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o1. Information
Player Info
Name: Amanda
Age: 22
Time Zone: EST
AIM: originaimoment
Email: originaimoment@AOL.com
Experience: 11+ years
Character Info
Name: Gwendolyn Angela Darling-Hook [Simply 'Wendy' to her friends]
Date of Birth/Age: November 14 [19 years old]
Story of Origin: Peter Pan
Why are they in the City?: Step-daughter to Captain Hook.
Occupation (if any): Student.
Good or Evil? Why?: Good. Wendy just might be the last remaining innocent person in the city. She's maintained her sense of decency despite the things she's been through and the things she's seen. She is fully aware of the corruption around her... and believes whole-heartedly in the possibility of change for the better.
Physical Description: Wendy tends to stand out in the corrupt and sinful city because she is that which most others are not: wholesome, pure and innocent, all of which have been fully manifested in her appearance. Caramel waves of hair, typically left to cascade about the rounds of her shoulders, frame a flawless ivory visage. Crystaline eyes shadowed by long, coffee lashes radiate warmth despite their hue, that of fresh spring water; the full, wide tiers of her lips could melt even the coldest of street urchins when curled into that radiating smile. She is average in height, standing at five feet and four, but small in frame, possessing long, thin limbs and a body softened by a number of subtle, elegant curves.
PB (please include a picture): Imogen Poots
Background/History (Two Paragraphs Minimum): Gwendolyn Angela was the first child born to banker Jim Darling and his lovely wife Mary. Brother John came a year after and, two years after that the thid and final Darlington was born by the name of Michael. Jim's strict, business-driven demeanor seemed the perfect match for warm, maternal Mary... and truly none could deny the effectiveness of their parenting. THe Darling brood were well-mannered, respectful, and above all things they were happy. Genuinely happy. A perfect family portrait in a fragile frame...
It was only a matter of time before it began to crack.
Jim fell ill suddenly. A disease of the lungs took his life almost before his young children could truly comprehend what was happening. Wendy was scarcely ten the day he passed... yet she can still recall how tightly Michael held to her hand, the shattering sound of her mother's weeping.
Three years passed. Finances see-sawed. And then suddenly things took a seeming turn for the better. Captain Angelus Hook entered their lives with promises of better things... and unlike her brother John, Wendy embraced him into her life. It was what her mother wanted, and more than anything she missed the sound of Mary's laughter. She even began to call Angelus 'dad' because it made her so happy.
But as always, their happiness was short-lived.
The monster took off his mask eventually. It was only a matter of time, afterall. And that's when the visits began. Late-night creeps into Wendy's room...fingers that scratched and touched, teeth that bit, lips that whispered nightmares into her ear and swore her to secrecy. He took so much from her those nights... things she could never get back. And no one knew, not even her brothers.
But one day it was too much. She had to tell.
Mary cried. Blinded by her denial, she called her daughter a liar. Wendy's honesty only earned her more hurting, and so she decided she had to leave. She simply couldn't stay in that house another minute. But how could she ask her brothers to come along? In the house they were safe. Protected from the dangerous streets of the City. So she made the trip alone, fleeing from her bedroom window in the night.
And that's where she met Peter. A man-boy who was so different from anything she'd ever known... she was drawn to him immediately. Eventually John and Michael found them, and Peter took them in, too.
Personality: Wendy has maintained her sense of decency despite the things she's seen and the things she's lived through. Possessing a strong moral compass, she's vocal and stubborn in her belief of what is right and what is wrong. She is protective of those she holds dear to her, pushing her own inner-turmoil to the back of her mind in order to provide happiness and maternal guidance to those who need it. She is playful and prone to whims of fancy, yet she has a good head on her shoulders and is usually the voice of reason amongst the Lost Boys and their rambunctious leader. There is a part of her that will always be haunted by the traumatic events of her past, but that is a side of her she conceals behind a brave smile and an adventurous spirit.
Other: Sister to Johnhardly_darling and Michael Darling.
Sample Journal Entry: (First Person) It's been almost an entire month since... since everything happened. So many times I've picked up the phone and tried to call him. I hang up every time.
John... he'll be so angry with me. I suppose I deserve it, after what I've done. I don't have any excuses.
And what about Peter? I wonder if he's looking for me?
The phone is right there on the table. Tonight I'll make the call. I have to. I can't hide in this deck of cards forever.
Sample Narrative: (Third Person) A siren's resounding call echoes in the chill winter air; flashing lights of red and blue briefly illuminate the alleyway's darkest corridor. A pale face emerges from the shadows, framed by stray honey-hued curls that didn't make it into the hastily-made ponytail at the nape of her neck. Warily glancing about, she finally decides it is safe and swiftly makes her way back onto the sidewalk. Hers is a hurried pace, sneakers soaked and stained with gutterwater carrying her towards her destination.
Back to him.
Along the way she is deterred by the sight of a small bundle of rags huddled on someone's doorstep; she can not help but detour to investigate. Standing at the base of the cement stairwell, sapphire eyes regard the urchin with sympathy. So accustomed to scorn and ridicule, the young boy lifts his head in curiousity, starved body ready to flee at the first sign of alarm. The fingers of her right hand cross to her left wrist to unfasten the simple gold chain there, a trinket courtesy of her stay with Miss Alice of the WOnderland District. So as not to startle the boy her movements are slow, deliberate... she sets the glimmering band on the middle step and smiles reassuringly.
She shakes her head and tucks an errant spiral of silk behind her ear as she retreats back to the cracked sidewalk. "It's alright. I won't hurt you... this is for you." She simply can not leave well enough alone... a one-woman humanitarian effort in this heartless metropolis. She smiles, a thaw in winter. "Times are hard in Neverland... stay safe."
And then she is gone, for really she is not so different. She is a lost child, running away from darkness into darkness. The sound of her footsteps fade and then go silent.
Player Info
Name: Amanda
Age: 22
Time Zone: EST
AIM: originaimoment
Email: originaimoment@AOL.com
Experience: 11+ years
Character Info
Name: Gwendolyn Angela Darling-Hook [Simply 'Wendy' to her friends]
Date of Birth/Age: November 14 [19 years old]
Story of Origin: Peter Pan
Why are they in the City?: Step-daughter to Captain Hook.
Occupation (if any): Student.
Good or Evil? Why?: Good. Wendy just might be the last remaining innocent person in the city. She's maintained her sense of decency despite the things she's been through and the things she's seen. She is fully aware of the corruption around her... and believes whole-heartedly in the possibility of change for the better.
Physical Description: Wendy tends to stand out in the corrupt and sinful city because she is that which most others are not: wholesome, pure and innocent, all of which have been fully manifested in her appearance. Caramel waves of hair, typically left to cascade about the rounds of her shoulders, frame a flawless ivory visage. Crystaline eyes shadowed by long, coffee lashes radiate warmth despite their hue, that of fresh spring water; the full, wide tiers of her lips could melt even the coldest of street urchins when curled into that radiating smile. She is average in height, standing at five feet and four, but small in frame, possessing long, thin limbs and a body softened by a number of subtle, elegant curves.
PB (please include a picture): Imogen Poots
Background/History (Two Paragraphs Minimum): Gwendolyn Angela was the first child born to banker Jim Darling and his lovely wife Mary. Brother John came a year after and, two years after that the thid and final Darlington was born by the name of Michael. Jim's strict, business-driven demeanor seemed the perfect match for warm, maternal Mary... and truly none could deny the effectiveness of their parenting. THe Darling brood were well-mannered, respectful, and above all things they were happy. Genuinely happy. A perfect family portrait in a fragile frame...
It was only a matter of time before it began to crack.
Jim fell ill suddenly. A disease of the lungs took his life almost before his young children could truly comprehend what was happening. Wendy was scarcely ten the day he passed... yet she can still recall how tightly Michael held to her hand, the shattering sound of her mother's weeping.
Three years passed. Finances see-sawed. And then suddenly things took a seeming turn for the better. Captain Angelus Hook entered their lives with promises of better things... and unlike her brother John, Wendy embraced him into her life. It was what her mother wanted, and more than anything she missed the sound of Mary's laughter. She even began to call Angelus 'dad' because it made her so happy.
But as always, their happiness was short-lived.
The monster took off his mask eventually. It was only a matter of time, afterall. And that's when the visits began. Late-night creeps into Wendy's room...fingers that scratched and touched, teeth that bit, lips that whispered nightmares into her ear and swore her to secrecy. He took so much from her those nights... things she could never get back. And no one knew, not even her brothers.
But one day it was too much. She had to tell.
Mary cried. Blinded by her denial, she called her daughter a liar. Wendy's honesty only earned her more hurting, and so she decided she had to leave. She simply couldn't stay in that house another minute. But how could she ask her brothers to come along? In the house they were safe. Protected from the dangerous streets of the City. So she made the trip alone, fleeing from her bedroom window in the night.
And that's where she met Peter. A man-boy who was so different from anything she'd ever known... she was drawn to him immediately. Eventually John and Michael found them, and Peter took them in, too.
Personality: Wendy has maintained her sense of decency despite the things she's seen and the things she's lived through. Possessing a strong moral compass, she's vocal and stubborn in her belief of what is right and what is wrong. She is protective of those she holds dear to her, pushing her own inner-turmoil to the back of her mind in order to provide happiness and maternal guidance to those who need it. She is playful and prone to whims of fancy, yet she has a good head on her shoulders and is usually the voice of reason amongst the Lost Boys and their rambunctious leader. There is a part of her that will always be haunted by the traumatic events of her past, but that is a side of her she conceals behind a brave smile and an adventurous spirit.
Other: Sister to John
hardly_darling and Michael Darling.Sample Journal Entry: (First Person) It's been almost an entire month since... since everything happened. So many times I've picked up the phone and tried to call him. I hang up every time.
John... he'll be so angry with me. I suppose I deserve it, after what I've done. I don't have any excuses.
And what about Peter? I wonder if he's looking for me?
The phone is right there on the table. Tonight I'll make the call. I have to. I can't hide in this deck of cards forever.
Sample Narrative: (Third Person) A siren's resounding call echoes in the chill winter air; flashing lights of red and blue briefly illuminate the alleyway's darkest corridor. A pale face emerges from the shadows, framed by stray honey-hued curls that didn't make it into the hastily-made ponytail at the nape of her neck. Warily glancing about, she finally decides it is safe and swiftly makes her way back onto the sidewalk. Hers is a hurried pace, sneakers soaked and stained with gutterwater carrying her towards her destination.
Back to him.
Along the way she is deterred by the sight of a small bundle of rags huddled on someone's doorstep; she can not help but detour to investigate. Standing at the base of the cement stairwell, sapphire eyes regard the urchin with sympathy. So accustomed to scorn and ridicule, the young boy lifts his head in curiousity, starved body ready to flee at the first sign of alarm. The fingers of her right hand cross to her left wrist to unfasten the simple gold chain there, a trinket courtesy of her stay with Miss Alice of the WOnderland District. So as not to startle the boy her movements are slow, deliberate... she sets the glimmering band on the middle step and smiles reassuringly.
She shakes her head and tucks an errant spiral of silk behind her ear as she retreats back to the cracked sidewalk. "It's alright. I won't hurt you... this is for you." She simply can not leave well enough alone... a one-woman humanitarian effort in this heartless metropolis. She smiles, a thaw in winter. "Times are hard in Neverland... stay safe."
And then she is gone, for really she is not so different. She is a lost child, running away from darkness into darkness. The sound of her footsteps fade and then go silent.