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Serenity Minua

Leader of Mermaids

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

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S E R E N I T Y x x x M I N U A
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N A M E: Serenity Victoria Minua

N I C K N A M E: She doesn't usually go by nicknames, but some people call her Ser.

P R O N O U N S: She/her

B I R T H D A Y: November 1st, 1932

A G E: Physically appears to be 21, but is 89

S E X A U L A L I T Y: Bisexual

H O M E T O W N: London, England.

R O L E: Mermaid Leader

E T H N I C I T Y: Caucasian

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P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Serenity is what you would call a daddy's girl, prima donna girl, pick me girl, and much more. She was used to being able to bat her eyelashes and get whatever she wanted in a blink of an eye. She had everyone around her wrapped around her finger and was quick to play her cards just right around people, almost perfecting the art of puppeteering. It was never meant for ill intent and just meant for selfish gains. Serenity wants people to notice her, give her attention and have her be the priority to others, but she comes by this honestly. Serenity was used to being the center of attention from a young age and continuing that being the only child of her parents and getting most things she wanted.

Serenity loves lavish things and is always wondering about how to get certain things. That being said she does have a small aspect of humble in her body. She grew up during scary times and when food was very little even for those who held wealthy status. She knows there will be a time when your good cards run out and because of that she does have a level of empathy for others, but she won't break because of that empathy because she's learned from the best not to trust anyone you meet.

The blonde is very charismatic and knows how to talk with others, but sometimes doesn't have a filter so her foot can be in her mouth. Despite this, she is a long-term thinker and has been planning for a long time something that she's held a grudge on. Her life was taken from her and Serenity is determined to get it back even if so much time has passed. She wants to see those who wronged her suffer for years upon years as she has. Serenity isn't quick to anger, but once you cross her, she's done and she's ready to cuss anyone out.

Serenity has layers to her, and part of her deals with the sadness that fills her soul knowing life has moved on without her. She can often be found staring up at the night sky from the rocks. She feels deeply about things, but she doesn't like to talk to people about it and will shut down if asked. Instead, she rather is the bitchy lunatic that everyone laughs at from time to time.


L I K E S:
Constellations, art, splashing in the water, making shell crowns, decorating spaces the best she can, and exploring new places..

D I S L I K E S:
Puffer fish because they're assholes, being stuck in Neverland, know it alls and probably a bunch of other things that will come up at some point.



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H E I G H T & W E I G H T:
Serenity stands at 5 feet and 6 inches. She weighs about 129 pounds, but it fluctuates.

A P P E A R A N C E:
In her human form Serenity stands at five feet and six inches tall. She is considered to be of normal height with a slender and thin body. She has sleek and narrow hips and probably wears a size small in most of her clothing. Her legs seem to be the longest part of her body, which would be why in her mermaid form her tail is quite long. Serenity has no tattoos as they weren't super common for women to have back in her day, but especially not common for women of royal descent to have them. Back in her day, she used to enjoy wearing sunhats and the more pastel kind of colors. They usually kept her cool during the summertime along with any parasols she had to match. She has a couple of scars on her abdomen from when she was first brought to Neverland, but most of them are faded now.



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H I S T O R Y:
Serenity's life before being kidnapped and taken to Neverland was a rather interesting one. She was the love child of Edward and Wallis, before they were to be married, so she was born out of wedlock. Wallis already had her past marriages and divorces negatively impact her, so their publicity team for the family had decided to write Serenity off as a bastard child of Edward's that he so bravely decided to raise as his own. So from the time of being an infant to being a little toddler a lot of the media and commonwealth had speculations and guesses on who her birth mother could be. Serenity was the center of quite a few gossip headlines until the bulk of the curiosity died out and she could grow up without all the scrutiny.

The blonde was only 7 years old when her father went off to be in World War 2. Serenity spent her time at home with the nannies and never saw her mother much either unless they needed to move out of the city and into the countryside to be out of harm's way. Her mother's favourite place was not a viable option to go to during the war, but her mother always talked about going to Paris again.

At the age of 13, she was reunited with her father and their family had gone back to Paris, because it also happened to be her father's favourite place to be. The family was rather formal and Serenity had taken several etiquette classes and how to behave like a lady. Furthermore, she was well versed in languages and history that she was quite the conversationalist. Her father was a controversial man and there were many rumours about his scandals. How he cheated on her mother, or how he apparently wasn't against the former ruler of Germany. These things made Serenity mad and she would fight him constantly on them.

It was in 1953 in December that Serenity was kidnapped from her room. When she woke up she was in a place that she had never been before. At first, it seemed like vacation and everything was good. She remembers not asking to go home, but to see more of the land as she wanted to explore. Serenity loved this new place that others were calling Neverland, but she didn't know that she would stop aging and she didn't think anything bad was going to happen until she and a bunch of others were thrown into the murky water.

The girl really thought she had died and was in some kind of weird personal hell. It took some getting used to, but being a mermaid wasn't so bad. All she knew was that she had a deep-seated rage and need to get back at who did this to her. She has spent years trying to learn the lay of the land, learn the habitats on the island, but it was always difficult because every five years a new set of siblings would come in on the Hook's boat. Serenity wasn't a monster, but she always tried to help save the children because they would get a better outcome than her.

Serenity had a natural instinct for leadership so she ended up taking control of the Mermaids, but she's always there to listen to what others need. Unfortunately, though with her disappearance in the real world, the press managed to delete any traces of her, so when it came time for the history books to cover the period she was from, nothing to prove of her existence in the royal family, so often times when Serenity mentions that she was apart of the royal family most people look at her like she was crazy and often times she gets called a lunatic and gets made fun of and called attention-seeking.

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CS: Caille | #038082 | FC: Isabelle Cornish


So begins...

Serenity Minua's Story

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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele
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Return to Never Land...

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'Peter Pan'
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Lost Boys Leader | outfit | #4d8c5e
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You won't have to answer to anyone
You, you always have the room to breathe
We worship and have some fun
We are the well intentioned
We only fight in the name of peace
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The ever beaming sun that usually hung far above the Mainland of The Isle, had long since set, and the moon had since taken its place in the murky abyss above. Instead, was a slight sliver of silver, that appeared as more of a portal or opening to some other world that lied behind the blanket of stars that twinkled in the moonlit night sky. On nights like this, if one knew where to look, they'd be able to see constellations in every direction, that went on for miles. If one was even lucky, chances would have it that they might spot a shooting star. But, on this night, things were different. There was a stillness.

Even the air itself felt off. It was always this way, on nights like this. Next to no noise filled the air, besides the crashing of the waves below the cliff bluff that overlooked the ocean, and the occasional gust of wind that would whisp by one's ear. Everything else, was dead silent. The Mainland, was usually full of life. Creatures and insects of the night would be making their calls. Birds of night such as owls and some unknown species would be busy hunting prey. But tonight? Not a sound.

A lone figure was sitting off from everything else, sitting on one of the higher pillars of the cliff-face that faced the open waters. They were in a crouched position, both feet firmly planted flat against the cold stone, but were busily looking up towards the inky black night sky. The night skies here in Never Land, were unlike any other one could see. From here, if one looked up on a clear night, they'd be able to see the stars and planets among the vast expanse of the cosmos. The veil between this island and reality were an odd thing. Almost enchanting if some dared to think about it for too long.

"It's almost time...", a young boy's voice spoke up. Breaking the silence that had long filled the air around them. "They should be here soon.", another voice came not soon after. "Thank you, Liall. Tobin. I'll be there shortly." the figure said, finally looking at the two Lost Boys who had come to remind them. Looking back out at the starry filled sky, they let out a sigh. Liall slowly walked up beside their friend, placing a hand on their shoulder, "It's going to be okay, you know? Everything will work out this time, Pan." Liall tried saying with a reassuring tone. Tobin simply rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner, folding his arms over his chest. "Because Pan never fails, right?" Tobin prodded.

Liall looked back at Tobin, giving him a small glare. The other Lost Boy raised both hands up in mach defense, glancing back at their leader for a moment, "I'll go and alert the others, make sure they're ready for things." Tobin gave a small, reluctant half bow and turned back, making his way back to the village further down the cliffside and into the woods. The remaining two exchanged looks once more, "Ignore him. He's just trying to get the best of you, Pan...It'll be fine, truly." he gave a faint smile in Pan's direction. Pan let out a small sigh once more, combing her fingers through her hair, pacing a bit. "But he is right, Liall. We mess this up tonight...This could be our last chance and, we can't afford that. Not now." Liall slowly nodded in agreement, he knew, just as much as anyone else, that tonight was the night to get this done. There was no more waiting. They were already running out of time as it were. They all wanted it to be over, and the time to act was now.

"Go back with Tobin, get the others who are coming. You'll meet me out by the large rocks near the gull, act on my signal. We need to use their arrival as leverage and cover. They'll be expecting us regardless so, speed is key this time, I think." Pan said as she turned back to Liall, who gave her a small nod once more. "Yes ma'am." Liall said with a salute, and turned back to the Lost Boys encampment.

Then there was one left. Pan slowly looked back up towards the night sky, closing her eyes for a moment, and took a deep intake of breath. Any and all nerves that were felt in this moment, neeeded to be shaken off and forgotten. Now wasn't the time for cowardice. Pan reached for the metal pan flute that was hanging by one of their belt loops. It was strung on a leather bound strap, and pulled it up to their lips, blowing into the flute, they let out a single note. It was the last call for the Lost Boys to begin making their way to the rock pillars down by the shore, where the Jolly Roger would be coming in once they arrived. Which would be within barely a few minutes.

Pan headed towards the shoreline first, staying low among the large rocks below. With the mix of crashing waves, the darkness of night and lack of any form of light to give away their position, Pan had a perfect place to lie and wait for the arriving ship. With the reassurance of a few of the Lost Boys and Girls, those who were able-bodied enough to help anyway, had come along. At least for the terms of a distraction at the very most, pan wouldn't risk them fighting off the pirates, not again.

It wasn't much longer until the large shadow, of an encroaching form made its appearance. A large pirate ship coasted along the waters, before eventually coming to anchor down by the large rocks and port. Pan took a deep breath once more, hands shaking for just a moment before she managed to recollect herself. It'd be fine. They just needed to locate the kids, get them out, and Pan would play as the key distraction. This was all far routine by now. An endless game of cat and mouse that everyone involved in knew by now. Things never changed, it was always the same. Everything was, except for the outcomes. And this time, Pan wasn't going to let things end like they had last time. They'd succeed, but the only difference, Pan had a different plan in mind this time after they got the children out. And hopefully this time, they'd be able to make everything work. They just had to..




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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Wendy Darling
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Captain Hook
Xaria Hellierx|x#420b22

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Most nights the moon dominated the sky. It could never appear so large in the mundane realm as if this place sat isolated somewhere in the expanse of space. It waxed and waned but it did so on its own schedule, never the same. Time was different in Neverland. The only thing that could be counted on was when it disappeared to a tiny sliver of light, the Jolly Roger would be going on a run for more children.

By choice once, now they were compelled to go by the magic of the vindictive fairies of the island. At first, they thought it was punishment for stealing children from their beds to use the island’s magic to change them into pawns for the Captain’s thirst for money and power, just to toss them away when it didn’t work. They quickly realized, if that had been true, why would they be sent to continue the deed? No, the fairies were not altruistic. They didn’t care about the children. Their punishment was because these foreigners had invaded their realm and bastardized the magic within it. Their punishment: being caught in an endless loop of their deeds. When the moon waned down to but a shine, the crew boarded their ship, compelled by magic, and departed for their home realm, nay to return until they’ve stolen a girl child and her two siblings. This night was no different.

Captain Xaria Hellier, called Hook by some, stood on the quarterdeck of the Jolly Roger as it sailed through the waters they once dominated. She turned a couple of orbs or water in her palm like Chinese stress balls, anticipating their arrival back to the island filled with enemies. In the distance was that shimmer she once thought was her salvation. Now it was her damnation. “More wind, MacLeod! Me body be feelin’ the lack of magic and I don’t much like it! Our bones be turnin’ ta dust! Get us back!”

Ciaran stood at the helm, guiding the ship back to Neverland. The power the island had granted him was aerokenisis, allowing him to push the ship through waters at unnatural speeds. The rest of the crew moved about the deck, fulfilling their assigned roles ensuring lines were secure and the cannon were ready.

Hook yelled across the deck to a young girl, “Castiella! Get yer nimble arse up them ratlines and inta the nest!” She turned and yelled to the rest of those on board, “We’ll be passin’ through the veil soon. Keep yer eyes open and yer wits about ya. Can’t let them forest rats get the drop on us."

As they passed through the portal, the sound of the wind and waves suddenly went silent. Everything was silent. No crickets, no birds, no creatures at all. Xaria watched the cliffs as they neared their makeshift port. “The guns ready, Gates?”

The Mastergunner stood by the small, rail-mounted cannons, easy to point and shoot at the cliffs. “Aye, Captain. Primed and ready.”

“Douse canvas! Bring us in easy.” The next part she muttered to herself, “There be eyes everywhere..”

She turned and walked down the stairs to the main deck. She made her way to the hatch and yelled down into the hold. “Mai! Gisele! Dun't bring up the girl or the others 'til we know the coast be clear.”

She gave one last shout over the deck, “And if any of you hear tickin'... Shoot it.”


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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Clara Valle
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Gisele
First Matex|x#bd2c2c

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It was dark within the hold of the Jolly Roger. The only light was a few dangling lanterns with their flickering light that swayed with the ship’s movements. The sound of creaking wood filled the air, mingling with the crashing of ocean waves across the bow. Flickering of the lantern light cast a dance of shadows and light across the teak walls. Soft trails of smoke drifted up from the smoldering end of a lit cigarette that hung between Gisele’s fore and middle fingers. One side of the hold had crates strapped down, filled with various bits of cargo and supplies that were on board. The other side had a series of iron cells on either side. Most of them were empty, save one. It was this one that Gisele was focused on, leaning a shoulder against one of the iron bars.

Within the cell she leaned against were three small figures huddled within, tied and blindfolded. The thrice-damned siblings that their crew was cursed to kidnap over and over. She drew in a deep drag from her cigarette, feeling the tobacco burning down her throat in that familiar way. Leaning forward, pressing her forehead against the metal, she blew out the smoke towards the children. Malice was in her eyes as she leered at them, not that they could see it, nor would she touch them. Yet. Not until the Captain gave the word. She’d long come to loathe these children. Not as much as she hated Pan or Aisling, not by a long shot. But the hatred was intense.

Mai! Gisele!” Speaking of the Captain. At the sound of the woman’s voice, the First Mate of the Jolly Roger strode quickly towards the hatch to better hear the orders. “Don’t bring up the girl or the others ‘til we know the coast be clear.

A wicked grin pulled across Gisele’s face, “Aye Cap’n!” She shouted back, making her way back towards the guard position over the captives. After one last drag, the remains of the cigarette caught fire in her hand. There was no surprise or shock, even when the fire licked across her fingers. There was a moment where she just the cigarette burn to ashes and the fire trying to consume her hand. But it didn’t happen, the fire licked, but her skin remained unharmed. Since coming to this island, the woman had come to love fire. She could still feel the sting of the burning, but it was a part of her now.

Ya ready, Mai?” Gisele’s eyes lifted up towards the other woman who was tasked with guarding their prisoners. The firelight reflected an orange-red glow in her hazel eyes.





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Lilian Galbraith
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A soft whistling noise drifted from the rocky reef that was just off the island of Neverland. It mixed with the gentle crashing of the ocean against the rocks. The sound wasn’t the most interesting musically; it was more rhythmic, brief, and soft. It came from a simple conch shell that had part of its spiral point removed. The shell was in the hands of what appeared to be a young woman; very long blonde hair fell about her in straight damp layers. The only clothing she wore was a tunic of netting and strung with various bits of shells to veil her upper body. It was the lower body that would make one pause and realize she was not human... At least... Anymore. Where two legs should be, was instead a long fishtail. Iridescent scales covered it, and white frills were down the sides.

A particular rock breached the water's surface, allowing her to sit on the edge and keep her tail submerged. Occasionally, she would stretch it up and out while curling the fin upwards. Pulling the conch down and setting it in her lap, her gaze turned upwards to the sky. This night, there was little light, only the tiny sliver of a crescent moon and the faint starlight. The mermaid known as Lily knew what this night meant; she could remember a long, long time ago a similar night. It sent chills down her spine, but she also knew how important it was. This moment was so critical that she had to bear witness to it. She moved to set the conch against a crevice in the rock where it wouldn't get washed away. With a slight push, she slid off the rock and beneath the water. With a vigorous swish of her fin, she took off in the direction towards the rocky beach where the Jolly Roger would anchor itself time and again. There was no attempt to get close; she wasn't a fool. But at least she got close enough to make out whatever was going on. Her head was just barely above the surface, ready to flee if the chaos from the encounter got big enough.

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Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Fawn Stone Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Darling Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Sky Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Clara Valle
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The faeries could always sense when the cycle was restarting, but this one was different. Though they hadn’t made it explicit it was clear that the island was dying. Sure it was still as beautiful as the day Clara first arrived, but the magic wasn’t the same as it was before. She could feel it in the way the flowers bloomed. Clara wasn’t a part of their discussions but she could sense the tension. There were conversations behind closed doors, bouts of frustration with limited magical abilities. It used to bother her but she’d grown used to being an afterthought.

With their magic waning it was too risky for them to leave their hideout so they sent Clara to watch as Hook rode in. They hadn’t told her what to watch for, but she knew it was important. While they often sent her to run their errands, they rarely seemed so serious when doing so. She wasn’t usually trusted with matters of importance unless it was a matter of safety so she didn’t ask questions when they sent her on her way.

She would often go to watch the ship as it came in, wishing she could once again be the one trying to help those children. Usually she would have to sneak out so it was convenient to have the grace of the fairies this time. She had flown high atop a tree, warping the leaves around her to provide camouflage.There wasn’t much the faeries told her to do except observe and report, but already Clara had the twisting sensation in her chest that everything was about to go wrong.

As the ship approached the shore a shudder went down her spine. It had been decades since Clara was last aboard that ship, it was more of a phantom than anything. A ghost that re emerged from the shadows every so often to haunt her. It always seemed so small from a distance but as it rushed through the waters she was still disturbed by it’s grandeur.

There was a sparkle of moonlight glinting across the water, catching Clara’s eye. Though she couldn’t make out who it was she recognized the movement of a mermaid rushing through the water. It would seem that the faeries were not the only ones who wanted to have eyes on the Jolly Roger tonight.

She wondered who the victims were this time. Once upon a time she would have worried about how scared they must be, but now she had to remind herself to be concerned about such things. She could feel her compassion fading - that’s why she had to keep coming. Clara had to see the horror to remember.

Suddenly Clara was aware of the eerie silence over the island. She shifted the leaves around her, slowly lowering herself. Careful to linger below the tree line to remain unseen she found another tree to perch herself within, manipulating it’s branches and leaves to provide coverage. She peered through her makeshift blockade watching the beach intently.