It was John who shrieked, "Ow! Wendy, be careful.” He sounded agitated. Not only had they not been sleeping well lately, but Wendy was aware that her brother suffered from terrible motion sickness. When they were initially dragged aboard the ship, she heard him hurling over the deck. John is coping with it easier as time passes, although some days are better than others. And this was one of those days when he didn't need to move much. Wendy and her brothers, on the other hand, were not aware that the route would be different this time. Still, they had felt it. Its waves became more turbulent, and the cracking of the ancient wood became more audible, indicating the ship's effort to move. There was also an eerie and mystical feeling in the air.

“I'm sorry, John.” Wendy directed her voice to the side where John sat. Wendy pushed her weight up off the hardwood surface with her shoulder until she was back in her cross-legged posture. The three siblings sat in the center of the ship's cargo hold, blindfolded and with their wrists tied behind their backs. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. They spent most of their time with Captain Hook, blindfolded and with their hands restrained from escaping. And when Michael tried to take the sword from Hook's sheath on the day they were abducted, the pirates kept a closer watch on the Darling brothers as the Hook had instructed.

Wendy called out to her younger brother in hushed tones, "Michael, are you there?”

“Y-yes, I'm here.” Michael's voice could be heard from the other side of John, who was seated in the middle. He sounded anxious but not as weary as John. However, his tone questioned their very existence. Wendy had never doubted that her brother John was the fearful kind. On the other hand, Michael smiled in the face of his worries. He was always the first to take the risk, much like his elder sister. But Michael was frequently rash in this regard, which is why they were in a bind. Nonetheless, Michael looked up to his older sister. He admired her bravery and wished to be like her. Dr. John Darling, on the other hand, hoped for more sensible procedures. In contrast to his two siblings, he never sought thrills and avoided situations that posed an immediate risk to him. Instead, he was cautious and realistic in his activities.

Wendy opened her lips to say something to Michael but was cut off by the distant sound of heavy feet approaching. Wendy received a chill down her spine with each footstep cracking the hardwood floorboards inching towards them, and she felt an instant desire to defend her brothers even as she heard the jangling of keys and then the clank of what sounded like a prison door opening. Wendy first sensed the presence of someone observing them, watching her. Then she heard the boots scuffing down the wood in her direction, coming to a halt in front of her. Wendy sat up straight, her head up high in defiance to conceal her dread. She kept her calm even though the stale smell of cigarettes burnt at her nose. She looked at whoever was in front of her, blindfolded. She was aware that they were looking at her face and waiting for her to break. When Wendy did not comply, cigarette smoke was thrown into her face. As the smokey stench stuck in her throat, she wrenched her head to the side, coughing. Wendy's cough intensified only after the footsteps departed, closing the cage behind them, and she had no idea she had been holding her breath for so long.

Wendy heard a woman's voice shouting out to her captain. And it was discovered that the individual responsible for disrespectfully blowing smoke in her face was one of Hook's crewmates. She simply didn't know who it was. Nor could she recall their name, which was Genesis or Gisele? Her voice seemed all too familiar to Wendy.

The Jolly Roger landed hard on the beach, throwing the siblings forward until they face-planted on the wood panels. They moaned in pain before pulling themselves up. Wendy waited until the sounds she heard receded before speaking. “Guys,” she said quietly. “I think something is wrong.” The noises of men and women shouting in the distance, hundreds of footsteps racing about the ship, and the clinking of weapons throughout the ship all indicated that something was indeed wrong. Wendy pondered where they might be when the ship came to a halt.

She heard a loud whistle coming from where John sat. "Hello, you!?" Wendy's stomach plummeted as soon as Michael's voice rang out. "I'm sure you can hear me!" Wendy's head jerked in the direction of Michael's words.

"Michael, be quiet!" she chastised him, knowing that he would do something he'd later regret, such as piss off a pirate. She could hear her two brothers fighting and their clothing being shuffled. "Hey, what was that for John?"

"Please, stop both of you," Wendy snapped at the two grown men, tossing her head and rolling her eyes beneath the blindfold. "They can hear us."

Michael snorted. "Well, isn't that ace. Maybe they can start off by telling us where we are." Then he hollered out once again, this time louder. "Hello, lady!? Where have you gone?"

Michael was right, as much as she hated admitting it. Where were they?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx
Xxx


Clara watched as the Jolly Roger slid into its place on the port. She couldn’t make out any faces from this distance but she already knew the figures. There was no mistaking Xaria, otherwise known as Captain Hook. In her days as a lost boy Xaria would haunt Clara’s nightmares. It was hard to understand what Xaria stood to gain beyond an eternity to live out the same cycle over and over and yet she seemed gleeful to do so every time.

Leaning forward as she manipulated some of the shrubbery to part, Clara squinted hoping to focus her gaze when a flash of pink and violet light flew past her face. Most would have the instinct to swat but Clara was well used to this, only leaning back to follow the lights as they swirled around her hiding spot before joining her under her veil of branches.

“Tulip, Echo - what are you two doing here?” Clara whispered, their twinkles delivering all the sass she needed to understand. They were only two among the faeries who treated Clara as an equal, often helping with whatever dirty work the faeries delegated to her.

“This isn’t collecting mandrake root, you two are exposing yourselves by being here.” Clara held out her hands, the two faeries floating to land in her palm. Echo already had her hands on her hips, she didn’t need to say a word Clara could hear her insisting. They did do everything together but Clara couldn’t risk them being in danger.

Sensing Clara’s apprehension, Tulip floated towards Clara’s face reaching a reassuring hand against the tip of her nose. The corner of her lip pressed together, conflicting emotions evident in her expression. As much as Clara wanted to prove herself to the faeries she had to admit that she did better with her friends at her side.

“You know I want you two to come but-” Her words were cut short by the ring of Echo’s bells. Gliding across the sky it was the unmistakable figure of Pan flying towards the Jolly Roger. Before Clara even had a moment to react Echo already began darting after. Tulip and Clara looked at one another in mild defeat, not bothering to call after as they followed knowing that Echo wouldn’t turn around.

Though they glowed in the night, Echo and Tulip were able to navigate under the coverage of the vegetation to stay out of sight. Clara remained low, her faux wings forged from branches she had manipulated together affixed to her back providing camouflage. As they flew up the side of the Jolly Roger, Clara spotted people through a gunport that had been left open. The canon had been rolled to the side allowing a full view into the interior of the ship.

It was them, the siblings. Clara had seen the same thing many times before, always three. She felt something tug her hair, looking up to see Echo staring down at her impatiently. It wasn’t her business anymore, she knew that. These games were for pirates or lost boys and girls, of which Clara was neither. Looking back, she gave a low whistle to get their attention. Whether they saw her or not she couldn’t tell, tossing a makeshift stone dagger in their direction. She couldn’t stay but that didn’t mean she had to leave them defenseless.

Echo and Tulip were already peeking over the deck when Clara reached them. Pan was standing facing Xaria, surrounded by armed pirates. It may have been years since Clara had spoken to Pan or any of the lost ones, they hadn’t even seen her in her new form - as far as they knew she was still in a 9 year old boy’s body, and probably dead. Still seeing Pan in danger it ignited the most primal part of Clara that felt the need to protect her. Her fingers clutched the deck, trying to hold herself in place.

"I just want to talk things through. And after, if you still wish to kill me, then so be it. I am yours to kill, and I won't fight you. But you can feel it. We all can...Neverland is dying, and so are we..."

Clara tensed, unsure what would happen next. Pan reached for a small pouch on their hip. She and the faeries worked along the side of the deck to get a better angle peering between the windows of the crew’s legs as Pan placed the pouch on the ground. "She died two weeks ago...My magic is failing because of it."

Clara looked to Tulip and Echo with a look of concern, both of them seemingly horrified. She was scared to say her suspicions aloud but she was unable to see what Pan pulled from the pouch. Before she could try to get another angle Tulip had already shot up above to get a birds eye view, immediately darting back down twinkling in hysterics. Clara didn’t have to understand what Tulip said to know, her emotional state was proof enough. She landed on Clara’s shoulder, slumped over in sobs.

“Echo - no!” Clara whispered urgently as the pink faery light flew right onto deck.

“What have you done?!” Echo transformed into her full form in front of Pan. Clara flew to her side, Tulip still atop her shoulder.


Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by xarysin

Image
Image
Xaria Hellier
Captain Hookx|x#420b22

Image
Image
Image
Ciaran MacLeod
Windmasterx|x#208148

Image
ImageImage
(NPCs)

ImageImage
MaixxxxxxxxxxGates
Quartermasterx|xMastergunner
#6f235fx|x#f42122

ImageImage

After giving Mai shit, Ciaran turned on his heel to help furl the sails. A burst of anxious voices rang out over the deck, causing him to look to the movement overhead. As Pan touched down on the deck, Ciaran called out towards Hook as he drew his pistols. Captain! Pan! Both guns were immediately pointed at Pan's head.

Hook didn't even have to call out an order for arms, the crew circled Pan at a few arms-length, drawing their weapons. They were ready to cut them down as soon as they were given the go-ahead. There was a lot of seething hatred between the two groups, fueled by years of nothing else to think on. Hook had spun to face her friend turned enemy, drawing her swords as well. Exhilaration surged through her veins. She spoke in a cool tone laced with anger, baring her teeth a bit as she spoke, "Hold..." The crew stood still to Hook's command, waiting.

"Whether you choose to believe me or not...I am not here to fight. The others are posted around, but they're awaiting my orders. Whether you decide to believe me or not, that is up to you. Kill me where I stand. Beat and torture me all you wish. I won't stop you, and neither will the others as I refuse to give them orders. You can kill me if you so desire. I won't stop you this time. But I am done fighting, Xaria."

Xaria grinned wickedly at all the suggestion of violence and torture but her expression quickly turned serious when Pan paused. "Then what the fuck you want? Got two minutes.."

"You can feel it. We all can...Neverland is dying, and so are we..."

The whole crew shifted as Pan reached at their hip for a bag. Hook pointed a sword at whatever Pan was reaching for and offered a warning, "Watch it.."

Below deck, Mai heard the call and was ready to act if need be but stayed to guard the cell. She had given Giselle a nod indicating she would stay if Giselle wanted to go up to fight. When the siblings started to chat between them she slammed her fist on the iron bars. "Silence!"

Everyone up top was still on edge, watching intently as Pan laid something on the deck. "She died two weeks ago...My magic is failing because of it. How many more of us need to die before we all realize that things are falling apart? I know you all feel it. Your magic isn't as strong as it used to be. The days are beginning to meld together. Neverland is dying, and we're all next in a matter of time."

Hook didn't get closer but did try to peer into Pan's hands. She pointed her sword toward Tinkerbell as she spoke, "Why should I care 'bout a dead devil pixie. Good riden-.." Hook readied both swords a false of light became a full-sized fae, quickly joined by a second, not yet noticing Tulip. She called out to the cluster of Pan and fairies, "You lied, Pan! Any last wishes?"