Vicier

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Yen Sid

Thousand Mile Beach ~ Fairy Tale World

^{Flashback Collab ~ Camelot ~ Ft. Freya Beauchamp}

Morning had long ago begun to morph into day; the sun rising higher into the vast blue sky above, basking all and any in this world in its refulgent warmth. It was during this particular time that the forest surrounding the beach really seemed to become most alive- squirrels, birds, insects, and other woodland creatures went scurried about, going on with their daily routines as if nothing in the world was wrong...

Not too far from the forests edge- a quarter mile at the most- was a long and rather pristine beach, stretching on for as far as the eye could see... Dotted with rocks that were large enough to perch on; it was one of the many places of which the inhabitants of this world could come should they ever wish a reprieve from the stresses of everyday life... at least, that was until the dark Queen had taken over...

It was upon one of these aforementioned rocks in which he sat- his boots planted only about a foot away from the waters edge, and his rather stormy-blue eyes focused upon the ocean lain out in front of him; watching on as the waves caused the sea to reach out, trying futilely to lap at his feet, only to then recede back and to have to start all over again.

Having folded his gloved hands neatly within his lap long ago, the man simply known as 'the Sorcerer' simply continued to look out until his gaze was past the waters edge; the seemingly endless sea reflecting with such glorious light, and what very little remained of the dark from the night previous painted the sky's edge with a brilliant purplish-blue husk, ever retreating from the vigil of the day to come.

It was during these moments that he felt he could think the clearest... reflect while surrounded by the serenity and peace, and untouched by the Lady Morgana's foul touch... Thinking of the Queen sent a sharp pang of guilt through his heart, paining his chest- there had been a time... many years ago... when she had been younger; different... little more than a child of who had been forced to grow up far before she was due...

She had always been so friendly... so curious; so full of life-... and had always been willing to speak to him when he went under the guise of Merlin... so where had he gone so wrong..?

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Around Sixteen Years Prior...

His mind wandering back to long before, he found himself once more back in the lands of Camelot, in the large castle under the rule of the good King Uther- a stern, though well-meaning man whom had brought him in and kept him in his service as the royal physician, and tutor for both his son and ward: the young Prince Arthur, and the Lady Morgana.

Currently hidden away within the tower that functioned as his home- his bedroom, his study, and classroom all in one- Merlin hunched over the rather aged wooden table, scrawling on a blank piece of parchment, though the words her wrote were far from English, instead some ancient language in which he was most likely the only one of whom would be able to translate.

Catching the feeling of the gentle breeze blowing in through the small window, Merlin couldn't help but pause, closing his smoky-blues and leaning back in his chair which then creaked from the sudden shift of weight as he relaxed his body, breathing in the sweet and welcomed breath of nature, until the soft rapping against his chamber door caught his ear, leading to him turning his head so that he could get a look at who had disturbed the peace.

"..Lady Morgana..?"

Sitting up a little straighter within his seat, and causing it to once more groan under the weight of his body, he continued to watch on as she hesitated in the doorway, her soft dark gaze flicking everything in the room before he was once more able to hold it with his own.

"..please; forgive me the intrusion... you said I was to come to you should it ever happen again..."

Turning in his seat so that he was better able to look upon the young woman, he carefully returned his quill once more back to its ink-pot before rising from his chair, taking his time to brush the dust from his robes before he took a step closer, his hands coming together behind his back- it was clear from her stance... the way she hung in the door frame... the girl was quite perturbed...

"..the-... the nightmares..."

Furrowing his brows together ever so slightly, he kept his gaze on the girl, watching on with worry as she brought her hands together in front of her stomach, nervously playing with the front of her gown as she continued to explain why she had come to see him in the first place.

"..t-they have come back- I could not sleep at all last night..."

All he could do was nod his head in understanding, the light streaming in from the window just managing to catch but the smallest glimpse of the face hidden beneath the hood; the square jaw blanketed by a thin and neatly trimmed beard of brown and grey that didn't even reach down past his chin.

"..yes, I see... that is troubling..." Offering the young girl a kind smile, Merlin motioned for her to move further inside, waiting until she was completely out the way before he closed the door behind her, his attention then turning to the elevated teapot that was held hovering over the still-crackling fire in the hearth, "Come; have a seat. I shall prepare you some tea."

Daring another look at her as he took a couple of teacups and sewn tea bags down from the shelf, he watched her hesitating in front of the door for a moment longer before finally she took her seat, her hands sliding down over the back of her legs to hold her gown against her body as she did so- she was quiet... the nightmare must have been worse than he had first thought.

Placing the cups down upon the surface of the small table, Merlin slipped the tea bags into them before made his way back over to the stove top, taking hold of the kettle and once more returned back to her side, pouring the water the water as he allowed his mind to wander in thought.

"..if you don't mind me asking, my dear..." Placing the kettle down on the wooden surface of the table, he slid himself down into the seat opposite before sliding one of the cups closer, a small though comforting smile playing over his lips, "What was last night's dream about..?"

It was clear that whatever it was that plagued her slumber; it had her hurting fairly deeply, the saddened look that flickered over her delicate features as she stared down into the tea she held within her hands was proof enough of that...

"..m-my mother..."

Her mother..? The answer had him taken aback slightly- there had been the rare few times previous where she had confided in him the relationship she had shared with the woman, but each time it was clear how much if effected the child... she was shaking; her lip quivering in terror as she lifted her hand up, pressing it against her neck as though she were trying to rid herself of something that seemed to be irritating her.

"T-The water... it-... it rushed into my lungs... it burned so much... I-I could not do anything, I-..."

Merlin listened patiently and in silence, his gaze steady as he watched her behavior, his brows furrowing the tiniest amount as he watched her place her untouched cup back down onto he table before her hands dropped below the surface to rest upon her lap.

"..I-I was so scared that I was going to die..."

Allowing himself a few moments to think of what to speak, Merlin allowed a small sigh to fall through his lips before he began to speak, his voice calm and sympathetic as he once more nodded his head in understanding, "Trauma... it is a terrible thing; it can plague people for the rest of their lives, but here is what I wish for you to do. The next time you have this night terror; the very next time you feel the memory crawling into your mind... I wish for you to play it out- the entire scene..."

Though he continued to wear his hood, what little of his face that could be seen wore a small smile, helping to emphasize his kind words, "..accept what has happened to you- do not fear what might have been. You survived; and here you sit... a beautiful, intelligent girl who, I believe has an incredibly bright future a head of her."

She was shaking her head... rejecting his words; though the look upon her face showed him just why it was she was doing so. She was scared- scared to open up and let herself face the horrors of her past that seemed ever intent on creeping up on her.

"I-I do not believe that is something in which I can do... I just-... I just wish to forget it all- please... I grow weary; and I cannot keep going with such things haunting me..."

Lowering his teacup back to the surface of the table, he twisted in his seat, his stormy-gray eyes watching on as she stood from her seat, her arms wrapping almost desperately around herself and in an attempt to keep herself together, her feet moving her across the room until she was stood before the window, her gaze fixated out at Camelot as it spanned out before their very eyes.

"..I-... I fear I cannot do what is needed of me should I not rid myself of this nightmare..."

"..my Lady..." Lifting himself up from his own seat as the words fell softly from his lips, Merlin took a moment to approach the girl, his hand lifting up to gently rest upon her shoulder in a caring manner, "..memories are what define us; they are, after all, what make us unique- answer me this, my dear... can you truly cherish the good memories, were there no bad..?"

"..well, no... But-..." His hand slipped from his shoulders as she turned around in front of him, her gaze lifting to meet with his, "But this is no ordinary bad memory. I do not believe it would affect those that are good should it be gone- taken from my mind... please Merlin; that must be something in which you can do..."

He couldn't help the way his body seemed to stiffen at the request- she wanted him to take away her memory... to make her forget... By all means, it was well within the bounds of his power, yes; however... such a power... and used ever so freely...

"No... no, I cannot..." His tone was heavy, filled with absolute though his eyes betrayed him, holding a sadness to them as he met with her gaze once more, pausing a few moments before he placed his hand upon the small of her back, her free hand gesturing back to the table they had been sat at moments beforehand, "..I am sorry my dear, though please believe me when I say I have my reasons for such an answer..."

Falling once more into silence, he waited, watching her as she turned her attention back to the table before finally, she made her way back towards it, once more taking her place, though her eyes never once left the surface, her hands folding neatly within her lap.

Waiting a few moments longer, Merlin once again took his seat opposite her, the frown upon his lips growing with worry as he once more took a hold of his teacup, his thumb brushing over the side of it for a few moments before he let out a gentle sigh, doing what he could to explain to her just why such a thing wasn't possible.

"..your life, my dear, is a collection of both good and bad memories... times of grand celebration; and times of mourning... of love and hate... of birth and death... life and loss- one cannot live unless they have experienced both hardship, and peace..." He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing together ever slightly as he did what he could to gauge her reaction to what he was saying, "You are strong, Lady Morgana... and you will get through this... I simply wish to ask you: where would you be were you without the bad memories..?"

"..I-... I do not know... However; I can say for certain that I would not be here before you had such events not come to pass..."

Contemplation... finally, it seemed, she was taking his words to heart as she shifted lightly within her seat, her fingers thumbing at the material of her dress as she nodded her head softly as though she were somewhere deep in thought.

"..I understand now why you wish me to keep such memories- how you with not to tamper with the past my mind holds dear, however... is there nothing you can do..?" Her head lifted forcing him to once more meet her rather pleading gaze from under his hood, "Nothing at all that shall grant me peace throughout the night..? I should very much hate to disappoint through lack of sleep... and my duties, of course, are of great importance..."

"Yes... yes, I believe I have just the thing..." Smiling softly, Merlin nodded his head lightly up and down in answer to her question, taking another moment of pause to think of what he had done with it before he stood himself up once again, attending to one of the long shelves that had been nailed into the stone walls; the shelf itself groaning slightly under the weight of numerous potions, salves, poultices and alchemical ingredients, some of which were identifiable, though few looking as though they were completely and utterly unnatural.

"..ah... here we are." Mumbling softly to himself as he caught sight of what he had been looking for, Merlin reached up, procuring a small bottle filled with a bright purple liquid from the stores of potions lining the shelf, returning to the table, he crouched down at her side, meeting with her gaze from under the hood as he placed the vial gently down in front of her.

"..here... this is a mixed extract, containing the petals of a very rare flower known to only bloom during the light of a full moon... Pour this extract in a cup of tea, or water before you retire each night; it should help to calm you down and give you a restful nights sleep." He couldn't help the small smile that played across his lips as he continued to explain, the young girl- so curious; so thirsty for knowledge- seeming to hang on his every word, "Do not drink it straight from the bottle, nor are you to use anymore than a few drops at a time... I do hope, my Lady, that this helps you with your plight."

His heart swelled lightly as he watched her reach out and take the vial, her head nodding lightly in understanding as she rose from her chair, causing for him to follow suit and to stand up tall once more.

"..do not drink from the bottle, nor use more than but a few drops... take with either water, or a cup of tea before I retire for the night... I understand..."

"Good... and should you have anymore nightmares, Lady Morgana..." Lifting his hand up from his side, he once more placed it softly upon her shoulder, "..know that there is always time should you wish to speak- my door is, as it always has been, open for you, sweet child."

His hand slid from her shoulder as she turned her back to him, forcing him to watch on as she crossed over the room, her hand hesitating upon the hand a moment before she turned her gaze back over her shoulder so that she was able to look at him once more.

"..thank you... Emrys..."

And then, as quickly as she had come, she was gone. Watching her as she left the room, Merlin shifted his gaze back to the window as he heard the gentle sound of her footsteps echoing through the corridor, the corner of his mouth twitching just slightly causing the door she had left open to close itself almost magically, the Sorcerer's fingers then twitching as he made sure to lock it for good measure.

Returning once more to his desk, he couldn't help but allow his mind to wander; pondering upon her last words... She had used his name... one of his true names... The only way in which she could have known such a thing was if one of the druid people had somehow happened to enter Camelot; and should that be the case, he knew he would have to figure out a quick solution before King Uther's wrath had time to fall upon him.

No longer able to focus upon writing his manuscripts, Merlin once more rose to his feet and crossed over to the window, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked out, his gaze unfocused as he seemed to take in what was the sprawling city lain out below him.

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Present Day...

Returning himself once more back to reality, and the present situation he was in, the Sorcerer couldn't help but to remember the meeting between both himself and Morgana as though it had happened only a mere five minutes prior, rather than the many years it had actually been... How close, truly, had she been to her fall then..? Her descent into the darkness that seemed to consume her..?

Before he could contemplate any further upon the thought however, another, more slightly terrifying one struck him in his core... She had used his name... his true name... The name in which only the druids, and a select few others knew him by. Emrys.

Back then, all he could think about were the druids wandering about Camelot, running the danger of being killed due to their birthright; but never before had he stopped and pondered just how she had known his name specifically...

It could, truly, only mean one thing... she had known who he was from the very start...

Suddenly exceedingly uncomfortable, and especially perturbed by the sudden revelation he had come by, he couldn't help but shift awkwardly upon the rock in which he sat, his stormy-gray eyes flicking out over the crashing waves in paranoia; the fear that he was now suddenly being watched washing over him, forcing him to once more get to his feet, his head turning back and forth as he looked around his person for signs that he wasn't alone... that something- someone- was watching him... stalking him...

Slowly though surely relaxing as he managed to once again tether his mind back to what was real, he turned on his heel, making his way back to his cave. He needed to see how things were transpiring upon Earth... and he needed to make special arrangements...

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Sweet; I'm almost finished with this Yen Sid post..! I should have it up some time today :'3

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Nicholas Chopper and Elphaba Chopper

The Tahoe Lodge ~ Earth, Lake Tahoe

"..we've spoken about this before, Nick- you can't just force them to come back with us..! It's not right; and somewhere inside, you know it... I know you do..."

The normally peaceful atmosphere of the car was broken by the desperate, and almost pleading sound of her voice as she once more tried to get through to her husband- just how many times did they need to have this argument before it finally got through..? This wasn't a decisions that he could make on everyone's behalf; not when it was going to effect their whole life, and everything that they had ever known to be real... The children needed to make this choice on their own... and he didn't even want to give them that chance...

"..we're talking about children here... and not just about uprooting their lives, but also turning them upside down- they are going to question everything they've ever known, and we have no idea how they're going to react to anything we tell them..." Twisting her body around in the passenger seat of the car, Elphaba reached her hand out to rest lightly over his own, her soft lips parted slightly as she looked up at him with a saddened look on her features, her fingers curling as she lightly brushed her thumb back and forth over the back of his hand in a comforting manner, "..please Nick... you can't make them do something they don't want to do; you have to let them decide for themselves..."

Nick, or Mark, as he was called here on Earth, narrowed his eyes a bit in concentration as he watched the pavement in front of him, his hands tightening on the steering wheel in front of him as he drove himself and his wife to the Lodge where everything was just about to come full circle. She was right, they had argued this point before - numerous times - ever since they got here. But his mind remained firm on the subject. The children shouldn't be allowed a choice.

"They don't belong here, Zelena." Mark told her firmly, refraining from rolling his eyes. How many times was she going to bring this up? "They will learn our world just the same. A hatchling won't learn to fly unless the mother pushes them out of the nest." He kept from looking over at his wife.

"A hatchling..? Nick- they aren't birds; they're children..!" Clenching her jaw slightly at the blatant use of her pseudo name, Elphaba pulled her hand back towards her, bringing it once more to settle in her lap though she was sure to keep her gaze upon the man she had loved for the better part of her life, unable to help the way that her eyes betrayed her as hurt flashed across their surface.

"..and that is not my name..."

"It is while we're here." Mark shot back quickly, a bit of a snap in his voice. He was silent for a few moments, then spoke up once more in a softer, though still firm tone. "We were sent here to do a job. We were given instruction to change our names. This is who we are here. And until we return with the children, it is who we will remain to be."

Slowing the speed of the car, Mark quietly pulled into the parking lot of the Lake Tahoe lodge and began to search out a parking space.

"Our job now is to find Pinocchio. He and the other guardians need to be informed with what has been happening in our world. The Sorcerer told me that he will be a hard one to communicate with and may not want to return with us. So we need to change that before we speak with the children."

"No..!"

The smallest flicker of a green ember seemed to light up behind her eyes as she raised her voice in answer- he was doing it again... making decisions for people who had to make the choice for themselves, and she was over it...

Closing her eyes, Elphaba turned her head off to the side, taking a few moments to clear her mind of the sudden flash of anger that crossed her path before slowly, she let her dark eyes open once more, her voice softer... more controlled as she spoke out, her attention then turning back over to where he sat in the drivers seat, "..I understand that Pinocchio is our priority right now; but he too was nothing more than a child when we were sent to this place..."

Pausing for a moment, she lifted her hand up from where it had been rested in her lap, her fingers lightly brushing over the amulet she wore around her neck- one of four that had been gifted to the guardians upon being appointed, "..our job is to keep the children safe; and if they believe themselves safer here in this world, then let them stay- let them decide their own fate... and Pinocchio should be given that very same liberty as well."

"Our job..." Nick said, though this time through slightly gritted teeth. "..is to ensure the children's safety. We can't do that after we return to our world. We won't be looking out for them. They must come with us. All of them. Pinocchio agreed to the job before all of this. He knew what he had to do." He was quiet for another moment as he found a parking spot and pulled the car into it. "We should have never been sent here. It... it isn't right. We are interfering in things that shouldn't be interfered with. So we need to make it right by having everyone come back and let things play out the way it was supposed to be."

"Damn it Nick..!"

Not bothering to give him a chance to respond her outburst, she turned back around in her seat, her hand reaching out and fumbling with the handle for a few brief moments before she pushed it open, stepping out and being sure that she was well clear of it before she turned and slammed it shut behind her, causing the two small animals in the backseat to whimper and jump at the sudden loud noise.

"Do you think I wanted to be here..? Do you think I want to leave the children here in this world..? Without our protection and guidance... Is that really what you believe..?" Staring at him from over the top of the car as he stepped out of the drivers side, she shook her head lightly from side to side, her brows furrowing together and her eyes showing nothing but pain and sadness as she continued to watch him for that little bit longer before opening the back door so that she could grab her emerald green overnight bag, handbag and the small orange kitten as it tried to attack her fingers; the woman quickly though carefully closing the door afterword to make sure her husbands dog didn't have the chance to escape before he had the chance to grab it.

Mark remained silent during his wife's outburst, taking his time to shut off the car, unbuckle, and exit. Shutting the driver side door, he then went to the back seat, letting the small Cairn Terrier puppy out which immediately trotted off to go sniff at things, though never ventured too far from his side.

"It is our job to bring them back home, where they belong." he reaffirmed, clutching the strap of his duffel bag and swung it over his shoulder. He winced, somehow forgetting about the shooting pain he often-times got through his arm and shoulder - a reminder of his past life that had managed to follow him to this world. Ignoring it for the time being, however, Mark tried to connect his eyes with Elphaba's to hammer in his words with a steely gaze.

"I don't care if our job is to join a goddamn circus, and run around as clowns for the rest of our lives- we're talking about their basic rights here, Nick." Tightening the grip she had over the handle of her overnight case, Elphaba turned away from the car, her own cold and rather uncharacteristically hard gaze holding that of her husband for a few moments longer as she led the way towards the entrance of the lodge.

"..and I'm not going to allow you to take that away from them."

"You're being impractical." Mark said, shaking his head as he followed after. Though after realizing the puppy had become distracted with a bug on the asphalt, he cleared his throat and whistled. "Toto, come." The puppy sprung to attention and bounded after him, sticking close to his leg.

"It's pointless to further argue the point, Zelena. The children didn't have a choice in coming here. The children don't have a choice in returning. End of discussion."

"..and you're being a tyrant."

Stopping dead in the middle of the pathway and causing some of the others moving about to have to go around her, Elphaba turned back around to face him, her dark eyes narrowing as she once more met with his gaze, "But you're right... the children had no choice when they were sent here; neither did we, and that's why we're going to let them choose their fate... let them make their own path, and allow them to follow it. Don't argue with me Nick, because that's how it's going to be..."

Holding his gaze a few moments longer, she slowly turned herself back around, her long and wavy chocolate brown locks bouncing lightly over her shoulders as she once more began to lead the way inside, though this time making it past the doors and into the lobby, "Oh; and end of discussion, Mark."

Standing rigid, almost statuesque, Mark only moved when Zelena headed inside the hotel, stooping down to scoop up the small dog to hold him under the belly with a single hand and at his side to ensure it's safety. Toto squirmed around a bit, but it wasn't anything Mark couldn't handle.

Following her inside, he approached the front counter and made the necessary arrangements for their room. Just two nights - if all went according to The Sorcerer's plan.

"Holding steadfast to why we are here, we still need to find Pinocchio." Mark told Zelena, keeping his voice down so as not to be overheard by the other guests, acting as though their squabble moments before had never happened.

..by Oz, he could be frustrating at times... but she'd be damned if she didn't love him...

Pursing her lips, and quirking her eyebrows ever so slightly as he did what he could to brush the conversation aside as though it had never happened, Elphaba turned her attention back down to the small kitten she held in her arms, her fingers lightly running over Oliver's fur in a soothing manner causing the feline in question to begin to purr soundly as it rested itself up against her chest.

"..fine- but we still have time to find him. We can't make any moves until the opening of Snow-fest tomorrow night anyway; and then, we can't leave until the following day- and only with the kids who actually want to go." Pausing her actions as she spoke, she let her dark gaze flick up to meet with her husbands for only a moment before she once more relaxed, her hand slipping down into her pocket before she found what it was she was looking for, and pulled her mobile out so that she could look at the screen, checking for any messages before she slipped it away, her hand then reaching out expectantly for one of the two key cards to their room.

"..and I haven't heard from Frost in a couple of hours... last he said, he was on his way, and that he would meet up with me when we were all here..."

"The sooner we find him, the sooner we can debrief him on what's been going on - and then he can start to at least act like a Guardian." There was a bitter edge to Mark's tone as he spoke about Pinocchio. He didn't know much, only that he had fallen far, far from the tree. He tried reasoning with The Sorcerer that it would just be best to leave him out of it, to let the adults do the job, but The Sorcerer was unyielding.

Setting down the duffel bag, Mark retrieved one of the key cards and handed it over to her. Then, opening up the duffel bag, he found a small, red leash sitting on the top and clipped it onto Toto's collar, finally able to set him down and then handed the other end of the leash to Zelena.

"So I'm off to do just that. We'll meet up for dinner later." He reached his head forward to press a quick, almost only for show kiss to her cheek and then retrieved his duffel bag, zipping it back up so that he could sling it back over his shoulder.

Of course that was how things were going to be- business first, business last. There was no in between when it came to Nick... not since his heart had been ripped from his chest by that witch back in Oz anyway...

Transferring the leash into the hand of the arm she was using to hold her kitten, she couldn't help but frown, pain flashing across the surface of her eyes as she turned her head lightly to the side, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly as she felt him press a kiss upon her cheek- everything was for show... it was who he was... and it had been like that since long before they had been sent to Earth...

"..okay... I'll make us a reservation..." Shifting her bags in her arms so that she had more room, she held out her now free hand, waiting for him to give her his duffel before she slung it over her own shoulder, her hand then reaching back to take the handle of her overnight bag once more- if he was on a mission to hunt out Pinocchio, then he wouldn't be heading to the room any time soon...

"..I'll see you later..." Sighing dejectedly at the thought that she wasn't going to be spending any down time with her husband on this trip, Elphaba let out a soft and short whistle, gaining Toto's attention before she glanced down at the room number on the key card, her feet already carrying her, and all the luggage they had down the hall and towards the elevator...

It was going to be a long three days...

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Hey everyone..!

Alrighty, just an update on what's going on with the roleplay..!
Right now, I regret to inform you all that our awesome Co-GM, Ghost, is quite busy... for lack of better words, life is kicking his butt... but then, I'm more than sure that we all know how that feels; so we're going to help him out as much as we possibly can..! As of this moment onward (until further notice given), I shall be NPC'ing and posting up for his three characters: Alexander Katts, Yen Sid, and Nicholas Chopper. How can you help..? If you have characters who would like to interact with any of these three, please shoot me a message, and I shall happily do what I can to make that a reality.

Also to help out with the current situation, and to make things easier and less stressful on my current Co-GM's, I am happy to say that I will be promoting our own Yoshi into being our third Co-GM. If you have any questions or queries, and I am not around to answer them, please feel free to shoot a message, or to ask Yoshi or Poly, and they will do what they can to help out.

Let's all pick up our pom poms, and cheer Ghost on as he continues his quest to kick lifes butt..!
Thanks guys for being so understanding, it means so much to not only me, but I'm sure it means a lot to Ghost as well. :)

Love all you awesome nerds <3
Vicier~

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Gaston Le' Gume, Alexander Katts and Isabella De' Fortesque

Avonlea, Province ~ Fairy Tale World

Leaning forward ever so slightly she relaxed her dark brown eyes softening and her lips turning up in a slight smile as she reached out her hand pressing gently against the neck of the horse that she had owned as far back as she could remember her nails gently scratching against the thoroughbred's fur her expression dropping instantly as she heard the sound of a familiar yet slightly arrogant voice whining at her from somewhere behind causing her to look back at the man who was trying to get her attention, the French accents there though not very prominent while conversing amongst each other, "Isabella... Can't you slow down..? You wouldn't want to leave your King behind now would you..?"

Rolling her eyes she sat herself back up straight her hand slowly trailing back over Cyrano's mane before once more taking up the reigns her features once again expressionless as she focused on the path ahead of them, "We are making good time, Gaston. If we continue at this pace we shall be back at the castle in a matter of minutes, if we slow it will take us longer... Do you see why it appeals to me that we keep the speed we have?"

Pouting at her answer to his question he flicked the reigns of his own horse urging it forward until he was riding right on her heels the large stag pelts bouncing lightly on the horses rear, "And why would I leave you behind? It would be such a shame if the great hunter got left behind and wasn't able to find his way back home from a hunting trip... Why did you insist on me coming along anyway, there was no need for me to do so. You are more than capable of taking down a stag or two on your own."

"Because..." Scrunching his face up childishly he pouted closing the gap between the two of them causing them to now ride side by side his body leaning away from his horse and closer to her his head tilting and dropping back as he continued to whine though now there seemed to be a hint of lust flitting through his eyes, "Well I had hopes of hunting something that wasn't deer... I can't say it isn't an animal though."

Sitting up straight he steered his horse right up against hers his arm reaching out until he was able to tightly grip hold of her upper thigh showing her what he wanted and knowing full well that she wouldn't resist him when she had orders to escort him on this little trip of his, "I mean, you do get down on all fours and purr like a kitty for me when I touch you in all the right places..."

Narrowing her eyes slightly she kept her steely gaze on the path ahead as the two of them passed through the gates into the castle grounds she brought her hand back taking a tight hold of his before she removed it clicking her tongue twice the signal causing her horse to quicken the pace putting space between the two of them, "Gaston, you get what I choose to give to you and nothing mo-..."

She froze quickly pulling back on the reigns as her eyes fell upon the bloodied corpses that were once the castle guards her actions causing Cyrano to protest slightly the creature turning on the spot showing it's agitation for being stopped so suddenly, "Gaston..."

Gritting his teeth his jaw clenched as he pulled on the reigns of his own horse coming to a stop beside Belle his own eyes surveying the scene before them before he swung his leg over stepping down off the horse, "Isabella! Come, now!"

Sitting up straight as soon as she heard the tone of his voice change she nodded her own body slipping down off the saddle quickly adjusting her bow on her shoulder as she followed after him up the stairs and into the castle leaving the two horses to graze on the grounds, "My men are trained to keep people out, whoever did this is no ordinary person."

Lifting his hand up he gripped hold of his bow tightly pulling it from his shoulder holding it against his side as he wandered through the halls, "Do not worry your pretty little face my dear, once this is dealt with we can retire to my chambers and you can give me one of those massages I enjoy so much."

Reaching up she followed his lead pulling her own bow down from her shoulder a slight laugh escaping her lips as she swung her arms back and forth at her sides the two of them turning the corner heading into the throne room where most unwanted guests tended to gather when they weren't around, "Heh. I'm sorry, I have other plans for the rest of my day, and they don't involve you or your body."

The immense throne room, usually holding an air of hushed veneration and awe now seemed quiet and empty. Scattered on the ground in every couple places were the remains of any guard who tried to stop the Assassin's approach. There was little in the way of injuries to be seen on the corpses: a slice to the throat, a stab wound between the armored plates, a fractured neck. There was precision to these injuries, a certain amount of care involved - experienced hands wielding an experienced blade.

At the back of the room, sitting atop the 'King's' own throne was Katts, a curious look across his usually neutral or grinning features as he twirled a bloodied dagger in his fingers, his movements demonstrating the same precision and dexterity used in the murder of the guards. Though there was blood gleaming off the blade, none could be seen on the Assassin; as though he took great care ensuring a clean kill.

"Maleficent sends her regards..." Katts said formally, his twirling motions of the dagger stopping as he instead held the blade firmly in his hand, an almost threatening position.

"What? No pie? Such a shame, what type of guest are you anyway..." Lifting his arms up slightly he shook his head his expression showing that he was truly hurt at the thought that someone could be so cruel as to not bring their host a gift, "Do you really not know the rules of etiquette, or are you just playing dumb? Cause if you're just playing dumb, then I might have to teach you some lessons..."

Dropping his playful facade Gaston tilted his head slightly showing no signs of emotion as he reached out pulling an arrow from his quiver being sure to notch it properly before he pulled back letting it fly in the direction of their so called guest.

Tilting his head to the side curiously with a half-smile, though no other readable emotion or expression on his features, Katts made no motion to move as Gaston notched and fired an arrow going straight towards him.

"If the Queen really want's to get it on with me, I'll be more than willing to give her a night she'll never forget... But she'll have to come personally. I don't like the idea of having sex via correspondence."

Turning her head slightly her eyes flicked over to Gaston watching him for a moment before she once more returned her gaze back to the man who was sitting on the throne the young woman staying silent... For now...

"You however, can leave. Unless you're hiding my sexy Queen somewhere in one of your coat pockets, you're not welcome here..."

As the arrow soared closer to reaching its mark, Katts' free hand shot straight out with lightning-fast reflexes, catching the arrow by the shaft mid-flight, just over six inches from reaching his head. The Assassin, ignoring Gaston's words for the time being instead chose to examine the arrow fired at him. "Sloppy, inaccurate. Did you mean to kill me with this?" Katts asked, dropping the arrow onto the floor with a small clatter.

"The Queen put you in your position, Gaston... I know you think that thing between your legs gives you some kind of special privilege, but Maleficent can take both your rule... and your manhood away if she so wishes." Katts added, keeping a calm and composed tone, as though he were rebuking a young child as opposed to lecturing a grown man who just tried to kill him.

Quietly watching as Gaston's arrow sloppily flew through the air towards the target that was the man sitting upon his throne she reached back behind her the action taking nothing more than a couple of seconds as she drew her own arrow letting it soar through the air as a warning shot the tip of it nipping against his ear before becoming embedded in the cushion that he rested against, "Your facts... are ill aligned. The Queen indeed put someone into power, however it was his father, Clayton... The man was stupid and got himself killed for all we know, and it is due to that fact that Gaston is now in power. It is his right, not her choice."

Having been focused on talking to the 'King', Katts did not take in account the young woman in his company would have better aim than he did. As the arrow whizzed past, grazing his ear before embedding inches beside him, Katts stifled a hiss of pain, the only sign of him having been struck being a split-second wince that disappeared as quickly as it had come followed by Katts lifting his two first fingers up to dab at the blood that was forming around the cut.

Warning shots... an idiot's practice. A warning shot did absolutely nothing but give away one's intention, waste a perfect moment to kill and gave Katts a firsthand view of studying their posture, their method. Even now he was seeing how the young woman's fingers twitched, how her pose was stiff, vigilant, like a serpent ready to strike. Her gaze was fixed, cold, much like his own.

'So she is more than looks... hm... the best ones are.' Katts thought to himself with a slightly raised eyebrow, though no other change in expression followed this thought.

As she began to speak, however, his mouth split into a wide grin, as though he was sincerely amused by them. "You do not understand, Mademoiselle. Every choice is her choice." Katts replied, using the hand that had been dabbing up blood to now cup his chin.

"Mmm, Isabella... Vous êtes tellement chaud quand vous obtenez ennuyé ..." Slipping his bow back over his shoulder he couldn't help the smirk that crossed over his lips his arms folding over his chest as he ignored whatever it was the Queens man was saying to him instead opting to let his eyes roam up and down her body letting them linger on her ass for a few moments before lifting them up to stare at her breasts.

Tensing her jaw she held up one of her hands to him silencing him before he spoke anymore the young woman not wanting to have to deal with his womanizing antics while helping him to keep what he believed was his more prized possession, "Ne commencez pas avec moi pendant que vous êtes menacé crétin, avez-vous rien appris..."

Katts' grin faded once again as he noted the interaction between Gaston and the young woman with him. Though he did not speak fluent French himself, the tones, inflections and facial expressions were telling him all he needed to know. The human body, such a pinnacle of biology could so easily reveal itself through action alone. Words were tedious more likely than not.

Everything was falling right into play, Gaston was ogling the young woman, completely ignoring Katts like the fool he was. 'Pathetic excuse for a hunter, no matter how many beasts he has to show for it...' Katts thought to himself before quickly executing a number of ideas in his head. Maleficent told him to put the Hunter back in his place but not to kill him.

Movelessly aiming the perfect spot to throw, Katts abruptly stood up, the dagger in his hand was held with much more grace as he sent it flying towards the hunter with a single sweeping motion of his arm. The blade whizzed through the air, cutting the strap that held Gaston's quiver to his back, sending the pouch and its arrows to the ground; the dagger skidding to a fine halt on the immaculately polished floor.

Her expression remained cold as she pushed Gaston's voice into the background focusing more on the man who had managed to catch her attention with both his words and actions each calculating and disciplined something she tried to practice with her own movements, moving only a second after he had she shot her arm back gripping hold of three more of her own arrows the woman letting the arrows fly towards him each hitting their mark perfectly and each grazing against his body; the first nipping at his jaw, the second brushing against his rib-cage under the arm he had extended to throw the dagger, and the third brushing against his hip.

Katts made a quick evasive sidestep just as the arrows flew past, the arrows indeed making their mark but all but the one aimed at his jaw being blocked by his armored clothing. The pain was little, but just noticeable to be irritating. Nonetheless, Katts grinned widely, clearly impressed... or amused.

Using the arrows as a distraction she quickly closed the gap between them her hand gripping the bow coming up to quickly do away with her cape letting it fall to the ground as she pulled her own dagger lifting it up and pressing it against his neck as she stood before him her expression showing that she couldn't care less though her tone (put on for the sake of Gaston) held a dangerous note, "Je voudrais regarder votre étape... I do not care what it is you do while you are here... but do not mess with my meal ticket... at least not while I can still get more from him..."

Katts raised an eyebrow as the mysterious woman closed the distance that separated them, dropping her cloak to reveal a rather revealing tight leather outfit.

'Hm... perhaps the Hunter's distraction was somewhat justified...' Katts thought to himself before the cold steel of the woman's dagger was pressed against his throat. Her expression, her eyes were all somewhat bored, though her tone sounded dangerous... to Gaston. To Katts he could pick up the apathy, the disinterest. This woman was most likely amused by Katts' display, if anything, though he did not have any proof of this.

Not intrigued enough, however, to continue on with this display, Katts shot out his hand once again, latching tightly onto her wrist and twisting roughly in hopes of disarming her. In a split second he locked one of his legs with hers, pulling her in a stumble before his other hand pushed against her chest (dangerously close to her breasts) to send her hard to the ground, placing a single boot on her stomach, a twitch of his foot revealing a small knife blade that extended out the tip.

"You misunderstand me... I have no intentions of killing your... brute, yet. Merely show him who's in charge." Katts explained simply, procuring the Hatter's dagger from his coat and holding it aloft, just in case 'King' Gaston tried to play hero.

Gaston clenched his jaw tightly his eye twitching ever so slightly as he kept his gaze fixed on the scene that was playing out in front of him the young King not fussed by the fact that his arrows had been separated from him before clattering down to the ground behind where he stood, balling his hands into fists his arms crossed tighter over his chest his body tensing as he watched his best fighter fall to the ground at the assassins feet the one of many daggers that she had been using clattering to the ground moments before she had joined it but that wasn't what he had been focusing on. No. The fact that he so blatantly believed that it was okay for him to touch her in the first place, the fact that his hand had come into contact with her skin and even her clothes... the fact that he had been so close to touching the breasts that he himself had already claimed to be his and his alone.

"Vous osez toucher ma femme..!" Small snaps and cracks began to sound as his grip on his bow became too much in his anger eventually causing the strong but delicate wood to snap leaving it completely useless to him, "You dare to let your fingers even graze against her skin... Leave but a single mark upon my Isabella, and I promise you that you shall take your last breath standing here in this room."

Mouth twitching visibly at Gaston's words, Katts slowly turned his head towards the Hunter to look at him directly, keeping his boot firmly kept on the woman's stomach to hold her down.

"Your Majesty... I would highly recommend you think before speaking. You may have such luxuries with your normal enemies, but I will inform you, one cannot take back words... and I never forget. I will give you this one, but presume to threaten me again and I will kill you and tell the Queen as such. Your expiration... will mean little in the grand scheme of things." Katts explained, his voice venomous and cold, though he didn't raise his voice, which was the worst part; speaking as though he controlled Gaston like a beaten hound.

"Oh pour l'amour de dieux..." Unable to help the annoyed and frustrated words from escaping her lips as Gaston's angered words floated across the room towards her she gritted her teeth her arms shooting up to hold tightly onto Katts' leg her stomach muscles tensing under the weight of his foot as she got ready for what she had to do, pulling herself up against his leg she scrunched up her face pain shooting through her body as she felt the blade slip into her stomach something that she would need to deal with but that could wait till later, right now she had to get out from under him. Pushing one of her feet into the ground she threw her leg up into the air the other quick to follow the young woman using what flexibility she had as she wrapped them tightly around the leg that he was using to keep her down and against the ground.

Closing her eyes she lowered her back down to the floor trying her best to ignore the pain and blood that was now gracing her body both stemming from the wound she had inflicted upon herself by her own actions moments before, her shoulder blades arching as she pushed her lower body up twisting it around at what looked like an uncomfortable angle before she quickly bent her legs pulling them into her chest, her voice coming out as more of a grunt as she held the position hoping that it would throw him off guard enough so that it would give her some sort of opening to get back up to her feet, "You truly believe that he'll learn to think before he speaks? Heh... you obviously haven't spent enough time down here in Province..."

Stumbling slightly but never losing balance, Katts nevertheless had to step off her, giving her ample time to stand to her feet. His eyes shot down to the bloodied blade sticking out of his boot, knowing she tested her own luck trying to escape.

"Hm... brave. A kind word for stupidity. You injured yourself to escape when you could have potentially reached the same conclusion without wound." Katts stated coolly, eyes glancing down at the bleeding hole in her belly.

"The blade wasn't meant to kill, merely cause injury, distraction. Superficial at best, poisoned at worst." Katts commented, making a cryptic allusion to the possibility he had coated such a blade in poison.

"I suppose the next few hours will determine as such." He added lastly with a small half-smirk.

Twisting her body slightly she lifted herself back up onto her feet her eyebrow raising slightly as she tilted her head looking over at Katts holding her gaze for a few moments before she turned her attention back away from him, lowering her hand she pressed her palm gently against the wound on her stomach for a couple of moments before she lifted it back up her eyes examining the blood that was covering it causing the corner of her lip to twitch slightly, "If I've been poisoned, I can handle it. It doesn't take much to learn what has been used, nor to find what to use to reverse the effects. It will not take me long to do."

"I would expect naught less from one who displays the body language of a huntress. Your stance, the way you carry yourself, the piercing look in your eyes. You are a trained killer... for a different prey, perhaps, but a killer nonetheless." Katts replied before turning his attention over to Gaston, "Despite this pretentious show you intended to play for me, my reasoning and purpose still stand. You will shape up, you will lead a better nation. The consequences of disobeying will be... extremely painful; for you."

"Vous avez endommagé mon Isabella..!" Throwing his broken bow to the side he narrowed his eyes glaring at the Queen's man his anger clear in his words and in his actions though he knew better than to act upon it when his life was on the line, going after him for inflicting pain on Belle (even if it had been her own fault) was going to get him nowhere but into an early grave, something he wasn't planning on until after he had lived a long and comfortable life with her at his side, "I will be sure to keep things running here, and to prove it I will have my girl start on improving production. Now get out of my sight! You have done enough damage here!"

Smirking softly Belle turned to face Katts her bloodied hand reaching out to press against his cheek as she passed him by her fingers sliding down until she gripped hold of his chin between her thumb and forefinger, "I beg to differ... I think you should stick around. I could use some company with intelligence rather than having to put up with the so called 'brute' over there..."

Chuckling softly she pushed his head away as she dropped her hand back by her side ignoring the blood dripping down her stomach as she moved off to the side of the room heading for a table covered in fruit and jugs so she could get herself some water.

Katts kept a blank expression as her hand ran down his face, leaving a sticky trail of blood in its wake. The woman was an enigma, and even one as perceptive as Katts was unable to pinpoint her true loyalty, her true feelings. The body says many things, as do the eyes and lips... but what lies in a person's heart is the most protected.

"You intrigue me, Huntress. But I will respectfully decline your offer." Katts replied, breaking the small silence as he verbally ignoring Gaston, though he made his way towards the front doors.

Stopping by the same food-laden table as she had, Katts let a single deft hand procure a green apple from the bowl.

Mouth twitching slightly as he could see his bloodied face in the shined silver of the pitcher, Katts quickly procured one of the many neatly folded napkins that were dotted across the table, dipping a single corner into the water pitcher before meticulously running it down the side of his face, leaving only small droplets of water behind.

Letting the napkin fall back onto the table, Katts gave the Huntress one more nod of farewell, though his eyes still held that same sort of piqued curiosity in them. Before he could say or do anything more, however, he turned around, headed towards the front door, being sure to recover the blade he had severed Gaston's quiver with before doing so.

With one more look behind him, Katts exited the castle, the large front door closing with a resounding thud.

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~CONGRATULATIONS~

On behalf of all our awesome roleplayers; I want to wish our Co-GM, Ghost, a happy graduation day!! Hope you have a great day honey!!

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Hey guys; just calling for a quick roll call- if you guys are still round and still interested in the rp, please respond to this message.

P.S.
I have not forgotten about you guys..! My work has been a bit busy as of late, but I'm trying my best to make up for that now by getting the roleplay moving once again..! :'3

I apologize for the delay..!

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@smarty0114; I'm here! Waiting on posts from other characters before I can make anymore for mine- also, feel free to do another Peter/Wendy post if you want o:

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~General Information~

Name (Fairy Tale World): Jack Frost.
Other Names (Fairy Tale World): Father Frost, Guardian of Fun, Nightlight, Old Man Winter.
Real Name (Fairy Tale World): Jackson Overland Frost.
Occupation (Fairy Tale World): Guardian/ Unemployed.
Place Of Origin: Russia.
Age: 421.
Affiliation (Fairy Tale World): Chaotic Good.

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Looking around 16-19 Years Old):


Appearance - Earth (Looks 29-31 Years Old):


Wardrobe Style (Fairy Tale World/Earth):
(Presently) - Before Jack went to Earth, he wore a simple, blue hoodie with brown pants and walked around barefoot. Comfort is extremely valued over fashion and Jack was never one for staying with the trends. On Earth, he’s found his clothes to be acceptable so he stuck with the same wardrobe. However, shoes are an important part of the culture on Earth and so, he’s bought a bare of tennis shoes.

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single
Partner: None.
Father: Unknown.
Mother: Unknown.
Siblings: Flee (deceased).
Pet/s: None.
Other: None.

Detailed Relationships

Coming Soon..

~Personal Information~

Personality:
Despite his age, there are few as playful as Jack. There’s never a moment you won’t find him pulling pranks or cackling with laughter. People leaving Jack’s presence will only feel two emotions- completely annoyed to no end or smiling with pure happiness. He loves making others happy, although his mischievous self does tend to put him in quite the trouble. Not just everyone can handle the explosion of Jack Frost at first. Those who do hate him tend to warm up as times goes along, although there still are a few who absolutely detest him. Jack doesn’t mind though; he simply goes with the flow. It’s almost impossible to make him cry or be sad for he always looks on the positive side of things. Whenever you do find Jack upset, something truly bad is probably happening… (or he is simply pulling another prank on you!)

Rules are meant to be broken, as Jack would say. There’s no fun in following orders. Jack would much rather spend his time exploring or spreading the joy of winter. He lives by his rules and no one else’s. The other guardians sometimes even question how he was made one of them. Jack simply believes that people should live by their own standards of rules and decide their own fate, instead of letting the world chain you to the floor and create the path for your own future. He also strongly disagrees with the idea of fate. No one can decide their future except their own self. Jack does however understand the importance of the children staying on Earth and as such, listens to the most necessary rules, but still shows a bit of defiance here and there.

Jack is incredibly determined. Once he makes a goal, he will stick with it until the very end. Giving up never gets you anywhere. Jack has a difficult time working with others, as the majority of his life was spent alone. He feels comfortable doing things alone and having others tag along feels uncomfortable and foreign. Of course Jack will try his utmost best to make things work. Somehow, he finds a way but things can be quite awkward when there’s some group project. On Earth, the majority of his time is spent away from the other guardians and more on his own.

Sometimes Jack possess an incredibly low self-esteem. Much of his time is spent alone and he often experiences doubt in his ability as a leader, especially a guardian. He only knows how to be fun and taking care of royal children can seem like a struggle at times. Putting faith in others is fine but believing in himself is where problems begin to spark. Sometimes he likes to take long walks, alone, to simply think about himself, the world, and where he stands in it. Few people are aware of this side though for he’d rather freeze to death than let another person see it. He can be quite secretive if he wishes to be.

While his behavior might suggest otherwise, Jack has gained a wide variety of knowledge and is incredibly wise. He’s lived over hundreds of years and has seen things many people would never imagine witnessing. People from all over the Fairy Tale lands have come for his advice, if they can stand his big personality and find him in the first place that is. Jack simply listens to what people have to say as most of the time, people only need an ear to hear their troubles. All of his advice is given from past experiences he’s seen, usually told through stories.

Strengths:
-Jack is an excellent fighter, using Parkour and Kendo as well as martial arts to create his own fighting style. From years of practice, Jack has developed perfect timing and skills, enabling him to dodge enemy attacks and instantly respond by calculating his body and staff movements to be able to deliver is hown attacks. He also pays close attention to his enemy’s movements.

-Listening is key for Jack’s advice and he can be quite the listener

Weaknesses:
-Very childish, Jack sometimes doesn’t take things serious enough. If the issue doesn’t seem pressing enough, he tends to slack off and goes his own way.

-Working with others is something Jack has no experience in. He’s quite awkward and much prefers to work solo.
Magic Capabilities:
A Spirit of winter, Jack holds the power to manipulate frost, snow, and ice. Over the many years of his life, he’s come to learn how to send energy bursts of ice toward approaching enemies as well as freeze objects completely over. Not only that but Jack is able to create images from frosted windows, freeze water as he steps on it, and conjure indoor snowfall. Cold weather also has no affect on him. Most of his magic is done through his staff but the source of Jack’s magic is within him.

Flying is even possible through Jack’s winter magic. He floats like one of his snowflakes and uses the wind to fly through the sky, propelling himself in order to go faster. Jack was also made the guardian of fun for he has the power to bewitch others with feelings of fun and happiness with the mere touch of his snowball or snowflake.

Leaves are also at Jack’s command for he can control the leaves of any tree or plant (except Mandrake) to do almost anything at this command. He can use them to keep watch, change color, fly, and even return to their own tree. They communicate through a unique language and the leaves treat Jack as though he was a leave himself and their king.

Jack is able to manipulate his physical age, changing into any age he chooses to be. This is what enables him to be ageless. None of these abilities work on Earth, however.

Weapons:
The only weapon Jack wields is a magic staff called Twinetender, coming from a willow tree that lived on ancient burial grounds of Mohican Indians. To the Mohicans, the trees were known as Warriors Willow for its branches formed the strongest and flexible staffs and bows. They believed each limb of the tree to have the spirit of warrior, able to help any who wielded it only if that individual were brave and contained a true heart. To Jack, Twinetender is his friend and protector. It’s able to alert him of danger and hone it gifts to speak to the wind and learn the language of the leaves.

While on Earth, twinetender is a little keychain he carries with him wherever he goes.

Brief Biography (Life In The Fairy Tale World):
Before Jack became the Guardian of Fun, he was a simple boy residing in a small town in Russia. In this form, he was the still rebellious and fun boy he is today but he possessed none of his powerful magical abilities. His childhood was happy and warm, caring parents and an adorable, little sister. Life was good, as it should be. Of course, all good stories eventually must come to an end. One typical afternoon, Jack took his sister, Flee, ice skating on a frozen lake near their cozy home. The ice began to slightly crack near Flee, who completely froze in fear of falling into the cold depths of the water. Jack created a game of Hopscotch and used his staff to rescue his little sister, but at the cost of his own life. The Man in the Moon saw Jack’s sacrifice as an act of heroism and transformed him into a Winter spirit, giving birth to Jack Frost. All of his memories were wiped away and he was able to start new adventures around the Fairy Tale world an immortal being (although he can be killed, he just won’t age).

Life was relatively easy for Jack. He wondered around the world spreading mischief and happiness as he went. There was never a dull moment with Jack around. No rules, no obligations, just fun and enjoyment. It wasn’t long before Jack had visited most parts of the Fairy Tale world, creating a reputation of both spreading disaster wherever he went and making even the most angry of people smile. Thirteen years ago, Jack was to be made a guardian of fun by the Man in the Moon but the dark queen’s evil rising quickly changes plans for Jack’s future. Instead, he was made a guardian to watch over the children on Earth.

Brief Biography (Life On Earth):
Adjusting to a world without his winter magic or aging abilities was rather difficult for Jack, although he would never admit it. He could never settle in, instead Jack traveled around the world, mainly staying in the US. Working at jobs only when necessary, Jack has worked almost everywhere. From McDonalds to the circus, he’s practically done it all, waiting until the day he could return home.

~Other Information~

Other: Jack has a rather fond obsession over the human candy and can often be found storing lots of candies in his bags. They’re just so tasty!!

~Theme Song~

Jack’s Theme.