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Wendy Darling

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

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F U L LXN A M E
Gwendolyn Moira Angela Darling

N I C K N A M E (S)
Wendy

B I R T H D A Y
September 3

A G E
Twenty Four

R O L E
"Wendy Darling"

P R O N O U N S
She, Her | They, Them

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Biracial

H O M E T O W N
London, England

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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
Five feet and eight inches & 121 lbs.

A P P E A R A N CE
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So begins...

Wendy Darling's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Serenity Minua
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Captain Hook
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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. β€œMore 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, β€œCastiella! Get yer nimble arse up them ratlines and inta the nest!” She turned and yelled to the rest of those on board, β€œWe’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. β€œThe guns ready, Gates?”

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

β€œDouse canvas! Bring us in easy.” The next part she muttered to herself, β€œThere 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. β€œMai! 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, β€œAnd if any of you hear tickin'... Shoot it.”


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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Wendy Darling
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Gisele
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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.

β€œMai! 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. β€œDon’t bring up the girl or the others β€˜til we know the coast be clear.”

A wicked grin pulled across Gisele’s face, β€œAye 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.

β€œYa 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: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Serenity Minua
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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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Serenity Minua Character Portrait: Wendy Darling
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Ciaran MacLeod
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β€œMore 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!” Captain Hellier called out to the helmsman up on the quarterdeck. A tall, lithe man dressed head to toe in black leather stood at the helm of the Jolly Roger. Once also the navigator, there was no longer a need to read the stars. The magic of the fairies guided the ship into the realm without magic and pulled it back again on its invisible leash. Now, with the magic of the island reverberating through his body, he uses his aerokinesis to push the ship through the waters.

Ciaran MacLeod has been with Captain Hellier since the golden age of piracy and Nassau. While generally, he was loyal, he didn't always accept being told what to do. He never betrayed his Captain for someone else but he'd find little moments to not do exactly what he was told. Tonight. he was particularly enjoying the smell of the sea air. The only part about the runs was the crisp night salt air of the realm he once knew and loved. The air was different in Neverland. He used his magic to speed up the ship as commanded but he didn't to his full capacity. He wanted to prolong the night just a bit.

When they passed through the veil and the cliffs materialized before them, he sighed. Besides the dirty business that was about to occur, he sighed to be back in the monotony of the place. Everything is the same day in and day out. The seclusion and unpredictable nature of time (or lack thereof) over hundreds of years had made him so stir crazy it was bordering on psychosis at this point.

The Jolly Roger began gliding towards the slip as drawn by magnets. Ciaran moved down the steps to the main deck, lighting a cigarette as he went. His heavy boot-clad footfalls thudded across the wooden planks of the deck, carrying him over to the stairs to the levels below. He took a long drag off his cigarette, the tip of burning bright for a moment, then let the smoke drift back out on his breath.

β€œG, Mai, you got this?” He offered his help to his crewmates but really wasn’t keen on actually helping. He was so tired of this business that had no clear point, no clear end-game.

Mai was below deck with Giselle and the captives, practicing her aim between her daggers and the mainmast. She glanced up at him with a weary look. They’d done this countless times. β€œGo blow your wind somewhere else, MacLeod.” She gathered her daggers and slipped them into the strap across her chest. Ciaran grinned his classic sideways grin and turned on his heel.


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Character Portrait: Xaria 'Xary' Hellier Character Portrait: Ciaran MacLeod Character Portrait: Lilian Galbraith Character Portrait: Deirdre Galloway Character Portrait: Gisele Character Portrait: Serenity Minua
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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.

β€œTulip, 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.

β€œThis 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.

β€œYou 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.

β€œEcho - no!” Clara whispered urgently as the pink faery light flew right onto deck.

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