[CHAR] Written: A Fairytale RP

[Undine]

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[McHaggis]

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[Morose]

Aravis Tarkheena

A R A V I S T A R K H E E N A

_{"I did not do any of these things for the sake of pleasing you." - Aravis Tarkheena, C.S. Lewis' the Horse and His Boy}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Aravis Tarkheena, Queen of Archenland, the only daughter of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Rishti Tarkaan, the son of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc who was decended in a right line from the god Tash

• S T O R Y

The Horse and His Boy; the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

• B I R T H P L A C E

The Never (Calormen)

• M A G I C

No. Despite claiming to be descended in a direct line from the god Tash, Aravis has no magical abilities.

• A G E

Twenty Two Years

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Aravis was previously married to King Cor of Archenland, allowing her to become Queen. He husband subsequently perished, causing Aravis to become a widow. Pansexual, she has displayed some interest in Queen Lucy of Narnia. She is not currently receiving suitors.

• A T T I R E

In her home country, Calormen, Aravis tended to wear belted tunics and loose cloth pants. She dressed more like a tomboy than a lady, only wearing dresses such as this and this when forced to by social events. She preferred things that were comfortable, things that she could fight in, and whatever would help to spare her from the overbearing sun. In Archenland, with the cooler climate and due to her responsibilities at court, Aravis adopted warmer clothing that would still prove functional in battle, such as this and this. Of course, this never prevented Aravis from wearing a finely crafted piece of Archenland made armor.

On Earth, however, Aravis found herself most comfortable in tunic dresses. They reminded her of her dear home of Calormen, but on occasion, she would wear traditional English clothing, living with the Pevensies in England. No matter what she wore, however, she was always ready for a fight.

As for her physical appearance, Aravis has long locks of brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion. Nimble and lean, she has almost the body of a sailor, springy and ready for action. In Archenland, she was hailed as being one of their most beautiful queens. Of course, she never tried to look pretty for anyone other than herself.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Incredibly brave and loyal, Aravis never suffers from a shortage of courage. Before traveling with Shasta/Cor, Aravis was arrogant and egotistical, looking down on those who were not Tarkheenas or Tarkaans. Overtly prideful, this almost reckless pretentiousness toned down quite considerably throughout her journey to Archenland. While she still is a bit prideful, she no longer is the entirely self-centered person she once was.

Aravis can also be incredibly manipulative, able to analyze a situation quickly and make the best moves needed. However, she only does this if she believes it is for the greater good, never trying to actively cause harm to anyone. After punishment from Aslan due to her causing a slave to take a beating, Aravis has become more cautious and considerate towards the impact of her actions on others. She has, essentially, become a hero, willing to put her life on the line for others.

That doesn't mean however that she's going to suffer fools. Confident and decisive, Aravis is a very firm and serious personality, getting everything done. She hates those who sit around all day, preferring herself to constantly be accomplishing things. Hard work is how she relaxes--that, or reading a good book. She loves stories.

• R E N O W N S K I L L S

Aravis is a talented swordsman, trained in various types of blades and styles. She is skilled in horseback riding as well, being able to fight while mounted. Skilled as well in diplomacy and strategy, Aravis has successfully led Archenland for several years. She is also a highly skilled storyteller, a quality prized among Calormen nobles.

• F A T A L F L A W

Aravis can be rather hotheaded and self-centered, looking out for herself first. She's incredibly stubborn and prideful, believing that she can do everything better than anyone else. Most of this, however, is to cover up some deep insecurities brought on by her upbringing and the death of her husband. And furthermore, she's a bit of a martyr waiting to happen.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Aravis was born in the province of Calavar, in the country of Calormen, deep to the south of Narnia. Her father was the ruling lord of the province, making her a member of the nobility, a Tarkheena. She grew up with a rather pleasant childhood in the supposed Golden Age of Narnia. She spent her time with her good friend, Lasaraleen, often playing at the lake. While Lasaraleen was more into gossiping and preparing for married life, Aravis enjoyed learning to sword fight and to wear armor, taking lessons from her brother Devadas before he perished in a war. It was a world where women were expected to be objects and where slavery was commonplace. For the most part, Aravis was unhindered by both of those aspects.

That changes when her mother died and her father remarried. Her stepmother despised her and plotted to marry Aravis off to Ahoshta Tarkaan at the tender age of thirteen. Ahoshta Tarkaan, a vile and hideous man, was nearly fifty years her elder. Repulsed and expecting to have her father acquiese to her demands, Aravis was shocked when he refused, insisting that she marry Ahoshta. Finding no help from her family or her dear friend, Aravis decided it was best to kill herself. There was no other way out, as her eyes were opened to the cruelties of the world she lived in.

Deep in the woods, under the pretense of going off for a several day journey to pray to the gods before her marriage, Arravis readied her dagger, and began to drive it towards her heart. Instead, her horse Hwin began to talk. She thought she was delusional at first, but when it happened again, Aravis learned of the mythical land of Narnia. Determined to escape Calormene and go to the seemingly perfect place, she ran off under the disguise of a young Tarkaan. Along the way, she ran into a poor boy named Shasta, journeying with him. In the process, they ran into Queen Susan and King Edmund of Narnia, and overheard a deadly plot to invade Archenland, proposed by the Tisroc's son.

Eventually making their way into Archenland, Aravis' back was skinned by Aslan as punishment for her crimes. Shasta went on to the battle, leaving Aravis behind, wounded. It was there that Shasta learned of his identity as Prince Cor during an epic battle between the Archenlanders and the Calormene. Prince Cor invited Aravis to remain at court with him in Anvard. Having been disowned by her family and not wishing to return to Calormen, Aravis accepted.

Growing closer with Prince Cor each and every day, Aravis began to train harder and harder, hoping to escape the nightmares of her past. She developed a bit of PTSD from her experiences, especially after learning her childhood friend, Larsaleen, was beheaded for aiding Aravis and Cor in their escape. Nearly bringing Archenland to rage war against Calormen, Aravis found herself lost in the middle of Narnia, having been sent there by Aslan.

Because of this, she met Queen Lucy, and the pair of them became great friends. Healing and grieving the loss of her dear friend, Aravis returned to Archenland, and when the time came, accepted Cor's proposal. The wedding was a somber affair, as King Lune had perished on that very day. Aravis became Queen of Archenland, leading her country in and out of war, despite having a bit of a temper. Two years into the reign of Cor and Aravis, her husband died of the same illness that had ailed King Lune. Dawning her mourning garb, Aravis became the sole ruler of Archenland.

It was a few weeks after that Aravis found she was pregnant. Vowing to name the child Ram, as Cor would have wanted, Aravis' troubles only continued when she miscarried. All of Archenland wept for their Queen, and Aravis soon realized her fear: she wouldn't be able to conceive a child ever again. Throwing herself into her work, Aravis continued to rule Archenland, with her niece, Ramna, being groomed to rule Archenland after Aravis. Prince Corin, Aravis' brother-in-law, helped handle the matters of a king, despite not bearing the title.

Life went on.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

With the dark magic separating the lands, winter engulfing Narnia, and the portals closing, Archenland had fallen into chaos, with Calormen gearing up for yet another invasion. Princess Ramna, only five years old, was far too young to rule. Prince Corin and Queen Aravis were the only remaining guiding figures. With the chance to use magic to escape to a new land, Aravis had insisted that Corin and Ramna use it, and stay with the Queens and Kings of Narnia in the new world. She would remain behind, and look after the rest of Archenland.

But by some cruel twist of fate, Aslan intervened, and ensured that Aravis was the one sent to the new world. Living in Washington with the Pevensies, Aravis continues to be haunted by memories of her lost family in Archenland. She currently works as a fencing instructor, trying her best to make do in another world that judges her by the color of her skin and her gender. Taking a bit of a fancy to Lucy, Aravis still retains her mannerisms, swearing by Aslan and Tash out of habit. She hasn't truly adapted to the new world, still feeling lost and out of place.

Archenland had been the only place she felt at home. And now, it was gone.

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Hansel

Hansel Grimm

_{"Whatever you do, don’t eat the fucking candy."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Hansel Grimm

• S T O R Y

Hansel and Gretel, by the Brothers Grimm

• B I R T H P L A C E

Bellegarde

• M A G I C

As far as he’s aware, no. Does some rad card tricks though – that’s magic, right?

• A G E

19

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Just wants someone to cuddle. Doesn’t care what sex they are, really.

• A T T I R E

Back home, he’d wear just breeches and tunics, the typical outfit for a poor peasant boy living where he did. He was lucky to get some decent winter boots most years – now, however, is another story. With so much clothing freely accessible and affordable even for some of the poorest of people, Hansel owns and wears a wide assortment of different clothing. Most of it casual, such as jeans or slacks; t-shirts or button-ups; sturdy boots or more lightweight tennis shoes; various types of jackets and hoodies.

As for himself, Hansel stands at around 5’10; with a frame best described as wiry, he often looks younger than his actual age with his bright, playful blue eyes, and almost baby-like features – dimpled smile included. The soft, curly hair doesn’t really do him any favours on the “looking-your-age” front either, but he doesn’t mind.
It should also be noted that he has various scars dotting his body, but they are too many and too minor to note them all.

Despite the story of Hansel and Gretel widely believed to have been set in Germany, Hansel's little village did not speak "German", as it is known on Earth. In fact, nobody - not even Hansel - is really aware of what country his village laid in - but if his accent is and original language is anything to go by, it was Russia. Although fluent in English now - props to Jessamine for that long-ass chore of teaching him - his accent is thick and still remains; when speaking, "V" is "W", "it" sounds like "eet", and the pronunciation of "the, there, and this" will only make itself known as "zee, zere, and zis." As the Russian accent goes.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Back home, Hansel was a grim (HAHAHA) individual, what with every minute of every day spent on high alert, ready to set fire to something disgusting with claws at any point. His days were regimented, dark, and it was rare to find laughter in the village in which he stayed.

Now, things are a lot different. Although Hansel had a lot of anger – both in himself and what had happened to his entire life – at first, it has changed into something more productive. He has found time to smile and laugh and joke, and immensely enjoys doing so. The sudden safety of this world has brought out a previously undiscovered side of him – one of curiosity, of an eagerness to learn and an energetic playfulness that seems to light up the room around him. And he is content, because when he was a boy, he couldn’t imagine feeling any form of joy, other than the dark satisfaction of killing his foes.

However, this side of him does exist, and when it makes itself known, is a frightening thing to witness compared to his previously happy disposition. There is a certain cold savagery within him when his temper snaps or a dangerous situation arises, but it is extremely rare for him to lose his head completely. He knows what the consequences could be otherwise.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Has developed a keenly strategic and tactical way of thinking thanks to his upbringing; excellent survival skills, including decent reflexes, and also has an impeccable aim with most ranged or throwing weapons.

• F A T A L F L A W

Despite his bright and even eager exterior, Hansel is rarely quick to dish out trust to new people. It’s been instilled in him since a young age; people will be out to get you, to screw you over, and kill and eat you. Well... perhaps not that last part in this world, but there are still plenty of dangers out there.

Additionally, has a dislike for witches and other "evil" supernatural beings. Although this doesn’t necessarily pass onto all magic users, it is obvious when this dislike comes out – Hansel will never trust them, and in times as desperate at these, may just put him and others in danger.

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• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

In the original story of Hansel and Gretel, once they defeated the witch, they returned home with riches stolen from her; their evil stepmother had died, and they lived happily ever after with their father, now able to afford anything they wished to have.

Except, it was hardly that nice.

While they did indeed take jewels and the like from the candy-house of the witch, they were continually plagued by her fellows. The woods in which they lived were infested with the hags, who would attack their neighbours and nearby villages – being so far out in the wilderness, they received no real aid from the ruler of their country. Any stories or pleas for aid went unheard or ignored, cast down as simple rumours thought up by the peasantry, in an attempt to get free things from the kingdom. And so, Hansel and Gretel grew up in a hellish environment, forced to take it upon themselves to do something about the monsters that so plagued them.

With the aid of their father and the rest of the people within their community, they banded together; teaching one another various skills and honing them in order to kill and protect themselves. Hansel himself became rather proficient with the bow among other things, and helped the best minds in the village to think up elaborate traps to snatch the witches up.

As the years passed, and Hansel and Gretel approached teenhood, the struggle continued on. A witch would get cocky and snatch a farmer from the outskirts of the village; they would retaliate by tracking the witch down, and killing her in some painful manner. Despite their young age, Hansel and his sister were two of the best hunters in the community – and although they were not content or happy with this life they lived, they would not abandon their friends and family in search of their own good fortunes. That was something Hansel wanted to live by his entire life... until the Cataclysm changed everything.

It started with tremors in the earth, odd weather affecting the crops, and of course, the witches. While the event had happened a while ago, the village had been so isolated and so bothered by their own troubles already, it went completely unnoticed by them. But when the witches noticed, the magical creatures grew panicked – in a last desperate attempt to do something, they attacked the village, hoping whatever they killed would bring peace to whatever was changing their world. Hansel fought with all his might, but at the age of just 14, he simply didn’t have the strength to continue. They had started off together, but before he knew it, amidst all the chaos, he lost his Father, and he lost Gretel. Then he was running, as fast as he could into the dark forests surrounding his home, screams of the dying and maniacal cackling of hags still echoing in his ears.

Hansel doesn't remember how long we ran for - until his feet were sore and bleeding, countless scuffs and scratches covering his arms and face from where he'd fallen down or a branch had hit him. Eventually, the woods thinned out, which led him to a path. The path led him to a road, which led him to a village, which led him to people. While immensely distrustful of anyone he encountered, Hansel had no choice but to accept there help, lest the cold or hunger take him. They were refugees, fleeing whatever events that had driven the witches of the forest to madness. With nowhere else to go, Hansel sullenly joined them on their journey to Notre Dame, not really caring much of what would happen to him.

Then, something of a miracle happened - a miracle in his eyes, anyway. Having wandered away from the stifling protection of the refugees who had aided him, he came across Merlin. Taking pity upon the beaten up, angry, hopeless young boy, he told him of the portal that would bring all who went safety and security. Hansel didn't believe it at first, but agreed to go with Merlin anyway - anything was better than his life before, as he figured.

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• A N E W C H A P T E R

When arriving in Mystvale with the others, Hansel was enraptured. Here he was in a place that wasn't falling to pieces; there weren't any monsters lurking in the shadows to snatch away children; there weren't any evil step-mothers who wanted to kill the children they didn't want. It was safe.

As Hansel was a minor, Merlin had elected to leave him under the care of someone he knew would help the young boy get used to the world; his friend Jessamine Oakwing - better known by many as the Fairy Godmother.

At first, Hansel was dubious of his new guardian - but even he knew that a Fairy was seperate from a witch, and with her very much no nonsense - but at the same time, fun-loving - exterior, the pair got along very nicely. After only two years, he found himself happy to call her family, what with everyone else gone. As he grew older and somewhat restless, she encouraged him to leave Mystvale; to see this new world as much as he wanted to.

And so, that is what he has been doing. For the past three years, Hansel has been back-packing across the globe, returning home only very briefly to drop off souvenirs and gifts before leaving to another country. Now, his wanderlust has been tamed somewhat, and he has returned to Mystvale for a good long while.

[Morose]

Harlianne Hook

H A R L I A N N E H O O K

_{"You didn't expect a girl like meself could do such things, now did you? You can whine about it to Davy Jones like the rest, mate."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Captain Harlianne Jamie Hook

• S T O R Y

Peter Pan

• B I R T H P L A C E

The Seven Seas

• M A G I C

Harlianne is cursed, but possesses no magic of her own. The curse causes crocodiles nearby to become obsessed with the idea of eating her. Fun.

• A G E

Twenty Six Years

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Harlianne doesn't have any romantic interests. She doesn't see a reason to hunt for that booty when there's a far more profitable booty, often involving gold and adventure, to be found.

• A T T I R E

With a shock of ginger hair, Harlianne stands out in a crowd. She's shorter than most pirates, likely due to her imp heritage. Her pale face, by some miracle, is only nearly always sunburnt. Of course, she manages to cover it up with the same old hat she's been wearing since she was a little girl, a gift given to her by her adoptive father and former Captain. As often as she can, she wears the beaten brown coat pictured in the photo, partnered with various weapons. On Earth, it seems to attract a bit of attention, so she swaps in her coat and traditional pirate gear for a billowing white shirt, capris, and firm shoes. The hat, of course, is mandatory. And let's not forget the hook instead of a left hand. It's rather charming, really.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Harlianne was raised to be a pirate, and so, she acts like a pirate. She looks out for her own self interest, twisting words and manipulating individuals if needed to get what she desires. The difference between good and evil doesn't bother her, as she follows her own moral compass in order to determine right from wrong. However, Harlianne doesn't wish ill on the world. She isn't out for the pain of others. She's merely doing whatever it takes to survive, using her resourcefulness to solve any problem that comes across her. At the end of the day, she'll make the choice that keeps her alive--but she won't needlessly maim or injure.

Of course, she's also got healthy curiosity and a sense of adventure! She constantly yearns for excitement and brand new sights, never content with just staying still. The sea calls to her, with the new wonders it brings each day, allowing her to move and to be free. Harlianne is a restless soul to the bitter end.

• R E N O W N S K I L L S

Harlianne's special talent is, without a doubt, survival. She has a natural inclination towards it, lending itself to her childhood aboard a pirate ship. Skilled with a cutlass and a pistol, Harlianne knows everything there is to know about smuggling and pillaging, having been taught how to do so since a young age. Of course, bluffing is one of her skills as well, as well as a tiny bit of sleight of hand.

• F A T A L F L A W

Harlianne's weakness is her loyalty to her crew. She'd do anything for them. While she may be selfish, she won't do anything to jeopardize those underneath her command. It's part of her code, the Pirate's Code, that has been drilled into her since the very beginning. And lastly, it is indeed sometimes true that curiosity killed the cat. Harlianne continues to repeat that lesson time and time again, resulting in the loss of her hand and a curse by a rather irritated witch she robbed.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

To understand the story of Harlianne Hook, it is necessary to see how she came to be...The daughter of the sailors in the Royal Navy, Harlianne was orphaned. Her parents were sailing the Seven Seas on a long journey, giving birth to her along the way. They named her Harlianne James, after her mother's sister Harley and her father's sister Anne. When Harlianne was only three years old, catastrophe struck the ship. Boarded by pirates, her parents drew their last breaths in the ensuing conflict. The only child on board, Harlianne hid herself away inside of a barrel. The pirates looted all of the promising cargo, the barrel included, and abandoned the ship.

It was later, when they noticed someone had been stealing rations, that the pirates realized they had a stowaway. It was Harlianne, the daughter of Captain James and his wife. Rather than being cruel to her, the crew took a liking to the small child, seeing a pirate in the making. Too small to do more than grasp a hook, they endearingly nicknamed the child Harlianne Hook. The Captain of the ship adopted her, raising her to become a pirate.

She got her sea legs before she even walked on land, traveling the seven seas and seeing all of the wonderful sights and sounds. Her father and his crew taught her everything they knew, from fighting to aiming a pistol to steering a ship. They taught her how to determine a mark, how to navigate the seas, and how to use instruments such as a sexant. The sea and the Jolly Roger were her life, everything that she ever cared about. For the most part, Harlianne lived like a pirate, able to do whatever she wanted.

By the time Harlianne was thirteen years old, the young girl -- known as James Hook to those who would inquire, as sexism was still rampant in the Seven Seas -- had established a reputation for herself. Partially in order to keep this running joke going and to honor her birth parents, Harlianne shifted the surname James into her middle name, becoming Harlianne Jamie Hook. The running gag gave the crew of the Jolly Roger a fair deal of amusement. She went with the rest of the crew on their various jobs, helping to do whatever it was they were up to at the moment.

It was when Harlianne turned seventeen that her adoptive father was caught by the Royal Navy, after attempting to pull of a heist. He hanged in England, leaving the Jolly Roger to Harlianne. Taking control, she became known as Captain Hook. She ventured across the Seven Seas, doing her very best, and pulling off a number of heists. One of these, however, was rather unfortunate for the girl.

She had been stealing a bag of pixie dust from a witch, hoping to sell it for a pretty price at the nearest market. Rather than getting away scot free, the witch caught her. Amused by her name, the witch cut off Harlianne's left hand, replacing it with a hook. And in a sickening ritual, the witch cursed her. Whenever crocodiles were nearby her, they would pursue her relentlessly for the rest of her life.

It's hard not to develop a large fear of crocodiles like that.

However, that didn't stop Harlianne. She continued her voyages and her travels, getting rather good at spotting crocs and shooting them with her pistol. From time to time, she'd find herself in Neverland, plagued by a pesky brat named Peter Pan. Harlianne wasn't a villain, to be clear -- he merely just would get in her way, interrupting her pirate lifestyle.

Of course, among her travels on the Seven Seas, Harlianne inadvertently rescued a group of hostages. They had been attempting to flee Bellegarde and were taken prisoner. Harlianne just happened to be looting the boat they were on, allowing the hostages to go free. They wrote a song about her, about her heroics and kind attitude.

It still puzzles her.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

For some odd reason, Harlianne was among those privileged few who were able to travel to Earth. She suspects that the irritating chanty about her heroics has something to do with it. Fortunately, though, Mystvale does have some waters nearby, and Harlianne tends to head over them to sail as much as she can. Lake Washington is her favorite, of course.

However, she's also a bit self conscious, surrounded by knights and queens and, well, heroes. She doesn't see herself as being one of them, causing a bit of isolation. That and they seem to be rather irritated if she ever steals their property. The legends of the world were rather amusing as well, seemingly picking up on the long running gag that she was a man, and not, in fact a woman.

Oh well. At least she was free--free to find a way back to the Jolly Roger and to the Seven Seas, a place she truly called home.

[MiddleEarthRoze]

The Fairy Godmother

Jessamine Oakwing

_{"Bippity-Boppity-Get-The-Fuck-Out-My-Way."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Jessamine “Jess” Honeybee Oakwing

_{She likes bees, okay? Don’t judge her.}

• S T O R Y

Cinderella

• B I R T H P L A C E

Bellegarde

• M A G I C

I’m a Fairy Godmother honey, what do you think?

• A G E

Who the hell remembers?

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Doesn’t particularly go out searching for it, but she could hardly say no if some strapping young Prince decided to sweep her off her feet. In fact, he wouldn’t even have to be a Prince – strapping is just fine.

• A T T I R E

Despite what the fairytales like to portray, she’s never been one for shimmery gowns or glitter. She wears whatever is practical and comfortable, no matter which world she’s sitting in. Usually in some loose fitting slacks, nice shirt, maybe a jacket on top of that; y’know, cosy, but not scruffy. Girl still likes to look good, you know.

As for herself, she stands at 5’4, but seems to do something make herself look taller. Perhaps it’s the pleasant confidence she exerts; or her quiet wisdom, or perhaps just her voluminous hair that seems to change styles every other day.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Fairy Godmothers often have a penchant to be too frivolous, or too eager, or too busybody-like. Over her many years as a Godmother, she’s learnt to balance that as much as possible, and has found that one of the best ways to help her godchildren is not with magic, but with simple regular kindness. While Cinderella eventually got her happy ending, Jessamine always felt she hadn’t done enough for the poor girl – while some other Fairies believed she had done too much. Either way, it changed Jessamine into a more mellowed individual, and that reflects even now.

While she usually comes across as calm and cool, she can snap at people when they get on her nerves – never particularly hurtful in these snappings, but enough to get the warning across; she isn’t a fragile old lady, after all. However, that aside, she is quite the decent mentor. She is always too happy to give out advice, heed others of cautionary tales, and perhaps even help an individual along with the tiniest bit of magic without their knowing. It’s the small things that matter in the end.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Magic and wisdom, is the best way one could put it. While Fairy Godmother’s do not have endless and omnipotent powers over magic, there is an endless list of things she can do with her wand. As for wisdom, well, she’s been around a while, and watched lots of bad things happen. She knows what happens to those who mess around with powers they don’t understand.

• F A T A L F L A W

While on Earth, her magic powers have been unavailable to her for the past five years. It has been somewhat difficult to get used to it, but she’s coped well enough – her knowledge goes beyond magic, after all.

However, even with it reinstated, she cannot use spells like she wants to. If she were to fulfil a wish, or dream or desire (as Fairy Godmothers do), the resolution offered is never a permanent one. It is a temporary measure, so even if the situation demanded it, she could not – for example – save the life of someone at another’s wish; she could only prolong the inevitable, unless further aid from elsewhere was given.

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• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

There isn’t much to say about Jessamine’s past. It was the same as any other Fairy, as she’d tell you. Was born, grew up, went to Fairy school, frolicked through nature and all that shit, and then became a Godmother. That was where her life became interesting – her first charge was that of a human on earth, by the name of Andrew Ketterly. Even from a young age, she could see he was extremely ambitious – perhaps even to the point of danger. However, she followed her instincts, living as a regular, human godmother and telling him stories of the wonders of magic. At this point, she left him fairy dust, and “died of old age” so she could observe the effects in private. What then occurred were the events of “The Magician’s Nephew”, and while it did indeed have a few bumps along the way, her Godchild Andrew did become better off because of her gift – although very much temporary (As it didn’t work out in the way he had wanted), it strengthened his character and made him a much more likeable fellow.

She had a few other godchildren after this, the most notable being of course, Cinderella. After helping the young girl achieve her happy ending, Jessamine refrained from taking on another child to watch over, instead electing to give advice and wisdom to Kings, Queens, and other powerful sorts; including the Magician Merlin. The two became fast friends, and she of course helped as much as she could in the crossing of worlds once the Cataclysm took place; even taking on another lost child to look after, although this time, in a much more literal sense.

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• A N E W C H A P T E R

Although without her magic in Mystvale, it does not make Jessamine any less useful to the townsfolk. People often come to her for help of some kind, which she is only too happy to give. As for more practical use of her time, she runs a diner-come-bar in the center of Mystvale. Good food, good drinks, and good company. Whenever Hansel is home, she ropes him in to help out – boy needs some discipline now and again, and who in their right mind doesn’t know how to make a good cup of coffee? Boy has a lot to learn.

Also keeps some bees, and makes some damn fine homemade honey with them.

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Alice

_{"Who’s to say what’s real and what isn’t?"}

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• N A M E

Alice Little

• S T O R Y

Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland

• B I R T H P L A C E

Wonderland is the only home she can remember, so Alice assumes she was born there.

• M A G I C

No magic for Alice.

• A G E

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• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Anything goes with Alice!

• A T T I R E

She still has that icy blue dress, that iconic gown that always seemed to fit her as she grew taller and older in Wonderland. Alice doesn’t wear it as often as she once used to, as she found herself enamored more and more with the styles and fashions of Earth, but on days when she’s feeling particularly homesick for Wonderland before The Madness, she’ll wear the dress to remind herself of home.

On a normal day on Earth, however, Alice’s style is eccentric, to say the least. She usually can’t remember where exactly she acquired most of her wardrobe, but the city of Seattle and the suburb of Mystvale is weird enough to cater to Alice’s needs. Anything that makes her feel as close to the old Wonderland as possible fits the bill, so you can imagine it’s usually quite… odd.

She’s quite small, standing at 5’2, with a tiny frame that can never seem to pack on any weight no matter how hard she tries. Her hair, once a pure blonde, is often a wild blend of bright, eye-catching colors these days, though Alice always keeps a noticeable patch of her hair blonde, an irrationally sentimental thing she does to keep herself tied to Wonderland. Her eyes are always changing color, since Alice has discovered the Earthly wonder that is colored contact lenses, though they are blue beneath the contacts. Physically, Alice has somehow still managed to maintain an aura of innocene, even after the Madness did its best to corrupt and destroy her.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Alice was once a beacon of childhood innocence in the bizarre landscape of Wonderland. She had all the characteristics of a young child, no matter how old she got; curious and stubborn, but also polite and loving. She always found room to love the other residents of Wonderland, even though quite a number of them had wronged her in one way or another. There were always fights or disagreements in Wonderland, with Alice involved in more than her fair share, but she had a knack for resolving them and getting everyone to kiss and make up, in the end.

The Madness changed all of that. Her stubbornness evolved into anger and disgust, her innocence corrupted into a cynicism and darkness she had never before come close to experiencing. When Merlin pulled her out of Wonderland and onto Earth, Alice slowly began to recover, but everyone knew there was no chance she would ever be the same innocent girl she once was, not without some sort of cure.

These days, Alice can be somewhat unstable, stuck somewhere between the innocence that once resonated from her and the Madness, drifting between the two constantly. The trauma of watching the Madness devour Wonderland haunts her; she clutches dearly onto things known to her, and fears those unknown. Although Alice occasionally expresses some characteristics of who she once was, it’s not hard to notice the hopelessness and desperation within her.

Her understanding of reality is dwindling, what little of it there was prior to the Madness. Alice often sees figures that are not there, and on the particularly bad days, she’ll have conversations with nothingness. Some days she has a hysterical fear of the darkness, and others she hates being able to see, demanding to be enveloped by darkness to the point that she will wear blindfolds in a pitch black room.

Some days, Alice says the Madness is still talking to her. The only hope she has that keeps her going is that one day, someone can find a cure for the Madness and rescue Wonderland, so that she may go home and live in peace.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

She’s a lot smarter than she seems, though her intelligence can be somewhat unorthodox. Nobody thinks outside of the box like Alice does, but then again, nobody else has had to deal with the trials of Wonderland and the horrors of the Madness like Alice has.

• F A T A L F L A W

Her flaw is her innocence, and that she is too easily trusting of others. That is still mostly true, even after surviving the corruption of the Madness; although she fears new, unknown things, Alice can too often be easily coerced into trusting them. Her trauma makes her easily manipulated, as her grasp on what is real and what is not slips away from her.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

The story goes that Alice fell down into the rabbit hole and survived Wonderland, only to awaken and realize it was all a dream at the very last moment. Alice would find that tale amusing; of all the nonsense of Wonderland, the presumed deus ex machina “rescuing” her from Wonderland is the most nonsensical.

As far as Alice can remember, she has always been in Wonderland. She knows that she once fell into a rabbit hole, but her memory only suggests that she entered the rabbit hole from Wonderland. She can’t fathom any other possibility. The rabbit hole is simply a short cut from the Hatter’s Tea Party to the Rabbit’s house, cutting straight through her Pool of Tears and over the Queen of Hearts’ bath tub. Not a pretty sight, but it’s much faster than walking all the way round the Cheshire Cat, particularly when it’s a quarter past Friday.

The stories of Alice’s adventures in Wonderland all happened at some point or another in her life, of course. She can’t quite recall in what order they took place, but she can without any doubt tell you that the Tea Party is still happening, even with the Madness taking hold of Wonderland. Rules are rules, and tea time is tea time. Madness and darkness can corrupt tea time and those taking part, but tea time is tea time.

Perhaps the biggest difference is, predictably enough, the trial for the Queen of Hearts’ tarts. Alice did not steal the tarts, but the Rabbit will testify that the Hearts’ tarts ended up in Alice’s pockets, while the Hatter will tell you that the Hearts’ tarts are actually with the Knave of Hearts, as originally charged, but the Knave of Hearts was not even present for the trial. Where the Hearts’ tarts ultimately ended up is of no importance, as the outcome of the trial was Alice’s imprisonment for refusing to leave the the court after growing a mile high.

She spent maybe a week in prison, before Alice realized that the key to her cell was hidden in her teeth the whole time. She simply walked out of the castle, with nobody even trying to stop her. Alice isn’t sure exactly how much time she spent in Wonderland following her “escape,” but she knows that at some point, her body took the form of an adult. It was a slow, strange transformation, but she was the same person at heart all throughout, so Alice never really gave it any mind.

Her life following her brief imprisonment was as peaceful as it could get in Wonderland. The Queen of Hearts was always trying to execute everyone, and the Tea Party always had too many riddles. The tales are too numerous and time too short, but rest assured, Alice’s life in Wonderland was filled with nonsense and bizzare happenings.

It would normally be said at this point that Alice eventually came to consider Wonderland home, but again, Alice believes she was always home. Regardless of whether she actually came from another land or not, Alice saw Wonderland as the place for her, and became comfortable residing there with all its mysteries. She doesn’t consider the possibility that there is a “true” home for her and that she might actually not be a Wonderland native, because that is simply too impossible a scenario for her to properly address.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

The Madness came quickly. It overran Wonderland in what seemed like a matter of minutes, twisting the once colorful, absurd landscape into a dark, horrible hell. The Cataclysm destroyed many lands, but The Madness brought it to a new level. Alice could do nothing but watch as her friends were swallowed by the Madness. The Cataclysm fed on the bizzare nature of Wonderland, transforming its landscapes into a nightmare and its residents into unimagineable shadows of their former selves. Alice experienced the Madness firsthand, as its whispers crawled their way into her head and threatened to transform her into a shadow, as well. When Merlin arrived to rescue those that he could and bring them to Earth, Alice was only just sane enough to make it out.

Her time on Earth has helped to heal the wounds of the Madness, but without a true cure, the wounds still linger with Alice. She’s taken to life on Earth well enough, but it’s clear that Alice is completely out of her element in a “normal” world. Her mind is unstable enough as it is, given her upbringing in Wonderland and the trauma of the Madness; it doesn’t help that she relies on Earth’s drugs and hallucinogens to help her feel closer to Wonderland before the Madness.

She does not speak of what happened in Wonderland. Alice has enough trouble remembering the nightmare of watching her friends become monstrous doppelgangers of themselves; she has zero interest in revisiting those memories with others. She only wants to end the nightmares of the Madness and return home.

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[Barrett]

Loup

_{"Run, if you want to. You'll only die tired."}

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• N A M E S

Wolf, Loup, Lupo, Vargen, the thing that growls in the dark.

• S T O R Y

Various, primarily Little Red Riding Hood.

• B I R T H P L A C E

The deepest, darkest forest in Wonderland.

• M A G I C

Wonderland and its denizens are, in a sense, soaked constantly in magic. Most see it as a part of their nature, drawing on it not like a wizard does but like you would use your arms or your eyes. Loup's own nature is that of the predator that exists in the imagination and so his form was tied the popular fear of a predator. Since leaving Wonderland, he has ceased to have a transient form, now existing only as a man, but still retains an the ability to emanate fear.

• A G E

When humans first heard howls in the night, some part of him was there.

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Mating, rather than romance, is a more familiar concept to Loup but since leaving his home, he's allowed the softness and corrupting comfort of society to dull his hunter's edge. In other words, he's more human and civilised now than ever before, maybe even enough to comprehend love and even to reciprocate it.

• A T T I R E

As a man, Loup is a little above average height, a fair ways above average muscle mass and leagues above average in beard growth. And while he might not look as toned or chiselled as some athletes, every muscle in Loup's body is tensed and coiled for action at any given moment. As such, he projects an aura of controlled menace with each step, glance and snort, whether he means to or not.

Loup favours dark colours or muted palettes, though whether that's because he misses having fur or would rather blend easily into a dark room is anyone's guess. Regardless, his wardrobe on earth is full of warm, thick, practical clothes that have a certain rugged charm and style to them, but could equally be warm for a trek through the woods or day's hard work. He scorns hats, scarves, gloves and other protections against the cold, preferring to wear his jackets open and his shirts low cut.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Loup is a, in essence, the predator you imagine the first time you see a carcass in the woods or a sad little pile of feathers. He is exactly as ruthless and terrible as you can imagine, having been born out of human fear and into the primordial mess of early Wonderland. Overtime, he has gained the qualities of modern, anthropomorphised predators humans have projected; cunning, callousness and cruelty. But at his roots he's still a deeply pragmatic beast who has no confusions about the nature of life, which is to make sure it lasts as long as possible.

Where in the past, Loup's nature and identity was tied to the conception of fear and dread in the human mind, his defeat at the hands of Red Riding Hood and the Huntsman combined with his exodus to Earth have wrought profound change in his form and thoughts. His form has now settled in that of a man and his attitude has followed suit. Civilisation has seeped into his being so that he no longer even considers ripping out a barista's throat rather than paying for his coffee. Some days, he worries that he's not the being he was but other he feels almost... guilty about the old days of blood and fear.

The beast now wears a muzzle but it's made of gossamer and hope, who knows how long it will restrain him?

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

As a predator most ancient, Loup is unequaled at hunting like a beast. While he knows nothing of traps and tracks, there's little he doesn't know about scents and slaying. He can and has followed foes across entire kingdoms without losing their trails once. So too can he hold his own in a scrap, fighting with an animalistic fury that can't be matched. Finally, as the original thing that goes bump in the night, Loup owns the shadows and can move through them without detection should he choose to, though he has always preferred to allow a little detection. All the better to frighten you with...

• F A T A L F L A W

In his heart, Loup is still a beast. After all, you can take the wolf out of the deep dark woods but you can't take the deep dark woods out of the wolf. Merlin's conditions for bringing him to Earth were enforced by more than Loup's questionable understanding of honour, they are magical geas that bind Loup body and soul. And, like all wild things, these bindings chafe him horribly. Should Loup's original nature break through, it will cost him more than he knows, even before the heroes of Mystvale come for him.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Do you remember the first time you walked alone in the dark? I'm sure you do, the heart-in-your-mouth terror and cold sweat is hard to forget. And when you heard a twig snap or something rustle, you were sure that is was a feral beast or terrifying monster, come to devour you whole, weren't you? You could feel its eyes on the back of your neck and hear its panting breath. And when you got back to the light, you dived into bed and told yourself it was nothing, that monsters don't exist and there are no more true wolves, that you were alone. Well, you were wrong.

Loup was there, in the dark, watching you.

Since long before you were around, humans have feared the dark, whether it's an analogue for the unknown or simply the space beyond the firelight. And as you know, every little noise in the darkness becomes the stalking of something hungry in the human mind. But what you may not know is that over time, ideas in the human mind can take form, shape and life in another place. So it was in Wonderland that something took form in the shade of the trees and the black of night; a beast of unimaginable fear, fright and terror. Or, rather, exactly as terrible as you can imagine.

For as long as there have been merchants, travellers and heroes venturing through the deep dark woods, there's been something in their to feast upon their bones. Alongside the Jabberwocky, the wolf of the woods was reputed to be the most dangerous beast in all the land, more evil than a host of Bandersnatches or a horde of Jub-Jub Birds. Many heroes came to test their might and many found their ends between his fearsome teeth.

But in time, the great powers of the land turned their attention upon this beast troubling their subjects. Unlike the Jabberwocky, Loup was not under the protection of a monarch of the realm and was chased from Wonderland through the combined efforts of several of the great powers. And while they called it a job well done, few in the realm they chased it into could agree. Indeed, the citizens and nobility of Bellegarde would have happily chased him back had things not changed somewhat.

On Earth, the middle ages were dragging on and the wolf was now the symbol of the wild in Europe. Tales told of packs dragging off children and devouring villages were all the rage in Germany, France and much of the rest of the continent. But with its anthropomorphising, the wolf gained certain qualities that the animal itself knew nothing of; everyone knows that wolves are cunning, cruel and vicious. But while a real wolf is no more cruel than a rabbit, Loup was now a wolf of the mind.

The beast that stalked Belllegarde, therefore, was more defined and wolfish than the one that dwelled in the deep, dark woods but had gained a rough, animal slyness and a distinctly human capacity for cruelty. The people of the land soon leanred to fear leaving the beaten path, for more and more of their countrymen disappeared, never to be heard from again. But soon even that wasn't enough to guarantee safety, for Loup was learning to take advantage of the nation's passion for romance and his own nature as a transient being of Wonderland, where form is much less settled. Beware the suitor with a glint in his eyes, people learned, especially if his teeth are a little too long...

It took the efforts of the land's greatest Huntsman and a girl with a famously red hood, along with a healthy portion of luck, to finally put an end to Loup's glory days in Bellegarde, though they didn't manage to end him for good. Rather, they disemboweled him and dropped him into a lake. Needless to say, he's still a little sore about that and spent most of the long crawl back to Wonderland and the deep dark forest plotting their deaths. And perhaps he would've returned to wreak a terrible vengeance on them both has not something taken his mind off of revenge; the Cataclysm.

That rending, twisting chaotic event shook Bellegarde to its core and shattered the Wonderland that Loup understood, leaving him a beast among monsters in an unfamiliar land. Rather than fall to the void or see himself warp into something alien, he followed the route predators have since the dawn of time; adapt or die. He fled Wonderland with all speed, intending to take up residence in Bellegarde again, only to find the intrusions of the Void there as well. As he beheld the terrible majesty of the shattered world, a dozen of the void's creatures fell upon him.

Their fight was legend. Great tracts of earth were raised in their wake as the group wrestled for the upper hand and scrambled for more advantageous positions. These invaders were strong, quick and had their own unique form of magic (though more learned souls have since referred to it as unmagic) but Loup was old, cunning and very, very angry. Still, he could tell he'd soon succumb to their attacks and had simply resolved to take as many of them with him as he could when a new force entered the fight, one of singular power; Merlin.

As he had prepared to rescue heroes from the land of Bellegarde, the ancient wizard's ceremony had been interrupted by the battling creatures and realised that one among them was of his world, not the void. With a muttered incantation and a wave of his hand, Merlin banished the voidlings and approached the wounded Loup. He offered him a choice; die here in the dirt of Bellegarde or survive and go to a new world. There were of course, the old mage smiled, a few conditions.

What exactly they were stayed between Merlin and Loup, but when the Kings and Queens of Bellegarde arrived at the site to dispatch their greatest heroes to this new realm, they were told Merlin had found them a warrior of mythical skill to act as bodyguard for them in the new world. Some bridled and complained, though not so loud as for Merlin to hear them, but none amongst them recognised Loup for what he was and he arrived on Earth along with a cadre of legendary heroes.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Since then, Loup has kept himself to himself and not gotten involved with any of his new neighbours. The dual constraints of society and Merlin's conditions chaffed him terribly for the first year or two, as did maintaing a human shape at all times. When he felt ready, he started to look for work and found more than a few opening for a man prepared to inflict pain on other men. Currently, he's working as a bouncer at a high class Nightclub but he never stays in one job too long.

Loup has greeted the news of a second cataclysm with mixed emotions. He is thrilled at the news something will break through the monotony of his everyday life here on Earth, that perhaps he will once again feel the joy of the hunt and the taste of fear on the air. But he remembers the strength of the void beasts and does not much wish to face them again, not to mention that Merlin is nowhere to be found and his magical geas still burns in Loup's mind.

[FantasyChic]

Rouge Labelle

R O U G E L A B E L L E

_{"A Queen, as in chess, can do whatever she pleases."}

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T H E H E R O

♥ N A M E

Rouge Labelle, the Red Queen, the Queen of Hearts, Queen B**** if one is feeling particularly nasty.

♥ S T O R Y

Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland

♥ B I R T H P L A C E

Wonderland is her home.

♥ M A G I C

Rouge has some magical abilities, such as telekinesis and the ability to silence others, especially when she wants to talk.

♥ A G E

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♥ R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Rouge isn't particular about finding her King. She wants someone who would treat her right, would uphold her beauty and intelligence, and most importantly, would allow her to do whatever she pleases. The Queen rules the board, after all.

♥ A T T I R E

Rouge stands at 5'7'' and weighs 122 lbs. She has long hair that is a combination of light blonde, almost white, and red. She changes it up occasionally by highlighting the red more, but she never changes it from that. She has light gray eyes and a pale complexion. She wears make-up, usually in red or pink shades. She has a generous figure, highlighted in her chest region.

As a Queen should, Rouge always looks her greatest, whether she is off to see the peasants....or rather her subjects or spending a lazy day in her castle, she always wears fine gowns in elegant fashion, usually in red or black. Her favorite dress is, of course, the pinnacle gown that shows who she truly is, as the Queen.

On Earth, she still wears only the finest clothing from top fashion designers. Nothing store brand or cheap in her closet. She still mainly wears red and black, with the occasional white thrown in. Even if she wears a t-shirt, you know it's going to be name brand.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

♥ H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Rouge enjoys the finer things in life, and isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to ensure she remains in the lifestyle she is accustomed to. Whether someone needs to be put down, or perhaps someone losing a head, it matters not to her, so long as she remains on top. She looks down on those she feels are beneath her in status and doesn't particularly like those who are on the same level as her either. She still remains cordial and polite when addressing others, but usually subtlety hints that they are not worth her time. This doesn't mean she is without friends or without the ability to love, as she has loved before. She chooses her confidantes carefully. Having been burned before, she thinks more clearly now about who she is around others.

♥ R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Other than her magical abilities, Rouge is also highly intelligent, able to plot and maneuver around the tightest of obstacles in her way. This comes in especially handy while ruling over her kingdom. She is also a great strategist and comes up with interesting strategies when facing hurdles. Try as they might, her enemies haven't been able to outsmart her yet. Lastly, she is charismatic, able to calm the angriest peasant or charm a prince out of his shoes.

♥ F A T A L F L A W

Rouge is vain and narcissistic. She believes she is the greatest thing to walk on Earth or Wonderland. She radiates this nature to everyone she meets and if the conversation doesn't turn in her favor, she will make it so. She prefers looking her best in any situation and if even one hair is out of place or one crease in her dress forms, she goes mad.

♥ O N C E U P O N A T I M E

The Red Queen ruled with an iron fist. She struck fear into those who would dare oppose her and charmed her way into many situations that only benefited her. Her sister, the White Queen, worried that her sister was out of control and desperately sought after someone to take her down a peg.

This was when Alice came into Wonderland.

The Red Queen was amused with this small girl and told her the rules of chess and promotion. Knowing fully well the girl would never manage to overthrow her, she bid the girl good luck and returned to her kingdom to let the trials of Wonderland see to this little nuisance.

However, it seemed that Alice was able to make friends with the Wonderland characters and found herself some allies. Most notably, the Mad Hatter. With his help, Alice was able to navigate the labrynth of Wonderland trials and came face to face with the Queen of Hearts. The Queen took an instant disliking to the girl and formulated a plan to rid herself of Alice by framing her of theft and punishing her by chopping off her head. Alice though, managed to get away from the Queen who, in a series of rage and hostility, passed away.

Rouge saw an opportunity and quickly picked up the mantle of Queen of Hearts and formulated her plans to continue said legacy. This was when Alice and her new friends came to fight back. The two had a battle of wits that eventually Rouge ended up losing. Unable to stand with the loss, Rouge fled back to her Kingdom and allowed the small girl her victory...for now.

♥ A N E W C H A P T E R

As Madness consumed Wonderland, Rouge had little choice than to flee, less she be overcome. Life in Wystvale isn't so different from her adventures in Wonderland. Though she has no kingdom to call her own, she still lords over the masses as an heiress and debutante. She keeps up the lifestyle with her own fashion line and magazine publishing, called "The Queen of Hearts". She has done her best to adapt to the new lifestyle.

Rouge still remembers the events of Wonderland's past and knows those who wronged her. She has particular hatred for her sister and especially the annoying little girl Alice. All in due time though, as Rouge will get her revenge on those that forced her away from her true calling.

Once all is said and done, she will rule over all of Wonderland as the Head Queen.

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Queen Elsa

Elsa “Ellie” Agnarrdottir

_{"She’s a killer queen, gunpowder and gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Queen Elsa Agnarrdottir, ruler of the realm of Arendelle and all its peoples.

• S T O R Y

Frozen; in reference to The Snow Queen, by Hans Christian Andersen

• B I R T H P L A C E

Glacier Peaks - Arendelle

• M A G I C

Yes, particularly with a focus on cold, snow or ice magic. Also has skills of transfiguration, to a certain extent.

• A G E

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• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Elsa has rarely had time to fit in courting around her life; in the years approaching her coronation, she had no interest, instead focusing on controlling her powers. Once she was Queen, potential suitors were lined up in the hopes of taking her hand in marriage, but none have impressed her so far.

As for preferences, she likes to keep an open mind; in a world as free as the one she lives in now, there are endless opportunities in the prospects of love. Someone just has to catch her eye first.

• A T T I R E

As is expected of a respectable Queen, Elsa was in flawless gowns and dresses whenever out in the public eye; even her pyjamas had to be somewhat decent when in the Palace among the servants and her sister. She always looked good, but after years upon years of corsets and gowns, and “Your Highness, you cannot wear riding breeches to dinner!”, she takes full advantage of the freedoms of this world. Comfortable jeans (What a glorious invention, seriously) skirts, cute, simple dresses, and of course, the dorkiest pyjamas she can find.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Elsa is somewhat complicated in her mind and emotions; she had been already conflicted back in Arendelle as a ruler, but even moreso now here in Mystvale. Firstly, the dealing with her powers, the death of her parents and the weight of a Kingdom; and now, all of that taken away in an instant.

As a ruler, she had to seem stand-offish, in a noble way. It was improper to act not as a lady should, and so she always acted as a lady. She had to keep emotions – and by default, her powers – under control, so often came across as very cold, even towards her sister. Now in Mystvale, she doesn’t have many pressures on her as she did. Elsa has no magic to worry about, nor a kingdom. While at first she still expected things to be on hand immediately for her, she soon got over that – and any superiority that she may have been oozing subconsciously towards others.
Now, she’s far more well-rounded... although can come across as distant or cold at times. Other than that, she’s best described as dorky, clumsy, and perhaps even a bit awkwardly blunt; ready to smile in an attempt to make herself seem more approachable. Because it was a lonely life she led, and hasn’t really had many friends beyond her sister. However, her stronger “ruler” side can come out if the situation demands it.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Most notably, her magic. However, she also has a shrewd and diplomatic mind, one borne of attempting to rule a country in a fair manner. She can be intimidating when she needs to be, and kind when the situation arises. Additionally, is quite proficient in the care and riding or horses, along with swordplay. Although it was considered an unladylike sport, she was able to gain tutoring of the sport after her parents died – the discipline learnt with it helped her in turn discipline her powers.

• F A T A L F L A W

Hasn’t gained full control of her powers – they can act out at random times, although not with something overly dangerous. However, if her emotions rage out of control, so will her powers – she will lose herself to the ice, and it is then that she is at her most dangerous.

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• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

No doubt you know the story of Queen Elsa of Arendelle? Discovered mysterious powers of ice and snow at a young age, orphaned as a child, and terrified of what she might become?

Close enough – but Elsa in reality was not quite as meek or fearful as her story told. Yes, the coming forth of her powers scared her at first, but with her parent’s reaction to it, it bred rebellion in the young girl, and not self-hatred. She was not going to hide in her room! She was going to control these odd powers, and with that grew a resentment towards her mother and father as they plead to her to hide them, to keep them under wraps, and for goodness sake, don’t hurt her sister again.

Still... it was a devastating blow to find out they had perished in a storm at sea – but it only instilled in her further that she must control her powers. Elsa was determined to be three things before her coronation at 21; to be in control, to be a great leader, and most importantly, to be the best sister and guardian she could possibly be to Anna. Still, it was hard to do.

Although growing ever more confident in her use of magic, Elsa refused to allow visitors in the castle – for she was worried what they would do if they discovered her secret. This meant for a quiet and lonely life for the two sisters, and with Elsa focusing so much on practice – both in her magical talents, and as a prospect ruler – the two were not as close as Elsa would have liked.

Her coronation – as one may already know - did not go as planned. Her powers were discovered, not through her own insecurities, but by sabotage by unknown forces. Clearly, someone from a neighbouring kingdom had heard rumours, and wished to see if they held any truth. She fled the castle, out of fear of her own life, and leaving Anna behind. She did not want her to be involved in this dark situation, but alas, she did. Anna followed, and she was harmed just as the story tells.

The act of true love, between the two sisters did save Anna in the end, and life after this became far easier for the pair. The world knew of Elsa’s powers, but did not condemn her for it. There was peace in Arendelle, and even some modicum of peace in Elsa’s own heart.

And then the Cataclysm just threw the shit into the fan.

Elsa’s realm was snatched up by raging storms and eternal blizzards – at first, the people assumed it was her, and even she had her doubts over what was happening. What if she had caused this somehow? But after several weeks of it unrelenting, it became apparent to all that this was beyond her powers – something else was causing this. And Elsa was only too happy to send Anna away to safety upon finding out about the works of Merlin. She elected to stay behind, to try and keep her people as safe and alive as possible.

And yet, when it came to leaving her sister at Notre Dame, she found she could not resist Anna’s pleas for her to stay. Even Merlin agreed it would be better for her to leave through the portal. It was a difficult decision, but Elsa chose her sister over her kingdom. She only hopes it has not ruined too many lives.

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• A N E W C H A P T E R

Now in Mystvale, Elsa took on a far more casual job than ruling a Kingdom. Being well versed in the care, upkeep and riding of horses, she found a job at an equestrian centre, working with the fine beasts and teaching others how to ride and care for them. After five years she is now head manager, and earns quite enough to keep both herself and her sister happy – she still needs to look after Anna, no matter the situation.

[fluorescent]

Berry Finn

Huckleberry Finn

_{"If someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, I swear to you I will unfuck it."}

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• N A M E

Huckleberry “Berry” Finn

• S T O R Y

Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

• B I R T H P L A C E

Westernmost

• M A G I C

No magic!

• A G E

20

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Sex is sex. Don’t matter who it’s with.

• A T T I R E

The drab rags and garments of a vagrant girl in Missouri get old real quick when that girl is exposed to the fashion world of Earth. Berry has managed to ditch the oversized overalls, shirts, and jeans, and has found her way into a small assortment of blouses, skirts, and leggings that suit her perfectly. She still dresses like a Southern girl, there’s just a little less rags and a little more 21st century Earth in her style, now.

She does have a natural beauty to her that only supplements the Southern girl look. Berry is quite tall, at just under six feet, and she knows her body turns heads wherever she goes. She knows exactly how to work it, and she knows exactly how to use it to her advantage.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Berry’s out for one thing and one thing only: to have a good fuckin’ time. Rules are overbearing and designed to keep people from having a good fuckin’ time, so Berry tends to ignore those more than she really should. The only code she follows is her own moral compass, which, to be fair, is a pretty strong one. She’ll never do anything that will cause serious harm to another, since Berry believes that her right to have a good fuckin’ time should not impede on others’ rights to have a good fuckin’ time. As long as she’s 100% certain that she isn’t hurting anyone else, Berry acts almost entirely on impulse.

Not to say she’s selfish. She takes joy in looking out for her friends and for those in need. It goes back to her very basic principle in life, really: if someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, Berry will unfuck it. (She said that in person once and was immediately embarrassed. Berry then proceeded to recite that line at every available opportunity, since the secondhand embarrassment people felt upon hearing it was just too good to pass up.)

Again, she is impulsive, and with impulsiveness comes a little bit of fiery hotheadedness and a tongue that sometimes can’t hold itself back. Berry’s known to be a little snarkier than she should be at times, which can actually get her into as much trouble as her disregard for laws and rules can.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

She’s a damn good thief. No Robin Hood, since she usually only steals things that immediately benefit her - food, drink, cigarettes, the like. But she can break into just about anywhere short of a bank, get what she needs, and leave without making too much noise. It was much easier to get away with it back in Westernmost, where the land was lawless, but on Earth, Berry’s found herself being troubled a little bit more than she’d like. Hell, simple shoplifting is always an option.

• F A T A L F L A W

The lawlessness of Westernmost stuck with Berry; she has a blatant disregard for rules or structure. She does what she wants, when she wants, and that can get her into trouble far too often. Berry’s been bailed out of Earth’s jails and served small sentences for petty shoplifting and the like more than her fair share of times.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Being the single daughter of a vagrant drunk in the less tasteful areas of Westernmost comes with a whole host of problems as it is; throw in Berry’s personality and that she and her father are black in an area where being black comes with another set of problems, and Berry had a pretty weird time growing up in St. Petersburg, Missouri, Westernmost. She spent most of her time causing trouble in the town, living her life as freely as she could.

Berry constantly found herself walking the line between being accepted as a fact of St. Petersburg life and being thrown out of the town completely for good. The local kids always seemed to come to her defense when she got in trouble, rallying to her cause of living it out and without any kind of supervision.

And yeah, that was great and all, but when the town adults are trying to get you killed or exiled every other day, Berry figured it was about time to leave her home, her father, and her friends and dip out of town.

She teamed up with another young runaway, Jim, escaping the clutches of slavery and hoping to recreate himself in another town as a free man. Berry and Jim roamed the frontier, looking for adventure and mischief wherever they could. The pair spent several years living a nomadic lifestyle, going from town to town and staying as long as they could before finding themselves punted out of town right onto their butts.

It took about that long before what little law enforcement there was eventually got sick of chasing Berry and Jim everywhere and just arrested the two. They discovered Jim’s status as a runaway slave, and uncovered Berry’s track record of making a mess out of every town she went to. They were shipped right back to St. Petersburg, so the town could figure out what to do with the two.

Leave it to good old Tom Sawyer to break them out of the wagon, though. About a mile out of town, Tom executed a masterful jail break: pretend to be a dying boy on the side of the road, wait for the wagon’s driver to come down and help, then drop his pants and tie his hands with some rope. Flawless. It turned out to be a stroke of luck - Tom was just playing some pranks of his own, and hadn’t really expected Berry and Jim to be in the wagon. He freed them once more, allowing them to resume their life on the run.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Berry and Jim moved south from St. Petersburg to New Orleans. The city was big enough to keep them hidden no matter how bad their shenanigans, and for a while, the two were almost living in peace.

When the Cataclysm came, Berry and Jim found themselves separated. Berry’s not entirely sure how, but Jim just… disappeared. Vanished, without a trace. She looked everywhere for him, but there’s no sign of her closest friend anywhere. Berry found herself depressed at losing her friend, and when Merlin came to pull people to Earth, Berry found a new purpose: to go with Merlin and find an answer for the Cataclysm. For Jim.

Berry’s made it her responsibility to look after Alice. Call it guilt for losing Jim, or just concern for the well-being of this girl that’s been through much more than any one person should go through. In their five years on Earth, the two have formed a sister-like bond, each finding solace in the other as an outcast living outside of typical societal rules.

[FantasyChic]

Esméralda

E S M É R A L D A

_{"Dance as if the world is your stage."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Esméralda, the Gypsy

• S T O R Y

Victor Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame

• B I R T H P L A C E

Bellegarde, Paris

• M A G I C

No magic, except the use of some illusionary aids.

• A G E

21

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Esméralda has always loved Captain Phoebus, though he has never expressed his interest in her. Since the Cataclysm, she eagerly awaits her one true love to come and accept her for all that she is.

• A T T I R E

Esméralda stands at 5'6'' and has a slender frame with some tone due to the amount of dancing she has done. She as long, raven black hair and piercing green eyes. She has a small birthmark on the right side of her face, near her mouth.

As a dancer, Esméralda typically wore light, flowing clothing of poor quality; cheap clothing she would obtain to keep up modesty. She almost never wore shoes while dancing, but occasionally wore small black flats or sandals when the terrain called for it. Most notably, Esméralda always wore a pink ribbon in her hair, which is a memento of her mother.

On Earth, Esméralda still prefers lighter clothing, ranging from peasant blouses to off-the-shoulder tops and long skirts in a variety of light colors, her favorite being purple. She still wears flats and sandals, but has been known to wear the occasional high heel if she is going to a more formal event. She still wears the pink ribbon in her hair and it has become a staple of her that others recognize her by.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Esméralda has always been a kind and loving soul. She often puts other's needs before her own and goes out of her way to help those who need it, even if it means she loses her hard earned money or a meal or two. She especially has a soft spot for children, hoping these kids would eventually have a better life than she did growing up. Though she isn't religious by any means, she does believe and hope there is a higher power out there watching over everyone. Though kind, Esméralda won't back down from confrontation and doesn't take kindly to anyone who pushes their ideals or beliefs on others. She would stand up to anyone if they were taking advantage of the poor or downtrodden.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Esméralda is a skilled dancer and acrobat, graceful and poised whenever she moves. Due to her dancing, she is physically fit for a woman of her age, especially when it comes to her legs. She has an impressive amount of endurance, able to dance for long hours without getting winded as easily. She is also good at self-defense, having been on the streets for so long, a woman needs to be able to take care of herself.

• F A T A L F L A W

Esméralda can be too giving and kind for her own good. While life on the streets has taught her values, she can be too trusting of others and has often been taken advantage of. People know they can rely on her and this has led her to take on many things at once because she can't say no to them.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Born in France during a harsh time, her parents were gypsies who didn't stay in one place for long. An attack by rebels against the church caused her mother's death. Unable to take care of his daughter on his own, his father left her with some other gypsy friends and fled the city.

As Esméralda got older, she found a love of dancing and would entertain the people in the streets for some coin. This painted her in a negative light with the authorities who often tried to arrest her. The church was also at her doorstep, thanks to Claude Frollo, who was tempted by Esméralda's beauty. She evaded the grasp of many guards, but had a few brushes with the law. This was where she met Captain Phoebus.

Feeling an immediate attraction, Esméralda flirted with the Captain, though he never advanced on her. Unknwon to her, Phoebus had feelings for her as well, but due to his career and place, he felt he could never act on those feelings. He often got her out of trouble despite the rantings of Claude Frollo.

On one particular night, running from the guards again, Esméralda hid in Notre Dame where she met Quasimodo. Startled at first, she quickly found a pure heart in the man who was often tormented by others for his appearance. He helped hide her from her chasers and eventually the two got to talking. They quickly became friends and Quasimodo started developing feelings for the Gypsy woman. She bid him farewell and returned home.

Claude Frollo, tempted to the point of madness, took sharp aim against Esméralda and forced her hand, capturing Captain Phoebus and promised to kill him unless she showed herself. She called on Quasimodo's help to save the Captain and the two went to meet Claude Frollo. Claude Frollo promised to release the Captain if she promised herself to him. She was abotu to accept when Quasimodo quickly tackled Claude Frollo and allowed the Captain to escape. Esméralda began to flee with him until she looked back to see Claude Frollo about to attack Quasimodo. She and Captain Phoebus ran back to stop the man and the fight took them outside of Notre Dame on the balcony. Claude Frollo, angered, nearly sent Esméralda over the edge, but she was saved by Quasimodo while Claude Frollo plummeted to the ground below, presumed dead.

With themselves now safe from his tyranny, Esméralda, with the help of Quasimodo who realized the two of them really loved each other, showed her affection to Phoebus who finally returned it in kind.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

The Cataclysm left their home devastated and Esméralda fled and found herself on Earth. Phoebus and Quasimodo's whereabouts were unknown to her and she was left to assume the worst. She was forced to pick up the pieces and move on with her life.

She adapted and found herself with a career in dance, opening up her own studio to teach young kids the art of dance as a sort of therapy and fun activity. She also helps out in her community by volunteering and giving what she can from her business.

Above all, she hopes she can eventually find love again and share their passions for their work.

[tanderbolt]

Percival

Percival

_{"We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison"}

T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Percival

• S T O R Y

Percival, the Story of The Grail

• B I R T H P L A C E

Albion

• M A G I C

Percival does not use magic

• A G E

31

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Percival thinks about romance some times, but mostly in an abstract sense. He worries about doing things in the proper manner, and could see himself someday marrying a proper maiden, but doesn’t apply this to his daily life. Romance is mainly a distraction and a source of confusion for him, both of which are things he tries to avoid.

• A T T I R E

Percival is a big man, standing six foot three and large framed. Back in Albion Percival dressed roughly thanks to his rural upbringing, his clothes were simple and rarely unblemished. He did realize the importance of formal occasions and dressed appropriately, even if it frustrated him. When out on a quest he wore a red coat of armor. He keeps his face clean-shaven and his brown hair slicked back for convenience. In the modern world his usual attire is blue jeans and flannel shirts, but his profession frequently requires him to wear a suit.

I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Percival is inexperienced and guileless, but is coming to realize how much he has to learn. Before the Grail Quest he had a simple and naïve view of morality, afterwards he finds himself questioning more and thinking deeply. He keeps quiet and avoids large crowds, preferring the company of people he knows well. Percival lacks self-confidence and is not cunning, schemeing is not in his nature. Even though he rarely shows it, he is compassionate, and assumes that almost everyone has some good in them.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Percival is skilled with the sword and the lance, lacking formal training but having picked them up very quickly. He also is an excellent horseman.

• F A T A L F L A W

Percival is fundamentally unsure of himself and prone to doubt, which manifests itself in several ways. He takes the advice of others seriously, often without applying critical thought, resulting in poor decisions. He is also hesitant and indecisive when left to his own devices.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Percival’s father was Pellinore, who died before he was born. His mother raised in the woods, far away from civilization. His early life was isolated, only changing when he saw knights from King Arthur’s court for the first time. Percival’s mother tried to discourage, but he kept asking more questions and remained determined to join them. Eventually she relented, only giving him basic instructions before he left. On his way he stole a ring from a sleeping maiden, simply heeding his mother’s advice to “take a ring from a maiden if you encounter one”. When he met the Knights of the Round table, he studied diligently and took advice from them, taking it all seriously, even requests like “stop asking so many questions”. After a short while training he set off on quests, such as returning a cup stolen by the red knight.

Percival quickly became renowned as great knight in spite of his young age and inexperience. While traveling the land Percival heard of the legend of the Holy Grail, and set off to find it. After a long journey he found the Fisher King’s land, and saw the Grail. He was awed by it and stayed silent, failing to ask the proper question and failing in his quest. After the Grail quest Percival wandered the land. His mother had died of natural causes while he was away, and there was no word from Arthur’s court. He took the failure personally began to question and grow, realizing for the first time how flawed he was. He even returned the ring he stole, and found that he was much weaker without the magical protection it gave him. He kept searching for a way to find the Grail again and correct his mistake, but the cataclysm came before he could find anything.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Percival felt purposeless after leaving the old world. He likes to keep up with the other refugees from Albion, and reminisce about old times. In his search for a new goal he started working with local nonprofits, helping out troubled souls. In his spare time he earned studied for the bar exam in hopes of becoming a defense attorney, viewing it as protecting the innocent. In his spare time he enjoys playing baseball.

[smarty0114]

Peter Pan

_{"Flying's great and all, until you start to fall. Then it just sucks."}

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• N A M E

Peter Pan

• S T O R Y

Peter Pan

• B I R T H P L A C E

The Never

• M A G I C

Yes

• A G E

So long, Peter's lost count, but he appears to be about nineteen.

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

He really just needs someone who can make him laugh again.

• A T T I R E

If he was in Neverland, Peter would dress in a way that would most definitely not be considered appropriate on Earth. Clothes made completely out of leaves and other assorted plants, he showed way more skin than most would find comfortable. On Earth however, he's found that most people prefer him to wear actual clothes, and so he does. He owns a wide assortment of items, but he really likes green. That hasn't changed.

When it comes to his appearance, Peter is no doubt an attractive boy. He's got shaggy blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes that are impossible to ignore. He's tall and slender, standing at about six feet, with most of his height being in his legs. He's not extremely well built, although his arms and legs do have a bit of definition, from days spent at the gym. His skin is almost scarily smooth, with not a single scar across his body, and acne unheard of.

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• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

When he still plagued the pirates of Neverland, and soared across her skies, Peter was a fun loving boy, content to joke around and play pranks rather than actually do any work. He was motivated only to defend the island from the pirates whom he viewed as threats. His sense of curiosity and adventure kept him roaming the island for who knows how many years.

When the Cataclysm struck, Peter lost all of this sense of wonder. He became jaded, and cynical, rarely ever playing with the other children. He pushed people away, heartbroken at the lost of his island home, and refused to interact with the others who'd been displaced to Earth. He rarely indulges in silly things, like fantasy or hope anymore, and he's since become a rather unfriendly person.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Peter's best known skill is his ability to fly, though this only works in his realm. One skill that he has retained is his swordfighting abilities. His lithe frame makes him a skilled duelist, and he can take on many an experienced adversary. One of his lesser known skills, which is only available to him in his realm, is the ability to control his aging, be it to make himself younger or older.

• F A T A L F L A W

Peter's most prominent fatal flaw, even with his new found cynicism, is that he's far too arrogant. Even before he arrived on Earth, he believed he could do everything and anything he wanted, completely on his own, and his self sufficiency in Mystvale has only proved this to himself.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Once upon a time, in Neverland, there lived a fairy, by the name of Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell was an innovator in the fairy community, and she was often found in her workshop, tinkering away with pixie dust, discovering new uses for it. Hence her name. Long before the pirates arrived in Neverland, the fairies decided that should a threat ever arrive, they'd need someone to lead in the defense of the island. And so, Tinker Bell was tasked to create a guardian. And she did just that.

Peter Pan was created through a mixture of faith, trust, and pixie dust. And quite a few more sinister ingredients as well. Peter quickly displayed the ability to age as he wanted, and he also showed off his ability to fly. While he remained in the form of a ten year old boy for most of his tenure on the island, he spent much more time there than anyone can even remember. He's quite the ancient spirit.

For centuries, Peter explored the island, building up his own group of eternally young Lost Boys, and patrolling his home. Until one day, he ventured into London, far from the Never, in search of adventure. And adventure is exactly what he found, when he flew into the Darling's room. He brought Wendy and her two brothers, Michael and John, back to Neverland, where they helped him fight the pirates, lead by one Captain Hook.

During Wendy's brief stay on Neverland, Peter changed, and became a slightly different boy, a more responsible one. When Wendy left, she took a piece of him with her, and he began to age up, suddenly desiring to be older, old enough for Wendy. With his age came a newfound maturity, but he didn't lose his sense of wonder. At least, until the Cataclysm struck.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

When Merlin arrived to save those he could, much of Neverland had been destroyed, plagued by forest fires and disease that spread through the once beautiful land. With Tinker Bell by his side, he and the surviving residents of the island made their way to Earth, where Peter began aging, this time without the ability to stop.

Tinker Bell and the other fairies raised him, as they always had really, but they also let him make his own way. The five years on Earth did not do him well, and he pushed away from the others in Mystvale. Having been born from magic, to be separated from it made him feel empty, and alone, not that he would ever share that with anyone.

He currently lives in a treehouse, on the outskirts of Mystvale, and tries to keep his distance from many of the townsfolk. All he truly wants is to be able to laugh again, really truly laugh in the way that makes your sides hurt, but as long as his home is gone, he fears that won't ever happen. In truth, he may be holding himself back. That's one tale that only time can tell.

[tanderbolt]

Scheherazade

Scheherazade

_{" A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships.”}

T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Scheherazade

• S T O R Y

Arabian Nights

• B I R T H P L A C E

Shifting Sands

• M A G I C

Scheherazade has read a number of books on magic, but has not actually practiced casting spells yet.

• A G E

35

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Scheherazade recognizes the value of relationships, but is not naturally romantic. She views relationship as a powerful but potentially dangerous tool, and does not pursue them without significant amounts of forethought. Her marriage to Shahrayar was passionless for her but not antagonistic, and since the cataclysm hasn’t pursued anything seriously.

• A T T I R E

As a member of the nobility, Scheherazade dressed impeccably. She wore fine clothing, long flowing robes of brilliant colors and decorated with elaborate patterns. She kept he hair long and braid. In Mystvale, Scheherazade dresses practically. As librarian she spends most of her time alone, and love the ease of wearing loose sweaters and sweatpants around, frequently bearing coffee stains. He hair is typically either messy or tied up in a loose bun, but when she does have to appear at public events she makes sure it is presentable. She also has several sets of business attire for these times, but those see little use.

I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Scheherazade is persistent, and takes on problems that she believes no one else can solve. She takes a pragmatic approach to life, doing what is convenient and helps her achieve her goal. While her intentions are usually noble, she is not naturally compassionate, and willing to use underhanded tactics on occasion. She tries to guide herself with logic and careful planning, she has learned to control her passions over the years. She can be charming when it is convenient, but other times she doesn’t see the need to maintain that façade. This especially happens when she focuses on a goal, her determination can reach borderline obsessive levels.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Scheherazade is extremely well read, especially about history and old tales. She is charismatic and an excellent storyteller, while also possessing a cunning and analytical mind.

• F A T A L F L A W

Scheherazade does not deal with the unknown well. So much of her life is based around what she has read and what she has planned that she has trouble when anything genuinely unexpected rears its head. These moments bring stress and poor decisionmaking.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Scheherazade is from a noble family, being the daughter King Shahryar’s vizier. Her father taught her the value of persistence and craftiness, which she combined with her own natural curiosity. Her family’s status allowed her to amass a wealth of knowledge, slowly storing it a way for a time when it would be useful. That day would come when she reached adulthood.

One day, Shahryar caught his wife in an affair. He had her executed, and afterwards felt that he could no longer trust any woman to remain faithful. From that day on he would marry a new woman every night and have her killed in the morning to prevent any chance of adultery. It went on for long enough that the city started to run out of marriageable women, so many had either been executed already or fled for the countryside.

Scheherazade saw the need to do something about this problem plaguing the city. She hatched a plan with her sister, and married Shahryar against her father’s wishes. The night of her wedding, she started to tell a story, but couldn’t finish it until the next day. Shahryar was so engaged in the story that he spared her life so she could finish. The next day, she finished the story and began to tell another, again needing another day to finish it.

The cycle of half-finished stories continued for over two years, and Shahryar’s heart softened. It was stressful, one time she even found herself without a story until one came to her in a dream. It was a strange experience, but a thousand and one nights later, Shahrayar had forgotten all about his intention of killing her. She was relieved that it was over, she doubted that she had anything more worth telling him. Shortly afterwards, the cataclysm came and Scheherazade fled, abandoning Shahryar to be swallowed by the darkness.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

In Mystvale, Scheherazade has traded her old dilemmas for new ones. She has appointed herself the town librarian and historian, maintaining an extensive library of any possibly relevant materials. The cataclysm weighs heavily on her mind, and she is constantly searching for anything that may be of use, or even explain what caused it. Her work is mostly solitary, but she does enjoy the company of a few close friends, and is willing to assist someone who might need information stored in her vast library.

[Undine]

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[Morose]

Sherlock Holmes

S H E R L O C K H O L M E S

_{"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, formerly Lady Margaret Mallory Coyne

• S T O R Y

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

• B I R T H P L A C E

Albion, but relocated to Westernmost

• M A G I C

No.

• A G E

29

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

It's a waste of her time. She's not interested in the mystery of what's in anyone's pants.

• A T T I R E

In Albion growing up, Sherlock was forced to wear regal gowns fitting of the time period, and to tie her long hair into braids. Hating the pantyhose and all incorporated with it, Sherlock transitioned to wearing light brown pants, stereotypical cowboy shoes, a dark leather jacket, and a light, breathable shirt. Her hair was kept tied up in a bun, and then concealed underneath her cap. Fortunately, she didn't have to deal with large breasts, and managed to pull off the male part quite easily. For the part of Westernmost Sherlock initially called home, her clothes were rather in fashion. Her formal attire normally consisted of something akin to this.

Coming to Mystvale, Sherlock adapted slightly with more modern styles. She dressed in a style similar to this, using a fedora now to cover up her hair. A bit of an odd look, but Sherlock hated the idea of wearing anything that closely resembled a deerstalker, as much as it would help with hiding some of her more feminine features. She never touches makeup, but when at home by herself, she lets her hair out. It's a bit short, with the ends bleached after an accident during a chemical experiment. Her skin has grown tan from her time in Westernmost, but with the cloudy skies of Washington, it's returning more to its original pale shade.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

Over the decades, many have speculated what caused Sherlock to become the way she is. Her flatmate, Doctor John Watson, once attempted to explain it was the shock caused by the death of her father. Holmes herself hardly cares for such theories, and given that the Coyne family all believes her to be dead, there are no other relatives to be concerned.

Sherlock is, in a word, a smart ass. An utter jerk with a lack of regard for social customs and standards, Sherlock can seem to have a disregard for human life and the pain of others. If rules inconvenience her, she doesn't follow them. If information seems silly and inane, she doesn't retain it. She talks to herself and a skull, named Billy, and plays the violin noisily, as well as testing out various chemical combinations on others. While some may mistake Sherlock as being a machine, it is more that she's pushed away anything that she deems unneeded in order to accomplish her work. She is an addict, a thrill seeker, gambling with her own life in order to prove a point. She always wants to be right, but even more than that, she craves to be wrong. She wants things to be complex and clever, and thus, has secluded herself from most natural things in the world. However, that isn't to say that she doesn't have a heart. It takes ages, but those that she cares about, she'll lay down her life for.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

• Deduction
• Mastery of the Memory-Villa Technique
• The ability to pretend to be a man for years and only feel slight gender dysphoria
• Fencing
• Prowess in chemistry
• A narrow and select knowledge on seemingly odd areas, such as different types of tobacco ash, and a complete ignorance of other subjects, such as who rules/runs the country she resides in.

• F A T A L F L A W

• A proclivity for putting her foot in her mouth.
• She's extremely too prideful and stubborn.
• A lack of understanding about what normal people do in their normal lives
• A prominent and worsening drug addiction
• Her great fear of boredom

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Sherlock, born Margaret Mallory Coyne, was the youngest of three. Her older brothers were Mycroft and Sherrinford, and they belonged to a prominent noble family. While they weren't on the level of Kings and Queens, the Coyne family had a moderate estate on the countryside. Her eldest brother, Sherrinford, ran the family estate when he turned fifteen, as their father was killed during service with the Royal Navy after a brush with pirates. Mycroft and Margaret then grew up with their brother Sherrinford acting more like a father, rather than a brother.

It was when Margaret turned fifteen that the Coyne family was informed of a recent inheritance of a property in Westernmost. A distant relative had passed away, leaving the deed to them. Given that Mycroft had become a government official, Margaret persuaded her mother to allow her to travel to Westernmost. With the deed in hand, Margaret traveled to Westernmost under guard. And as things always appear to go wrong, they did so spectacularly. The guards were slaughtered by a bandit, with Margaret snatching up a gun and killing her attacker. Given that it was just her, and she quickly deduced the lack of power she'd continue to hold as a woman, Margaret invented a new identity for herself.

Arriving in Westernmost at the property, dressed as a man, she was henceforth known as Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, though most referred to her as Sherlock Holmes. Heralded as a Consulting Detective, Sherlock sold the property and moved into a flat on Baker Street in New Orleans. 221B Baker Street, to be precise. A prominent young army doctor served as her flatmate, and as caring as the man was, he was thick enough to never realize Sherlock was a woman.

The pair of them went on hundreds of cases together, with Watson writing up Sherlock's exploits for the Strand, a newspaper in the region. With each passing year, Sherlock became more obsessed with her work, and perhaps, more ridiculous as well. She began hunting down the shadow of James Moriarty, as well as suffering defeat at the hands of a singer, Irene Adler. As much as her mind grew brilliant, her heart seemed to grow colder. She relied on drugs in order to pass the time, and on occasion, in order to solve her cases.

However, there did come a time when even Sherlock was positively baffled. Magic never served to impress her, with her always either disproving it or finding a scientific explanation for the abnormality. The Cataclysm wasn't something Sherlock could explain. Suspecting the devilish Moriarty as having something to do with it, Sherlock traded blows with him at the edge of a waterfall, each benefiting from the recent invention of gunpowder. Moriarty knew Sherlock's secrets, and threatened the safety of her friend. Deciding to take matters into her own hands once and for all, Sherlock tackled Moriarty, causing the pair of them to fall over the edge. Watson, hidden nearby, watched his dear friend perish.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

Or so it seemed. Sherlock Holmes' reputation had reached far and wide, with most focusing on the ease with which she solved cases, rather than her abrasive personality. In what Sherlock has begrudingly admitted to be magic, Merlin pulled her out of harm's way, and whisked her away with the others to Mystvale.

Now in Mystvale, Sherlock has been set up in the police department, as the head detective. While this may sound great and fantastic, it actually means that most cases aren't even investigated, as the detective sees no reason to bother with them. She only solves cases that interest her. Anything less than thrilling gets shoved aside, causing petty criminals to get let off more often than the intelligent ones. For example, Hook's robbing spree has gone without investigation as Sherlock knows she's doing it, but can't be bothered to do anything about it.

Funnily enough, Sherlock continues to pretend to be a man. No one in Mystvale has figured it out yet.