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[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

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Name: Ribbit Other Names: The Frog Prince, Prince Real Name: Naveen Repholza Age: 26 Occupation: None Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age Thirteen): Appearance - Today (Age Twenty-six): Cursed After the Curse is broken

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Personality Traits: Naveen is an exceptionally outgoing, easygoing, laid-back, smooth-talking and music-loving Prince. He often-times makes exclamations in his native tongue of Maldonian, his favorite being "Achidanza" whenever he sees or witnesses something he especially likes. He is fun-loving and lazy, but a well educated philanderer. He loves to dance and play music, having learned to play a variety of musical instruments at a young age. Although he has a lot of innocent charm to him, Naveen's childhood was spent spoiled, having servants wait on him hand and foot, day after day for years upon years. Though not with malice, Naveen didn't exactly treat his servants very well, either, showing a constant lack of appreciation to any and all who had ever served him. He has a love for women that stemmed from a very early age, however the furthest he was able to get was a couple ballroom dances with some older princesses due to being cursed at the age of thirteen. Whilst seeing himself as a heavy philanderer, he does have a huge romantic side to him that has only grown with his isolated age. Most of these traits have carried over into his curse though mostly it is out of spite as he realized as he grew up just how unbecoming of a Prince he really was, so he constantly mocks his younger self mostly by pretending to be vain, constantly commenting on how gorgeous and wonderful he is despite his cursed appearance. Underneath this guise, however, Naveen isn't at all as confident as he likes to believe, ultimately having a huge amount of disappointment in himself and treating others terribly throughout his childhood and wants nothing more than to make amends by 'paying it forward' in treating others he meets along the way with kindness. Skills: Not exactly without skill, Naveen doesn't have very many significant ones that need any particular explanation, however he does know how to play a variety of different string instruments as well as a few wind instruments like an ocarina or pan flute. Along with this, he is a skilled singer and dancer, able to adapt to any style of music and sometimes creates new ones of his own. He was well-educated as a boy on Maldonian history and the history of various other kingdoms, but most of that information has slipped from his mind as of date. He has a basic feel for survival skills, having been subjected into hiding for the last thirteen years and living off of the land (though keeping himself close enough to others for occasional conversation and learning 'today's news' so he can keep in touch with reality and know what is going on within the kingdoms). His fighting techniques are limited to the experience as child playing with a wooden sword out in the courtyard with his friends; same with a bow and arrow. Biography (Before Earth): Born in the kingdom of Maldonia, Naveen lived a life of a silver-spoon in his mouth at all times in a castle of polished marble with his mother and father (the King and Queen) and a few years later his younger brother, Prince Ralphie, joined the royal family. Growing up, Naveen was quite the freeloader, spending most of his time being waited on and never learning to do a thing for himself, including activities as basic and simple as cooking. His parents didn't seem to mind, wanting nothing but complete lavishment for their two boys and were too busy running the kingdom to have any personal time with either of them to want to teach them anything. When Naveen turned ten years old, he and his family took a trip to Swan Lake to pay tribute to the newest born royal to the land, a Princess by the name of Odette. It was during this time when Naveen and Ralphie were off busy playing, their parents came up with the most wonderful idea that when Odette was old enough to be married, Naveen would have her as a bride and the two kingdoms would come together in a strong union. Naveen was quickly brought to the newborn Princess after it had been decided, where Naveen's father bestowed the both of them with a swan necklace (in honor of Swan lake and the royal family's last name). For the next three years, Naveen was forced into visiting Swan Lake on a number of occasions so that he would become more comfortable with the area (and Odette) and get used to the idea of one day ruling the two lands. Naveen hated it, and often skipped out to hide from the royal servants who were ordered to take him back to Odette, but Naveen was tricky and resourceful, and often-times wasn't caught. Then, one day, Maleficent's tyranny came to a startling front. Immediately, Naveen and his family took their ship to cross the sea to Swan Lake to ensure that Naveen and Odette remain together, having heard from The Blue Fairy (their family guardian) of a portal that could keep their children safe in another land. However, upon arriving to the once familiar land, the King of Swan Lake and his child were nowhere to be found and instead, had been taken over by an evil sorcerer. Unfortunately for the Repholza family, Maleficent herself (a guest of the sorcerer Rothbart) had taken up a temporary residency within the kingdom's castle, and were none-the-less captured as her prisoners. Knowing that being held captive was not something in which they wanted their children subjected to, the King and Queen worked quickly trying their best to formulate a plan in which the family would be able to slip out leaving their captors behind. Using his knowledge of the castle, Naveen's father helped to coerce a few of the prison guards keeping watch over the royal family to allow them passage, reminding a few of them of their ties they had before they were subjected into working for Rothbart. After months of planning under Rothbart's nose, the Royal Family was finally given their chance to escape (thinking that Maleficent had returned to her own Kingdom) through the underground sewers. This was not the case, however, as it seemed Maleficent was far more resourceful and watchful of the Royal Family than Rothbart. Catching up with them before they could get too far, Maleficent (slightly fascinated with their will to escape) gave them a single chance to give to her their loyalty, offering them the life they once had if they chose to side with her. Straight out refusing her offer, the King and Queen urged Naveen to take his brother and escape the clutches of the evil that had spread through the land, however Maleficent was quick to act ripping the hearts of the royals from their chest, crushing them to dust in her hands before the eyes of the two young princes. Terrified of what they had just seen, Naveen shouted to his younger brother to run the two of them taking off as fast as their young legs would take them, though Maleficent was quick to act, her and Rothbart appearing on either side of them in a couple of thick plumes of purple smoke. The boys, having a few years of their school-yard play for experience and prior knowledge of the castle they were in, figured the best plan would be to split up using their quick pace and their small frames to slip past the evil sorcerers. Reacting to the sudden change in plan, both Maleficent and Rothbart sent magical blasts towards each of the boys quickly trying to apprehend them. Catching Ralphie square in the chest, Maleficent's blast sent him flying backwards, the younger boy crashing into the wall. Naveen, frightened and thinking the worst for his brother refused to look back, continuing on the path he was on as he attempted to run to freedom. Frustrated at the young child, both Maleficent and Rothbart shot yet another blast towards him in unison, their magic combining before catching up to their intended victim. One blast intended to stun while the other intended to curse, the combination of their magic caused both Maleficent and Rothbart to watch on as something that neither of them expected seemed to unfold before them. Their gaze caught sight of what looked to be both a frog and a human as it disappeared from sight, leaving them standing alone together in silent surprise. Their shock more than helped to give the prince plenty of time to get away from the castle, never to be seen or heard of again. That is, not until nearly eleven years later when Naveen was found and captured by Armand's shadows and taken prisoner in The Bayou. Biography (Life On Earth): Naveen had been taken by his father to the portals to reach this 'unreachable land' however they were too late and Naveen was never sent through. Other: Naveen always has a small mandolin on his person to play and sing to himself, he always has an umbrella made from leafs and other swamp-like materials. Though, the umbrella is mainly for show and theatrics. Naveen also has a particular necklace that was given to him after the birth of Princess Odette of Swan Lake, a keepsake from their parents to remind them that they were to be married once Odette reached her sixteenth birthday. He only holds onto it now because of Odette's sudden disappearance just before he himself was cursed into being a frog. He keeps it as a reminder of her, but keeps it hidden underneath his shirt. Theme Song: It's My Life - Bon Jovi

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Scar Lionhart and Freya Beauchamp - Present Day - The Pride Lands - Flashback - 13 Years Ago - The Pride Lands

Although Scar couldn't have been more relaxed, he had a terrible night sleeping. His mind was plagued with 'what ifs' pertaining to Odette, Rothbart, and the man Odette had brought with her that had displayed such an easy act of magic within his own halls. It was unnerving. Unsettling, even, though Scar wouldn't ever admit it. He hated magic and he hated what it could do. Himself and the swan sleeping contently in his arms were living proof of this case. Magic taints everything it touches, no good has ever come of it, not for him, not for anyone. Magic has no place in this world.

And yet, here he was, laying awake in stressing on how magic could help him by helping Odette. Magic got her into this mess, magic could surely get her out. Even if it was just temporary, there had to be something the witch could do. He hated to have to resort to such means, but he had no other choice. He had to allow Maleficent to walk through his halls, magic included. He had to do it for Odette.

Once morning broke through the small holes in the cave-like structure they were in, Scar roused himself, gently waking Odette up long enough to get in a message before letting her go back to sleep.

"I've got some things to take care of today, kid. I'll be back though. Just stay here and you'll be safe." He pushed himslf up and off of the ground, returning to the pool to swim the short distance through the tunnel and back onto the ledge. Perhaps now Maleficent was ready to talk.

Thirteen Years Ago...

The rain was coming down hard, but the barely clothed and unsheltered man didn't seem to notice as his eyes were trained on the mountainous structure of The Pride Lands Castle before him. Lightning struck across the sky, illuminating the fortress for a fraction of a moment but Scar didn't need the reminder of it's appearance. For too long now, Scar had looked upon his brother's castle as a symbol of mockery towards him. Mufasa did not deserve to be king, and yet even as children their father had hammered into both of their minds that Scar never had a chance for the throne. Not unless Mufasa and any heirs he may have were dead and there was no one else.

So be it.

That didn't go without saying, however, that Scar hadn't already tried to kill his brother. A great number of times, even as children, Scar had attempted to construct some sort of accident to befall his older brother, but each time was in vain and once even, Scar nearly lost his own life in the mix, managing to escape with only a single 'C' shaped scar around his eye in which he had disbanded his birth-name, Taka, and took on Kovu (translated to Scar) as a reminder to plan accordingly in all things and places. Never again would he be so careless in his murder efforts.

His next attempt had gone down without a hitch, if it weren't for his older brother's little brat Simba. It was because of Simba that Scar's attempted assassination was brought to an abrupt halt. It was because of Simba that Mufasa was still alive. It was because of Simba that Scar and his wife and child were exiled from the Pride Lands. It was Simba's fault that Scar had been desperate enough to call on help from an evil sorcerer. And it was Simba's fault that Scar was now covered in the blood of his wife and daughter, slowly being washed away by the pelting rain.

Mufasa was sure to die tonight... and Simba too. The question was; how? How could he storm an entire castle with nothing but a scrapped loincloth covering his manhood? He had no weapons, save for his own two hands which he now knew were more than capable if he was angered enough, but he wanted to see the life draining from his brother's and nephew's eyes as he took their lives, something he couldn't do as the cursed beast.

"To lose those closest to you... A pain no man nor woman should have to endure..." Moving out of the shadows she let her dark gaze turn away from the towering castle before them only to lower dropping on the figure of the man sitting upon the ground glaring at it with a hatred that she could feel eminating from his very being, moving forward she closed the gap between them her legs gracefully folding underneath her as she took up the space beside him her palms pressed into the ground behind her as she leant back her head tilting to the side slightly as she went back to looking at the Pride Lands lain out in front her barely covered body matching that of the woman who wandered the lands though it was clear she didn't belong in this Kingdom.

"So... Tell me my dear Scar..." She paused and after a few moments she looked back over at him her eyes flicking slowly over his figure taking in the mattered and the muscular body that was obviously tense his expression making it clear that revenge was on his mind, "..What is your next move..?"

His heightened senses hadn't even picked up on another's presence, her sudden voice causing his head to jerk around in her direction with eyes full of the hatred that now fueled him entirely. His amplified vision cut through the dark to look upon her figure, finding her not at all hard to look at, though any such thoughts of lust or arousal were far from his mind, buried deep, perhaps never to be unearthed for the remainder of his days. So he simply stared at her, his brows furrowing as he tried to surmise who she was or what she was doing there. Even in The Pride Lands standards, sitting out in the rain wasn't considered normal. Though she wore the clothes of the land, the horns protruding from her grown were a dead giveaway that she did not belong, so why was she here?

"Who are you?" He demanded, his voice rough and calloused as though he had spent an eternity gargling with rocks. "And how do you know my name?" Suspicion was wearing on his features then, a blatent look of distrust coming over his alerady black eyes as he looked her over once more.

"My dear, I go by many names... Morgana, Fae... Maleficent-... There are more, but those are just a few. Please. Go ahead and take your pick, I do not mind which it is you choose to call me by." Lifting one of her hands up she flicked her wrist as though dissmissing the thought altogether showing him that she really didn't care which of her many names he chose to call her by her hand once more lowering to join the other one in keeping her up, a name was a name simple as that, it didn't matter which was used, each did the same job.

Closing her eyes she dropped her head back slightly shaking her long dark locks out slightly allowing them to brush lightly over her back as she took a few moments to herself enjoying the peace and harmony that the rain seemed to bring to the land around her, "As for how I know your name... Well, I know a lot more than that. Like how you seek to kill your brother, punish those who get in the way, and to take the throne for yourself... To be the King you deserve beyond all else to be..."

Shaking his head slightly, forcing the collected water on his nearly shaved head to roll down his neck and shoulders, Scar pushed himself up and onto his feet, finding a small sense of power in standing taller than her, whoever she was- Maleficent or whatever.

"I don't care what you are called, you have not answered my question. Who are you?" He asked again, crossing his thick arms across his bare chest and holding them there, looking down on her. "You speak information that anyone in The Pride Lands would know, yet you are not from here. Has word of my failure spread so quickly?" He shook his head again and turned his back to her to look upon the place he could once call home again, more-so disgusted with himself in that moment than anything else. He spoke the truth, however. After he had been caught and thrown into prison, months before his exile, the prospect of the King's brother attempting to murder his own family for the throne spread like wildfire. It was not new news.

"Go on back to your home. I'm sure there's a husband or master who will be missing his bitch from their kitchens."

Chuckling softly she let her head roll slightly before her gaze came to a stop on his figure her lips twisting up into a smirk as she listened to him trying to order her around like she was some common whore slaving day and night to appease some man who thought himself better than her, the knowledge that he had no idea that he was speaking to the one person in this world who had the power to rule over it was by far amusing to the woman causing her to have to supress a few short chuckles, "Oh, of course... What was I thinking. My master must be-... Oh wait, I don't have a master, nor a husband."

Raising her eyebrow slightly she continued to watch him a mixture of curiosity and and slight surprise as it began to dawn on her that he truly must be out of touch with the world if he had not recognised her by rumors or name, "You truly do not know who you're speaking with right now do you... Interesting... Well, I shall let your witty tongue and rash behaviour go this time, but do not expect me to let it slide again. In answer to your question, you may call me whatever it is you wish to, however more commonly I am known as the Dark Queen. I am the one is to rule over each and every land, meaning you will be answering to me whether you like it or not. However I am not a cruel tyrant; in return for your loyalty, I too offer my services to you."

Scoffing audibly, Scar rolled his shoulders slightly trying to work out the small knots that had formed behind his shoulder blades, his body still trying to get used to the drastic transformation he had been forced to undergo not hours ago though he doubted he ever would. Keeping his back to her, he raised his voice in volume to make up for his words that might get lost in the sound of pouring rain.

"Yeah, sure you are kid." His voice left no mistake that he didn't believe her words. How could he? One person, let alone a woman, taking over the entire world? Impossible. Simply impossible. Something like that would takes years upon planning, more than any normal human being had to give, not to mention unlimited resources, an unrelenting army, money, influence...

Turning his head just a bit to look over at Maleficent from over his shoulder, just to make sure he was looking at the right thing, he just shook his head again. No, she didn't cut it, how could she? She was half his size... and alone.

"Let me know how that all works out, yeah? I'm a bit too busy right now to pledge anything to you, or anyone else."

"Ah of course... How could I forget. Proof! You desire proof that I am who I claim to be, am I not correct in my assumptions? Hm, now let me think..." Pouting slightly she let her eyes lazily glide over the area in which they were conversing with one another taking not of their surroundings; a few trees, a bit of grass, several rocks and boulders, no shelter what so ever... Well, at least not yet.

Shifting the position she was sitting in she held her hand out over the ground her eyes flashing a gentle gold which seemed to cause the ground to break apart making way for more foliage which with the help of her magic began to entwine with one another creating a thick roof above the two of them stopping the rain from pelting down upon their bodies, turning her hand palm facing up she flicked her wrist causing stones to roll over the ground settling in a ring before a raging fire roared to life within the circle the heat quickly working to dry them from the unpleasent weather outside the shelter.

Upon first feeling the Earth starting to quake under his feet, Scar's eyes darted about, looking for an area where a bolt of lighting might have struck for half a moment thinking that the storm had moved in closer than he had thought, but as his eyes landed on Maleficent, his throat grew incredibly dry as he realized what it was that she was doing. It was her! She was doing this. She was using magic!

Snarling somewhat as his feet carried him over to the witch without him realizing it, his hand shot down, finding it's mark around her throat and pulled her up to her feet simply by closing his grip around her wind pipe. Using the momentum he gained in bringing her up, he walked them both back a bit and slammed Maleficent's back into the makeshift shelter hard enough that a few chinks in the intertwined wood and stone broke free and a small amount of rain was able to fall in.

"You! What did you do! Take it back!" He said, his grip closing around her throat even more-so in his apparent fright on the subject matter of magic. Magic was the reason he wore his family's blood all over his body, magic was not to be trusted no matter who wielded it.

Her breath caught in her throat her body tensing as he came barging towards her his anger and shock causing him to reach out and to force his hand against her his fingers tightening around her neck as he lifted her up slamming her against the wall of the shelter she had made to keep them out of the rain, lifting her hand up she gripped his wrist tightly the palm of her hand glowing bright red as it began to burn getting hotter with each second he continued to hold onto her keeping her up off the ground.

"I-... Used magic-... I can do the same-... For you-... If you agree to be loyal to-... My cause-..." Though her voice came out strained due to his hold on her she managed to keep her message clear and strong as she forced her point across knowing that even if he didn't want her help he would take it, it was the one way that he could get everything that he wanted, "Give me your-... Loyalty, and I can give you what-... You need to get-... What you want most in life-..."

Closing the distance between the two of them by Scar reaching his neck forward so that his face was closer than an inch from hers, his eyes darkened as he looked her up and down shortly before connecting his eyes with hers and narrowing them. There was something behind the hatred he felt for her then, something in his eyes gave away to the fact that he was frightened, a fact that he would never admit no matter the circumstance. His arm was burning, but he opted to ignore it. He had been taught at an early age to tolerate pain, and his years serving in the brutal army of first his father and then his brother helped him to hone those skills of saving face even under the most dire of circumstances.

"I. Don't. Need. Magic!" He spat out and threw her to the floor hard, like a slave who had overstepped their place. "I know the castle like the back of my hand. What I need is an army to surround the area and take out the problem areas... or at the very least a distraction so I can slip into the armory and get myself a weapon. The walls are heavily guarded, I can't take on a dozen guards that lay in the most direct line between me and my brother with only my hands..." He went on, speaking more outloud to himself rather than to her. It was clear that he had his plan already thought out, and a well devised plan if it were to work. Quiet, silent, and in the middle of the night when they couldn't see their surprise attacker. "Once my brother and his little brat are dead, it won't matter who knows what I've done or how many guards are alerted. I'd only need five minutes, seven tops. By then, it will be too late, by then I will have made myself King..."

Her grip relaxed as she was thrown down to the ground her body crumpling and her shoulders hunching over as her hand automatically jumped up to rub gently at her neck the skin red with irritation while her heart began working overtime causing her chest heave up and down to once more fill her body with the oxygen that she had been lacking, after a few moments however she chuckled her lips twisting up into a smirk seeming to find the whole thing amusing though the situation was serious and far from being something she should be laughing at, "And what exactly do you believe that I have been attempting to offer you? A great feast in honor of your failure?"

Shakily getting back up to her feet she paused for a few moments being sure to maintain both her composure and her balance before she turned to face him her eyes watching over his figure curiously, "I am not one of the women you see roaming the Pride Lands, Scar. I am not uneducated and simple minded. I know your feelings towards magic, the strain it has put on your life, and in turn the blood it has placed on your hands. But know that I can provide you with the army and distraction that you seek... My offer will only be given once, if you choose not to take it, then I will assume you are against me and I will not hesitate to shed the blood of the entire royal family here in these lands."

Her expression became cold and calculating as she brushed past him heading towards the entrance of the shelter the rain once more hitting against her skin causing it to sparkle slightly under the light of the moon, "You have made it clear of your intentions. I bid you luck... Enjoy what time you have left my dear, I will be returning, and when you bow to me... It will be too late..."

Keeping his posture rigid, unmoving even when she moved past him and towards the exit of the structure, he kept his ground. Yes, she could help him, that much was clear, and... given his desperation he knew he would have to take it, but there was something else that had him hung up on accepting her offer right away.

"Why offer your services to me?" He asked, his voice mysteriously absent of the anger that once fueled it on an almost constant occasion. "Why not take the other side and aide my brother? What does my 'loyalty' provide that his doesn't?"

"Because I know what it is like to lose everything you have ever truly cared for... Everyone you have every truly loved..." Bringing her arms up she folded them over her chest her breasts pushing together though she wasn't meaning for them to do so her eyes flicking out to look at the castle in the distance, "Contrary to your belief, we are a lot alike. Things were taken from us by those who once claimed to be by our side. A betrayal that can not be forgiven no matter how much they may beg for mercy."

Turning around to face him she waited for a moment before she held held her hand out turning it slightly the innocent action causing her eyes to flash golden once more as a beautiful sword appeared sticking out of the ground close by the raging fire, "I do not take kindly to those who betray blood in the ways I have observed here in the Pride Lands. Your brother is not fit to be King, nor is the young beastie that took it upon himself to ruin your plans. You're loyalty provides me with strength in area's that I may or may not be lacking in for my rise to complete power. You are a leader Scar, and it this reason that I give you my services."

His head tilted to the side slightly, taking in the witch's words though was unsure what to make of them just yet. A slight, shimmering sound, however, caught his attention, forcing his head to the side to look at the sword sticking up and out of the ground that wasn't there a few moments ago. Tentatively, he took a few cautious steps towards it, eventually lowering his hand to grab around the handle and pulled the blade from the soft earth. Immediately, the light of the fire caught the edge of the steel, giving the entirety of the sword an almost magical appearance, though as he examined it closer, found that it was nothing more than an ordinary sword; a sword of fine craftsmanship yes, but nothing he couldn't ever produce out of The Pride Lands.

"So be it." Scar said indefinitely, though spoke more to the sword than the woman behind him. He had no more use of her and didn't wish to be in the presence of a magic wielder a second longer than he had to be. Lowering his arm that held the sword, not having a sheath to place it on his hip instead, Scar headed towards the exit of the makeshift shelter, pushing past Maleficent with his broad shoulders and greeted the rain with a sharp inhale. Immediately, the rain had begun to wash away what little remaining blood he had stained on his skin, his eyes back on the towering castle before him, his black eyes darting this way and that as he thought over his plan once more, but in a new light as now he had the means to do it.

A smirk played over her lips at his words her eyes following his figure as it began to move away from her heading directly to the castle in the Pride Lands that would soon be his and the life that he was born to lead, lifting her eyebrows slightly as though she was just remembering something important she closed her eyes chuckling softly once more, "Oh, and Scar... Should you ever need my services again, find your way to the top most tower in the North Wing of your soon-to-be castle... There you shall find a mirror, you will know what to do when the time comes." With the last of her words leaving her lips she lifted her arm up her fingers curling slightly as her body became envelopped by a thick plume of purple smoke the young woman disappearing from the land and his presence altogether.

Standing there in the rain, it looked as though Scar hadn't even heard Maleficent's final words before she disappeared behind him, his mind and every sense trained instead on the task beforehand. It was time to take back what was rightfully his in the first place. He may not have like magic, but that was something he and the witch could agree on.

Presently...

Coming out of his reverie, Scar found himself staring back at his reflection through the mirror's glass that Maleficent had gifted him all those years ago. Rubbing his hand over his goatee, his dark eyes left his reflections eyes and looked himself up and down for half a moment. He had thought, at least by now, he would have found a way to rid himself of his curse, but even now, thirteen years later, he hadn't been able to do anything. But now... now he had the chance to do something about the curse of another, given by the same man. Odette. He was doing this for Odette. Returning his hand to his side, his dark eyes met back with his reflections. He squared his shoulders, pronounced the tight muscles in his face and once more summoned Maleficent, calling her by name.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Name: Hook Other Names: Captain Hook, James Hook, James Smith (or Smithy), Jas, Pirate King Real Name: Jas (James) Nedakh Age: 853 Occupation: Pirate Captain - Ruler of Neverland Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age Eight-Hundred and Forty): Appearance - Today (Age Eight-Hundred and Fifty-Three): Personality Traits: James has a fierce reputation, known as a dangerous and fearsome Captain of the Seas. Disbanding his true name long ago (very few people even know James Hook isn't his given birth-name let alone what his real name is) his reputation now spreads as the cruel and less than merciful Captain Hook. James, is a tormentor. He enjoys bullying others both verbally and physically. He is confident to the point of being highly cocky and arrogant, which only enables his mocking and ridicule towards others. He is not above name calling or putting people in their place for the sheer purpose of entertainment. He has a strong sense of humor, however probably one only understood by his shipmates. He is of a dark nature, and takes great pride in his role as captain, and all he has achieved in this position. Whether it be his encounters with women, or all the gold and riches he has looted. With that said, he does enjoy the company of women and will often find himself in such company when he and his crew break on land, and find the nearest tavern. A great deal of his charm is revealed through his story telling. Having explored the world, he has a great deal of knowledge and can keep a crowd interested by the stories he has to share. He has a skewed sense of honor, referring to himself as a man with a code of honor, however is not above killing needlessly should someone dare challenge him to such a fight. He is a determined and vindictive man, never one to back down from his purpose. Despite his rank as pirate, he speaks with eloquence and intelligence, which shows that he has a higher education than one would assume from that of a common pirate. He will never admit fear nor defeat, and never backs away from a fight or challenge. He is not trustworthy and can be quite deceitful at times. But then again, he is a pirate after all so one cannot expect much else. Skills: Even before becoming a pirate and adventurer, James was always skilled in physical and martial training. A talented sailor, James' skill in voyaging a ship is almost unmatched, even by Atlantean standards. Bolstering this skill is an inherent amount of skill when it comes to reading the stars for navigation. Because of this, he is able to journey across the seas without need for a map. However, he is a talented cartographer, and can chart maps completely unintelligible to anyone other than himself. To this end, he can also decipher the maps of others unless they are magically enchanted. James likewise has consummate knowledge and experience in regards to the sea. He is so skilled, in fact, that it's said he can even pinpoint the location of the legendary whale Monstro more likely than not. A highly talented fighter and duelist, James displays master over both hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship. Owing both to his training and his heightened physical abilities, James has never lost a duel. Being a pure-blood Atlantean, James, like all members of his race has strength, speed, stamina, senses, agility, reflexes, accuracy, durability, intelligence, healing time and flexibility that are far superior to that of the average person which he uses to his advantage. Also, thanks to an old fairy friend Zarina, James has quite a sizable stash of Pixie dust in which he has learned to use over the last few years, though his uses are limited as Pixie dust is near impossible to come by, he has been known to use it to gain the upper hand should things not be going his way. Such effects of the Pixie dust vary; from allowing himself to fly temporarily to filling his foe's lungs with water and drowning them, despite being nowhere near any water. On an off-handed note, James can also work a tattoo gun and has tattooed himself and many of his shipmates on a number of occasions. He also does piercings, having done his own ears and a handful of those on his crew. Biography (Before Earth): Spanning back over a great number of years, James (then known as Jas) was born in Atlantis into the royal family. The younger brother of the two, Jas grew up slowly in the shadow of his brother, though paved his own way even from childhood in an attempt to be a normal kid just like everyone else. Jas had no pride for his royal blood, in fact, he detested it. All his friends saw him differently, treated him differently, and oftentimes Jas could even hear them talking about him behind his back, afraid that if they didn't do what he said, they would get in trouble. For this reason, Jas eventually grew up without having friends, not wanting to have to subject others into feeling that they were forced to like him, so he spent his free time developing skills that could keep him entertained by himself for hours on end to pass the time by. So Jas took up learning how to fight, learning to read and write, studying the stars and other various skills that he could have fun with just by himself. His older brother, Kashekim tried to be both a good brother and a friend to Jas, but he was well on becoming shaped to be the next Leader of Atlantis and was kept busy with learning other mundane skills that Jas had no interest in such as water magic, spiritual healing, alchemy and meditation. As both boys grew up, they grew further and further apart, having nothing in common with the other save for the blood that kept their hearts pumping (discount the life crystal that helped to prolong their already-long lives). Despite the longevity of life that the crystals brought the Atlanteans, their lives couldn't go on forever. At the ripe old age of nearly three-thousand, Jas and Kashekim lost their father to death. The loss of their city's leader was a deep and heavy one, the mourning ceremony went on for months until finally Kashekim was named his successor completely and took up the mantle. With his brother now Chief Shaman, Jas felt even further away from his family than he did before, getting an overwhelming sense of 'not belonging' though for the time being, said nothing on the matter. He was still grieving for his father, after all. A few hundred years later, with Jas now Three-Hundred and Eighty-One years old, his brother gave Jas a niece in which Jas took an immediate liking to, despite her royal blood that he grew up to hate so much. The two of them simply connected in a way that Jas hadn't experienced before; a bond of both family and friendship. He watched over Kidagakash often, putting in whatever time he could in having a hand in raising the young princess and once she was old enough, the two spent countless hours together talking more philosophically about what life had in store for them and where their paths would take them one day. Interestingly enough, Kidagakash had taken an interest in Jas' learned skills and asked Jas to teach her privately, both knowing that Kashekim would throw a fit if he found out. Jas and Kida's relationship had already grown strained because of Kashekim, The Shaman had confronted Jas a number of times asking Jas to be more careful with his topics of conversation with Kidagakash, not liking the influence he had on her. Jas didn't listen, however, finding it to be in Kidagakash's best interest to be well-learned in any and all fields possible and trained her in private, just as she had asked, both in body and mind. So as the years went on and the relationship between Kidagakash and Jas grew stronger, what was left with Jas' relationship with his brother grew weaker, reduced to nothing but squabbles on the streets and late-night scoldings that often-times stemmed from Jas' close relationship with his niece. Finally, one fateful night, at four-hundred and eighty-three years old, Jas had heard enough and left Atlantis, fully well knowing that he would never be able to return (such was the law of Atlantis). He hadn't been given the opportunity to say goodbye to Kidagakash, but it was just as well. Jas never was good with emotional situations. Washing his hands clean of his life in Atlantis, Jas formerly changed his name to a more appropriate translation, now going by James and whenever asked for his last name, he would snarkily reply with "Smith. Or, Smithy if you'd like." Putting the last four-hundred-some years of learning various skills to use, James found himself in the life of a sailor, free to explore the world that was otherwise kept off-limits to him and live a life of freedom with a new name and as a new man. He made friends, enjoyed the company of women, took to raging, pillaging and plundering to get what he wanted with the addicting fuel of adrenaline coursing through his veins. As a pirate, James never felt more alive, he never felt more 'home.' His journeys eventually landed him on an uncharted piece of land his fellow sailors called Neverland, and in so, James learned all there was about Neverland and it's special, magical properties that could keep one young forever. Turning his attention to the crystal he still wore around his neck, James realized that even Atlanteans grow old and died, but in Neverland, such a thing wasn't ever possible. So James did away with the crystal, and became a true pirate of Neverland, spending whatever time he wasn't sailing there and living the good life. Although not the sole inhabitants of Neverland, as James had learned with his brush encounters with The Lost Boys, the mermaids, the Indians, and even on a rare occasion a glimpse of a fairy, the pirates mainly kept to themselves, keeping their ships anchored on the bay and keeping to the small pirate town that had been created long before James was even born. He spent many, many years happy here in Neverland (when he wasn't out traveling the world by sea, that is) but ever the greedy one, James just still wasn't at all satisfied with his life. He needed something a bit... more... so when a banished fairy came poking around looking for a place to call home herself, James jumped on the opportunity. He befriended the fairy, Zarina, he learned all there was about her and slowly but surely, eventually fell in love. The thought scared him, however, and he tried to keep his emotions back so when he found out about the Pixie dust and what it was capable of, he devised a plan that would get rid of his current problem with Zarina, as well as filling the new spot of adventure he was seeking. Upon a voyage around El Dorado, James (being first mate) slipped their captain some untraceable poison into his drink, and the captain soon after died. Devising up a plan with the rest of his crew, the entire ship ordered a sort of contest between himself and Zarina as to who would become the next captain. Zarina did just as James knew she would, and stole the Pixie dust from her old home and brought it back to them. She was a little rusty on the workings of the dust, but after a few short years after being named captain, Zarina managed to get their ship to fly. Now that James had what he wanted, he performed a mutiny against her, cutting off Zarina's wings (so she could not follow them) and leaving her on a shore to die and take all that she had given them for himself. James didn't get away cleanly, however, as Zarina's pet crocodile had snapped it's powerful jaws over his right hand, cutting through skin, bone and muscle like hot butter and devoured it whole. Returning to his ship to tend to the stump he now had for a hand, James and his crew took off in their new flying ship and James hasn't looked back since, finding justice in what he had done to Zarina for the cost of his hand (despite the events happening in reverse order). Now with a new name to don himself with, James gave himself the last name Hook (sounded better than Smith) and continues to sail the seas, even after Maleficent's take over. He pledged loyalty to her, yes, but he didn't need her help in taking over Neverland as he had done that nearly a hundred years before she had come to him. To this day, however, he refuses to call himself 'King' of Neverland, as that just reminds James of his life back in Atlantis, and those memories, coupled with the ones of Zarina, are better left in the past. Biography (Life On Earth): James never made it to Earth and doesn't know of it's existence. Other: James has an assortment of tattoos he has donned over the years, some of which are a full back piece, left upper arm, right arm sleeve and right ribcage He also has in his possession a sacred crystal necklace that he doesn't keep on his person anymore (not needing it now he spends most of his time in Neverland) he keeps it safely locked away in a place only he knows where. Just in case. Theme Song: The Good Life - Three Days Grace

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Dr. Armand Facilier

Name: Dr. Facilier Other Names: The Shadow Man, Witch Doctor, Voodoo Man Real Name: Armand Facilier Age: 32 Occupation: King of The Bayou - Voodoo Master Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age Nineteen): Appearance - Today (Age Thirty-Two): As The Shadow Man -Makeup- Personality Traits: Armand is a scheming bokor who has no friends but those on 'the other side." He oftentimes tricks his victims into making deals with him by reading their past, present and future with tarot cards. Oftentimes he over dramatizes the future reading and offers to help change their otherwise 'inescapable' future. He isn't exactly dishonest with his readings, he tends to embellish the bad and hide the good, but there is always a spark of truth in the cards he wields but has learned over the years that the human race is a greedy one and tends to overlook the good and strive only for what he can offer them. However the deals Armand makes usually backfire on the victim like telling someone that he sees 'green' in their future and though the victim automatically thinks 'money' is turned into a frog instead. Armand is also very intelligent and is able to come up with a rather complicated plan in a relatively short period of time. He can be very patient despite how angry he can oftentimes be. He is a suave, smooth-talking man and is oftentimes charming, but on the other side his true colors reveal him to be cruel, remorseless and sadistic. He is a very charismatic performer, a smooth-talker of drama and showmanship. He's also quite the glutton for power. He's controlling and vindictive, doing whatever he can to get what he wants even if that means double crossing those he knows to be more powerful than him, but does so with a cool and collected head to keep from being exposed and will work with anyone who can promise him more power. Armand does not underestimate the powers of nature either, and knows that animals can talk and have minds of their own just like humans do, and yet he has no problems squishing bugs or sacrificing baby animals for his own voodoo experiments. He has a complete lack of morals and has a treacherous nature, though his true intentions of what he is exactly about remain hidden to everyone but himself... and of course his friends on the other side. Skills: A true boker with the exceptional talent for left-handed (Petro) Voodoo, he taps into the darker side of magic so very few are able to do genuinely. Both a conjurer and a sorcerer of sorts, he possesses powerful dark voodoo magic capable of accomplishing nearly anything. He can see into the past of a person and see what people desire the most. He is proficient in sleight of hand, effortlessly shuffling, twisting and manipulating his deck of tarot cards given to him by the spirits of the other side personally. Being a skilled conjurer as well, he is able to pull his staff and tarot deck (among other small things) out of nothing at all (though could arguably be tracked back to his ability of sleight of hand). The tarot cards themselves possess strange properties: the images on their face seem to change depending on the person who he is reading, reflecting the desires of Armand's victim's for a more visual effect. The images usually show his victims their future in a positive light, however they are unable to corrupt the truth entirely and usually include a clue as to the victims real fate. Armand also has his use for a strange pink powder, the effects of this powder include (but are not limited to) reversing a curse he has cast upon a victim, making a man spontaneously grow a head of hair, producing puffs of smoke that display memories and desires. His Voodoo Emporium holds all sorts of strange objects, half of which he hasn't even tried, including (but not limited to) shrunken heads and voodoo dolls that can 'come to life, chant, and beat drums' to create a more unsettling mood for his 'clients.' The dolls also serve a practical application for the intended purpose of inflicting pain on the person the doll is modeled after. Armand's abilities are primarily derived from his 'friends' on the other side. These 'friends' of his are in fact a multitude of dark spirits (also known as Loa) which appear to 'give life' to the otherwise inanimate objects in his Emporium like the voodoo dolls and shrunken heads. These shadow spirits come to his every call, forced to do his will as they are trapped between this world and the next, and through Armand, are able to come into our world by special means as more than just shadows. Vulnerable to light, these 'shadows' (and even his own shadow) they grow in power the darker the area is. Sometimes, in complete darkness, the shadows can pull themselves free of their confined walls or floors and become more 3-dimensional, whether it be an arm, a head, a leg, or their whole body for a short amount of time. These shadows are able to affect the real world in which we live, as they are in limbo in a place called 'The Shadow Land' where everything in our world is paralleled, but with shadows. If Armand commands one of his 'friends' to bring him back a physical stray dog, the shadows seek out the dog's shadow and bring it back to Armand, and the physical dog is affected accordingly. Strangely enough, despite having this great power that is unlike anyone ever known, Armand can't conjure anything for himself. Instead, he must rely on trickery and guile to manipulate other people into doing what he wants. The nature of his power seems to stem around making deals; he only gains full access to his voodoo when fulfilling someone else's wishes (although he most often twists them to suit his own ends) or by tempting them. Lucking for Armand, he is a master of lies, deceit and cunning with hypnotic charismatic and vocal persuasion being second nature to him. Biography (Before Earth): Born in the backwater region of a remote land known as The Bayou, Armand Facilier learned what poverty truly meant ever since his birth. The family of which he was born into was not 'well-off' by any means, and in fact had no sense of bringing in a child into the world as they were not able to even care for the two of them most of the time. Armand's father, a fiscally struggling laborer named Ambrose, did whatever he could to provide for his small family, but his efforts were almost in vain as he hardly made enough to put up a decent meal on the table a few days out of the week, let alone being able to afford a nice house, clean clothes and toys for young Armand and a few years later his sister, Magnolia. Things took a turn from bad to worse when Armand's father received a letter, drafting him into the army in a war that The Bayou had no purpose being in the first place, however as it was law, Ambrose had no choice but to leave his wife and two children. Armand's mother, pregnant with her third child, was forced to take up the mantle in getting a handful of different jobs to keep them from starving to death, though ultimately the small family ended up on the streets. It was at this point where the Facilier's couldn't have fallen lower, it seemed, and with Armand just old enough to know that things were bad... very bad in fact, life just wasn't quite finished with them yet. Nearly a year after Armand's father had left for the army, the family was delivered a letter from his station, alerting them that Ambrose had fallen in battle and would not be returning home. The pension for his services gave them very little, and was used up in the matter of a few short months putting them right back where they started, and father-less. Overcome with stress, grief and foul thoughts, Armand's mother finally went into labor, only to have a still birth, and Armand would never get to know what was to be his second little sister. Having reached her limit after this point, Armand's mother placed both him and Magnolia under the care of her husbands mother, Armand's grandmother they called Mamma Odie, a seemingly senile old priestess who thought she could talk to animals and had a knack for 'natural remedies' for almost everything; but never seemed to work. Still just a young boy, Armand was forced now to raise both his sister and grandmother (who Armand was even amazed to begin with that she was able to fend for herself and a home to begin with). He spent the next couple years of his life doing a variety of odd jobs where he could, oftentimes spending grueling hours on the streets of the Bayou, getting no real education and making very little in return, being forced to beg or steal just to keep himself and his even smaller family from starving. The Facilier family's problems weren't over just yet, however. Magnolia, at the very young age of eight, mysteriously came down with debilitating symptoms, later examined by a traveling physician and diagnosed as the fatal blood disease, Ebola. Without proper treatment, Armand's sister would surely die within a few weeks, but the Facilier's just couldn't afford the treatment and so Armand was forced to watch as his sister grew worse and worse until ultimately, he found himself digging her grave and placing her lifeless body inside. Now hardened and cynical, Armand became closed off to the world entirely, finding things like love, empathy and compassion to be a fool's waste; no longer worth his time or attention. Even for Mamma Odie, who desperately tried to reach out to him when he came back home at night was given the cold shoulder, as he wanted nothing to do with her or anyone else he had once cared for ever again and eventually left the safety of her little home to go out on his own. Still working hard each and every day, Armand, now nineteen years old, contracted a rare and life-threatening disease himself, later diagnosed as Babesiosis. Figuring that it was just his luck, as his entire family seemed to have some sort of 'bad blood' within them, Armand kept this revelation to himself entirely and waited for death's sweet kiss that would take him away from this horrid life and to reunite with his two sisters and father in a much, much happier place. Somehow, Armand managed to hold on for another five years during the time in which he had refined his skills of thievery, lying, deception and sleight of hand, eventually opening up his own shop of Voodoo to give him something to pass the time by in which most (if not all) of his acts were faked; but faked convincingly. It was also during this time that word had spread like wildfire of Maleficent and her band of villains had otherwise taken over their entire world, leading it into darkness but Armand couldn't find it in himself to care; he was a dead man anyway. The Bayou, small as it was, went without notice and his land was otherwise left to the (comparingly) peaceful villains that of crocodiles and large snakes. One fateful, stormy day as Armand was headed back to his Voodoo Emporium (which doubled as his home), he was finding each and every step to become more and more difficult. Finally, the moment in which he hadn't believed would ever come had arrived. He could feel his entire body shutting down, one organ after another, one limb at a time until he completely collapsed down in an alleyway of the small city. As he lay there, staring up at the rain coming down on his face, Armand could only smile weakly, for his time had finally come. Finally, finally he would be taken from his horrid life and placed into a much better place. Laying there, waiting, his vision was the last thing to go but before he managed to shut down completely, there was a hard pressure on his abdomen. Weakly looking down at his stomach, he watched as a large black mamba slithered across his stomach, it's head coming straight at him. It's fangs were bared as it hissed threateningly at Armand, copious amounts of venom dripping from it's open mouth. Sighing in relief, knowing that death would come one way or another, Armand closed his deep brown eyes and waited. The Black Mamba struck, clenching it's powerful jaws on the juncture of his hand between his thumb and forefinger and filled Armand's toxic blood with it's own venom. The poison, however, was something else entirely. Armand's eyes flew open, now a soft lavender color; a striking difference from his soft browns. That wasn't the only thing that changed, however. Life was being pumped back into him, his body becoming more and more capable until there wasn't any pain or suffering left. His mind was severely affected, however. It was as if another being had entered into his head, battling with Armand for control over his body until the demon won out in the end, thus creating the link between himself and The Shadow Realm and with the new and proficiently learned skills of real voodoo. Getting up from the rain gutter, Armand dusted himself off and took his first few steps, no longer himself, but the new and improved Shadow Man. Years later, after perfecting his craft and taking over the Bayou by his own means and even expanding the territory quite a considerable amount, Armand was found by no one other than Maleficent, who demanded his loyalty in exchange for her services; of which Armand took up almost too eagerly. Now working for Maleficent, there is very little that can get in the way of The Shadow Man, because no one, not even The Queen of the entire land could cross over to the other side like he could. Biography (Life On Earth): Armand never went to Earth, and has no idea the place even exists. Other: Armand is one of the few 'reigning Kings' who was not given power by Maleficent, however this did not stop him from pledging his loyalty to her after she managed to track him down a handful of years after her dominating reign. Theme Song: "Serenity" By Godsmack.

Zarina Alteri

Name: Zarina Alteri Other Names: The Pirate Fairy, Captain Z Age: 149 (physically mid-twenties) Occupation: Pirate, Smuggler Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age One Hundred and Thirty-Six): Too Much Pixie Dust! Appearance - Today (Age One Hundred and Forty-Nine): Personality Traits: Free-spirited, brave and bold, Zarina possesses an outspoken, 'all-out' personality that can be both attractive and overpowering. Many who first meet her find themselves either loving her fiery demeanor or hating her with nothing in-between. She acts with her conscience, oftentimes letting her heart guide her instead of her head. Because of this she is kind and benevolent, believing in doing the right thing. Yet her free-spirit does also makes her disdainful of laws and regulations as she believes such concepts restrict her freedom. Zarina hates seeing people use intimidation or extortion to get what they want, even more so than when she herself is subject to such methods. She knows how to handle herself in these situations but seeing another person being threatened lights a blazing fire inside her that is nearly unquenchable. Zarina keeps her own moral compass to guide her life by. This compass, while good, may not agree with society's views as society has no place for a free-spirited woman like her. Curious by nature with an adventurer's spirit, Zarina has a tendency of going her own way, which usually involves straying off 'the path'. This tends to land her in a mess of trouble more likely than not, but Zarina's high spirits and an almost uncanny amount of luck allow her to wriggle her way out of almost any predicament. Zarina never takes anything at face-value, always having to find the answer on her own. Likewise she's incredibly stubborn when it comes to taking advice from others, preferring to drown them out or simply forget anything told to her in favor of adhering to her personal beliefs to reach a conclusion, no matter who it is who's trying to help her. Despite her perky, bubbly nature, Zarina is prone to emotional lows at very rare times, during which she spends her time in the local tavern drinking her sorrows away but never allows herself to get intoxicated enough to impair her judgement too greatly, simply taking the ambiance of those around her to give her a place and time to think. On the other hand, in her usual fun-loving mood, Zarina does have a penchant towards challenging fellow sailors to a variety of drinking games, and prides herself at being the center of attention amidst her fellow drunks. Skills: Working as a pirate and smuggler for many years, Zarina has developed a certain set of skills that make her a natural at her job. She possesses a sharp wit and acute resourcefulness that only come from an ample amount of experience, making her prepared for nearly any situation that should come up. Sexy and attractive with a rocking body, Zarina has no qualms against using her body as a weapon in itself, though she hardly reaches this point. She possesses a certain cunning about her that can make her quite dangerous should the need call for it, using her looks, words and street smarts to her advantage when it comes to manipulation. Yet behind her exterior of a simple smuggling adventurer is also a skilled warrior. Zarina is highly trained in the use of short, quick blades and throwing stars in combat, using her lithe frame and inherent quickness to her advantage. Branching off of this, Zarina is also quite skilled in the art of stealth and concealment, able to hide almost anywhere she pleases using her resourceful, quick mind and coordinated movement. But Zarina is still a pirate captain and as such possesses a high amount of skill when it comes to sailing ships, able to pull quick maneuvers and sharp turns with relative ease. Her explorer's instinct and natural curiosity also make her a skilled survivor and a quick learner, her years spent at sea have granted her a diversity in methods when it comes to all of her skills; whether it be a better way to hold a dagger, a better way to tie a knot, or a better way to hunt for food in the wild. Where Zarina's natural curiosity really shines is her ability to work with and invent new things. Gifted with the mind and hands of an inventor, Zarina spent much of her life as a fairy working on creating new things to make life better in Pixie Hollow. Biography (Before Earth): Born from the very first laugh of a newborn baby, Zarina opened up her eyes for the first time to find that she had been placed into a wonderfully enchanted world called Neverland. She was given a name and a job almost immediately and thrust into a small group of fairies who were just like her in skill-set. It was this small group of fairies that became her immediate family and helped her to learn all that there was to learn about Neverland and what it was that they did to help the flow of life on this land. For many, many years Zarina did her duty to the fairies, spending her time with her best friend Tinkerbell as they were both top-notch inventors. Between the two of them, they had come up with so many new and wonderful things, fairy life in Pixie Hollow flourished. The arrangement was simple. Zarina experimented, and Tinkerbell tinkered. However, one day when Zarina took her experimenting just a little too far, she was brandished an outcast. Each fairy is given a limited amount of Pixie dust to help make their days just a bit easier with flight or other (smaller) means, but Zerina's curiosity got the better of her and began to horde her portion of Pixie dust until she had a collection large enough to begin experimenting. These experiments were both illegal and dangerous, as she tried to change the colors and powers within the magical dust. She pushed the danger aside, however, as she was on the brink of discovery, finding that when mixed, Pixie dust can change color and be infused with the power of a certain talent. For example, when a small amount of blue pixie dust and a purple feather is mixed, the pixie dust turns purple, representing the fast-flying talent. If pink flower petals are added instead, it turns pink and it represents the garden talent. Tinkerbell found out about these experiments, however and went to the higher authorities to deal with Zarina accordingly. The Blue Fairy, leader of all fairies, banished Zarina from her tinkering position and ordered her to live on the outskirts of Pixie Hollow within Neverland so that she could no longer put the other fairies in danger. Perplexed, but finding no way around it, Zarina did as she was told and left the safety of her home to explore the outside world. Upon her explorations, Zarina met and saw a great majority of wonderful things. She met the Indians, the Lost Boys, and even the pirates that inhabited the area, all of which were off limits to the fairies as they were dangerous, but Zarina did not see any danger, only fun new friends and spent a great number of years playing and learning about them, adopting different traits and skills from each group. However, it was the pirates she became most interested in, and shortly began her own life at sea. Having befriended some of the pirates beforehand, it wasn't at all difficult to have them accept her as one of their own. The pirate Captain's First Mate, James Hook, was a particular close friend of Zarina and was able to put in a good word to their captain, and Zarina was quickly made pirate (so long as she stayed life-size on deck). It was here that Zarina really started to learn. About navigation, about survival, about dueling and scheming and manipulating. About duels and drinking, tattoos and partying. She adored this life, there were no rules set down to follow so long as she did as James and their Captain said and did her daily chores, the rest was on her with what to do, and she didn't squander a single moment. She spent a great number of years as a pirate, traveling through and around each and every ocean, seeing the world and exploring all it had to give them. The world was her Pixie Hollow now, and she never had to look back. That is, until the position for the new captain came up. Their former Captain overcame a sudden illness while traveling around El Dorado. They returned with great haste to Neverland (where they could never grow old) but they were too late. Naturally, James Hook should have stepped up to take place his place as Captain but the crew had other ideas, unsure if he would be a better captain that Zarina or not. So they went about it in a contest, both of them having to find ways to prove to the crew on who would make a better captain. It was done in good sport, as Zarina and James' friendship came first, and so they took the competition as a game... but Zarina really wanted to be captain. So bad enough, that she devised a plan to return to Pixie Hollow, steal their supply of Pixie dust, and revel in the spoils with her fellow friends. And that is exactly what Zarina did. She knew Pixie Hollow like the back of her hand despite having been gone for a great number of years, so stealing the dust was easy, and the fairies were none-the-wiser, having never seen Zarina since she had been banished. Zarina's plan paid off in the end. The pirates loved the display of magic and what Zarina could do with it, and so she was promptly made captain and kept James Hook as her first mate, best friend, and eventually her lover. However, there was a jealousy in the air that Zarina was unaware of. As it turned out, James had wanted the pirate captain position just as bad, and had devised a plan of his own to get it. In what Zarina later found out, James had thrown the competition, knowing that Zarina's desperation would have taken her back to her home so that she could steal the fairy dust. Now with a seemingly endless supply on their ship, all James had to do was wait and strike at the precise moment. After a number of years as Captain, Zarina had quite the reputation throughout the land for her modest band of Neverland pirates, as well as picking up a small friend during one of her voyages to The Bayou. A baby crocodile, she promptly named 'Sweetie' was added to the pirate clan, becoming a pet to all but most loyal to her 'Mother.' Finally, after a few more years experimenting with the dust, Zarina finally managed to do what James and the other pirates (who had been in on it the whole time) were waiting for, and granted their ship the ability to fly. Now, with no more use for Zarina (personal relationship feelings aside) James and the other pirates performed a mutiny, taking the remainder of the dust, the ship, all the treasure Zarina had led them to and left her to die on a small deserted island after James literally cut her wings from her body (to keep her from being able to follow them) and made himself the rightful captain. He took all that was now his and returned to a life at sea, leaving Zarina completely heart-broken and emotionally wounded. James didn't get away with it cleanly, however, as Sweetie had made a last stitch effort on her mother's behalf and ripped James' hand from his body with her sharp teeth and powerful jaws and turned it into a tasty snack after James had cut off Zarina's wings. Now alone, save for Sweetie, Zarina lay there on the beach, unwanting and unwilling to go on for the time being, letting the high tide sweep in to take her away. Fate, however, was not done with Zarina, for the island she had been marooned on was near a small and mysterious town known to the public as The Bayou. It was here where the bokor, Dr. Facilier, typically called The Shadow Man practiced his art of voodoo and shadow magic. The Shadow Man's shadow minions spotted Zarina from her place on the island and returned to their 'master', notifying him of the presence of a fairy not far away. Attending to the island in person, the Foul Doctor quickly found the unconscious, wing-less fairy and, deciding to seize this opportunity, collected the befallen fairy's wings and sent them back to his Emporium with his shadow minions while he attended to the fairy. Waking her up, Dr. Facilier promised Zarina that he could and would reattach her wings...if she worked for him for awhile. For the last six years now, Zarina became The Shadow Man's smuggler, at first being placed in charge of incoming cargo, but eventually gaining enough trust and becoming a captain of her own ship once again, in charge of smuggling goods from the surrounding lands of Arendelle, Russia, Oz, El Dorado, Italy, Province and Maldonia back to The Bayou, becoming an invaluable member of The Shadow Man's business. She has yet to venture back to Neverland to exact her revenge on James Hook, but it's on her to-do list. Biography (Life On Earth): Zarina never made it to Earth and doesn't even know of it's existence. Other: Zarina has a small assortment of tribal style tattoo's across her body, mainly limited to her ribs, back and thighs. Some of these tattoos are as follows: Back of the neck and upper back Hips Left Ear Left Ass Cheek and various other designs in various areas across her body. Theme Song: Try - P!NK

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Feel free to have Rose pave her own way. She may idolize Slade, but she doesn't need to physically follow him. Don't simplify her to simply another token woman.

@Teal

Oh I know, I wasn't planning on her being a puppy dog the whole time lol. I meant as in post order, I always went after you but that was before the newbies came in. So we'll just see how it goes.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Jafar Sholeh, Freya Beauchamp and Aurora Rose- Present Day - The Moors Castle

Aurora awoke the next morning to find herself still in the dress that Maleficent had put her in the night before and sat up. She walked over to her wardrobe as she slowly undid the back to let her take it off. She pulled one of the many gowns that Maleficent had supplied her with over the years. She supposed that dresses were hardly an issue when you could do magic and everyone in the realm feared you. She let the dress she wore fall to the ground as she changed into the new one. Once she had it on, she turned and picked up the dress that she had discarded upon the floor and hung it back up in the wardrobe. She gathered the skirts of the simple gown and headed out of her room. She had to ensure that Maleficent would not get mad at her for her appearance again. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in large curls from spending the night in a bun. Her feet were silent as she walked, barefoot, down the halls. She never wore shoes in the palace, fearing that they made too much noise and could annoy the Queen. So, she walked in near silence through the castle halls. Aurora spent most her days in near silence. She made her way down to the kitchens, which was a bit of a surprise to those who were working away. She smiled at them all and greeted them by name. Learning everyone's name was a task that Aurora took to very quickly in her thirteen year stay. She wanted to get to know everyone. She walked up to one of the chefs and bowed her head a little, "I was wondering if I could take the Queen's food to her quarters. She seemed awfully tired yesterday." "Of course, dear," The chef made quick work of plating a tray of Aurora before handing it to her, "There you are, your highness." "Thank you, Gerald... Enjoy your day," She picked up the tray and made her way back up the stairs and to Maleficent's bedroom. When she reached the large door, she carefully placed the tray on one hand and allowed for the other to knock quietly. A soft smile crept over her lips as she hunched over her back arching slightly as she slipped backwards being sure that her body was pressing up against that of the man she knew for certain that she was in love with her dark brown eyes opening slowly as moved her thumb back and forth over the back of his hand the other happily trapped between his arm and her chest, turning her head back she looked over her shoulder her smile growing as she caught his gaze a gentle sigh slipping away from her as she let herself revel in the memories of the night before the thought of being held up in his loving embrace like she was causing her cheeks to grow red. "Well... Good morning my dear, I do hope that you slept well." Closing her eyes she lifted her head a little her lips pressing against the tip of his nose for just a moment before she once more relaxed her body her arm slipping from between them to pull the sheets up and over their bodies as the sound of a knock echoed around them from the large wooden doors alerting them to the fact that someone was there, turning her head back around she let her gaze linger on it for a few moments her smile fading as her lips molded into a slight pout at having her peace disturbed, "Yes? What is it now?" Feeling Freya's body starting to move against him, her back to his chest and her thumb brushing up against his hand that was draped over her waist and resting on her stomach, his dark brown eyes flitted open, just in time to catch her gaze. Unable to help the somewhat shy smile back to her, he pushed his head forward and buried his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent and the fresh air of the morning that the gentle breeze was blowing into the room through the curtain separating it from the balcony. "Well enough to not want to leave this bed ever again." Jafar replied, if a bit mumbled as he still had his face buried into her hair but pulled back feeling her body shift, greeted with a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. Just looking back at her, propping up his head with his hand and elbow resting on the mattress below him, he couldn't help but to let his thoughts wander slightly. He adored mornings- little moments like this -it took him back to a time in his life when everything was just simple, when there was no need to stress about day-to-day life or who was trying to invade who's kingdom; a time before he was even the Vizier of Agrabah. His life with Sherrezade seemed like an entire lifetime ago, but even then he couldn't remember being this happy. His dark orbs immediately snapped to the door as a rather irritating knock interrupted the moment, and his thoughts. His eyes narrowed, half paying attention to the fact that Freya was making an effort to cover them up, forgetting already at their state of undress. A slight growl forced his upper lip into a sort of sneer as he lifted his head up from his hand, letting his neck support the full weight and the palm of his now free hand started to glow just a light tinge of orange with a flicker of a flame at his fingertips. He didn't know who was on the other side or why; nor did he care. They were going to die. Aurora bit her lip a little when she heard Maleficent speak from the other side. She started to worry that the woman wouldn't want breakfast in bed. She worried that she had woken her up. She worried about a lot of things but she knew nothing would tick her off more than not getting an answer and having to find out who is was that bothering her in the early hours of the morning. She let her lip fall out of her mouth and took a deep breath, "I-It's Aurora... Your majesty... You seemed tired y-yesterday... So I thought that you might like to have your breakfast brought to your room for you... I'm... sorry if I disturbed you." The tray shook in her hands a little as she worked herself up before she took a deep breath, not wanting to spill anything nor ruin the chef's placing. Clenching her jaw she held herself back suppressing a groan of annoyance as she listened the soft voice of her ward Aurora floating into the room from the other side of the large door as the girl tried to hurriedly explain why it was she had interrupted the two of them in the first place, turning her head slightly she had to double back her eyes flicking from the flames licking at Jafar's fingers before she lifted her gaze back to his her body pressing back into his in hopes that he might calm himself before doing something the both of them would regret doing. "Aurora... Come in, you may leave the food on the table. I do hope that you had the smarts to bring enough food to appease us both. Neither of us have eaten since lunch yesterday." Slowly turning her attention back to the door she lifted one of her eyebrows curious to see how the girl was going to react to the knowledge that she was not alone in her chambers. With Freya pressing back into him further, Jafar simply lowered his hand, the tingle of magic leaving his hand and rested his jaw down on her bare shoulder, seemingly peeking over her and at the door in which he now knew that Aurora was behind. His jaw tightened up somewhat, he didn't much care for Aurora. Such a petty little thing that had no business here, there, or anywhere most of the time. Maleficent may have had her uses for the girl, but he certainly did not. He made a slight noise of protest that only Freya would hear, and understand before letting his head slip down from her shoulder to press his forehead to the back of her shoulder instead, closing his eyes and silently praying to Allah for patience. Aurora opened the door when she heard Maleficent inviting her in, quickly closing it behind her. She turned as the woman spoke for another person and noticed Jafar in the bed, his head pressed against her shoulder. She quickly sunk into a curtsy, "Sultan... I did not know you were here..." She quickly moved and placed the tray on the table as was asked of her before she looked back at Maleficent. She bowed her head, "I'm sorry... I didn't know you had... company... I can run back to the kitchens and fetch more for the both of you if you would like, your Majesties." Aurora's fingers played slightly with her skirts, clearly uncomfortable. Not only was she embarrassed for having found them both in such a state but also because she had a sense that Jafar was not too fond of her. The man rarely spoke to her and she was always a little unnerved in his presence. She didn't know how to act around him, there weren't many people who didn't like her. Chuckling softly a small smirk crossed her lips as his soft voice entered her ears adding to her amusement for the morning, she knew that he was not fond of the girl and that the girl in question knew that she was not liked by the Sultan himself, though the only thing keeping him from acting on his instincts was the fact that she wished to keep the girl around for reasons even sometimes unknown to the Queen herself, "The time for such actions Aurora has passed. We shall just have to make do with that which you have brought us, I do not mind sharing my meal as long as it is with my Sultan..." Lifting her hand up she turned her head to glance back at him her palm reaching back until she was able to slip her fingers into his hair letting them trail down behind his ear before she once more lowered her hand back to where it had begun, her head and eyes turning back to the girl standing before them watching as she shifted uncomfortably under the gaze that she knew Jafar was giving her, "Unless, my dear Jafar, do you have any issues with sharing the food that this child has brought to us?" Issuing out a sort of berated snort when Aurora addressed him, he lifted up his head a bit, cold eyes looking over the girl as though he were sizing her up... or deciding which way was best to end her useless life. He wasn't about to sugar-coat it, not today, not when she had ruined something he was thoroughly enjoying. He eventually let his eyes glance over to the small service she had brought in and rolled his eyes. Even if Aurora had only thought it was just Maleficent in here, the food provided was hardly enough given their withdrawal of food the previous day, not to mention, overall, he noticed Freya's appetite had increased somewhat given the fact that they hardly ever seemed to make it out of the bedroom anymore. "Actually..." Jafar voiced, finding his throat a bit dry from having just woken up. He shirked away from Freya a bit. It wasn't at all that he didn't enjoy the contact, he was just very uncomfortable with public displays of affection; he always had been. It made him feel somewhat vulnerable, and the fact that he was stark naked with nothing but a sheet to save his dignity in front of a teenage girl wasn't at all helping to ease that from him. "I'll have my own portion. Your Queen will not be subjected into sharing a meal she could very well indulge in on her own. Now go." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. "And bring back something fresh." A weight lifted off of Aurora's chest a little as the Queen said that they would make do. The girl kept her eyes on the ground, wanting to spare them as much... privacy as she could while still in the room. She watched her fingers as they turned the fabric between them and began to bite at her lip as Jafar began to speak. With every word he spoke the weight returned to her chest. A moment later she was being sent off, she said not a word to either of them. She merely curtsied before she turned to the door and quickly slipped out of it. She took a second to lean against the wood, trying to calm her nerves before she gathered her skirts and raced down the hall back to the kitchens. When she reached them, she rushed over to Gerald and looked up at him, "I need another tray... with something fresh... Do you think you could spare the time, Gerald?" The man looked at her, "Of course," he began to work on it before he looked at her, "Is everything alright, your majesty?... you seem undone." The girl gave him a small smile and nodded her head, "Yes... Everything is perfectly fine..." Her dark brown orbs watched on following the girls steps until she had left the room and the door had closed behind her forcing the Queen to turn her attention back to the man who was sharing the bed with her, turning her body she let herself face him her hand reaching out until her fingers lightly brushed over his chest her nails lightly dragging over his skin as she chuckled her eyes flicking up to meet his, "Calm yourself my love. Or would you like me to yet again help you to relax..?" Smiling she sat herself up shifting her position until she was kneeling on the bed the sheet slipping from around her body so that she was completely bare for him to see as she bit her lower lip moving herself behind him her calves resting on either side of her as she pressed her chest hard against his back, "You really are so hard on the little beastie... Mmm..." She leaned forward placing her lips against his neck chuckling softly as she began to place soft kisses against his skin, "I love it... Just as I love you." Jafar kept his dark gaze on the door even after Aurora had left, his brows refusing to let up knowing that she would be back within just a few minutes. He hadn't even heard, or felt, Freya moving around on the bed until she was sitting straight up. Moving his eyes to look over her, a flicker of awe fueling his gaze for half a moment before she slipped back behind him, he sighed somewhat and sat up on the bed straighter, hunching his shoulders over himself forcing his back to curve inwards slightly. Resting his elbow on his leg, he rubbed the sleep from his eye with one hand, though the motion could have also stood for trying to rub away the pressing headache that was beginning to form there. "She's coming back..." Jafar said matter-of-factly as he felt her lips on his neck, trying his damnedest to not be affected by it. The last thing he needed was to put himself in an even more vulnerable position. Shrugging her off lightly, letting her know that he simply wasn't in the mood any longer, he took advantage of the short time alone they had and pushed himself from the bed to get dressed. "Don't you have an appointment with tall, tan and broody today anyway?" Pulling back slightly she hesitated her eyes flicking up to look up at him as he mentioned the fact that she was going to be coming back shortly though why it seemed to bother him she had no idea, the girl was only coming back to drop the food that he had asked for off then once that was done she would be leaving the room and undoubtedly thinking twice before trying to impress the two of them again by using her initiative, "Then let her come back. She is bringing us food. She will be in and out of the room in a few moments and we shall have all the time in the world for one another again. There is no reason for us to cut our happiness short due to that happening..." Her smile however faded her hands slipping from his body as she felt him shrug her off watching as he stood up moving to get dressed leaving her sitting naked upon the mattress her hands dropping to her lap, "I was happy... For once I felt blissful, I never wished for the moment to end yet you would rather me leave your company to go see the brute of the Pride Lands? I do not care for Scar, he can wait until I am ready to meet him..." Gerald finished his plating and pushed the tray toward Aurora, "There you are, Princess." "Thank you," Aurora said quietly as she gathered the tray and once again made the trek back to the Queen's bedroom. She was biting at the skin on her lips as she walked, not really wanting to go back in there. She could have asked someone else to go for her but she felt as though that might cause some kind of backlash from either Jafar or Maleficent. She moved quickly through the halls, the slight clatters of the tray and the soft thud of her heels hitting the ground were the only sounds to fill the hall. When she reached the door again, she looked at it for some time before taking a deep breath and knocking quietly once more. Turning her head to look back over at the door as she heard the knocking once more floating in through it she frowned a defeated sigh escaping through her lips as she stepped down from the bed standing up before she began to make her way across the room, reaching out as she got there she opened the wardrobe pulling out one of the many outfits she had the saree she pulled out red in color, "Get the door. If you want me to leave for the Pride Lands then I do not have time to waste..." Glancing over her shoulder she motioned towards the door before she turned away from him wandering through the door and into the bathroom quickly working to turn on the hot water allowing it to flow down what looked to be a private stone waterfall her voice calling out from over the sound of the flowing water, "If you choose, feel free to join me... Once you've gotten rid of her and feel the need to relax..." Placing her saree down on the stone bench she stepped into the shower her eyes closing as she let the water begin to relax her. Running his fingers through his entanglement of black curls a few times before adorning his turban, Jafar remained silent as Freya moved herself to the sectioned off area of her bed chambers that was the bathroom. It wasn't that he wanted her to go to The Pride Lands, no man would willingly send someone they loved into the care of that beast of a man, Scar. But he had his own little agenda today, and for the time being, he had to make sure she kept busy without him. Better to ask forgiveness than permission with her; thirteen years of screwing up royally had taught him at least that. After ensuring that he was dressed properly, Jafar grabbed for his cobra-headed staff that was leaning up against one of the nightstands. Using the staff as an extension of his arm, he swept it around, pointing the head at the door where they suddenly flew open by magic, allowing Aurora in. "Put the tray with the other one and get out, child; find someone else to pester. Your Queen and I are very busy today and can't be bothered with your juvenile behavior." He reprimanded her quickly, keeping his eyes off her as he instead walked to the table where she had left the previous service and looked over what it was that she had brought the first time, eying it suspiciously. Aurora jumped a little when the door suddenly flew open in front of her. She looked at Jafar as he was lowering his staff, his eyes wide. She said not a word to him as he told her to put down the tray and leave them be. She quickly walked to the table and placed the tray down, her eyes looking at Jafar as he inspected what she had brought for the Queen. She lowered her eyes again, staring at her feet. With a quick curtsy, she turned and left the Sultan and Queen to enjoy their morning however they wished. She released the breath she had been holding as she was further away from the Queen's quarters and slowed her pace before she returned to walking in near silence down the hall. Audibly scoffing as Aurora left, making his current mood towards the girl rather clear, Jafar moved his staff back in the direction of the doors and had them close before returning his attention to the now two trays of breakfast left for him and Freya on the table. Not having much of an appetite any longer, however knowing he needed something to give his body to run off of, he plucked a handful of sliced apples from the second tray and nibbled on a wedge as he made his way to the bathroom. "I've a bit of business to attend to back in Agrabah today." He told her loudly so that she could hear him over the running water. "When you've finished with the pussycat, call for me. My work should be finished by then." He kept his voice firm an even, a tone he often-times reserved for when he was strictly business and no longer interested in the more sociable affairs of his love. Although he enjoyed the latter, much more than he knew he probably should, the both of them knew that there was a time and place, and now just wasn't it. Their moment had been last night and into the early present morning; but it had since passed and the time to move forward had come. Frowning she narrowed her eyes her head turning to the side slightly as she listened to what he had to say to her knowing that the moment of pure bliss the two of them had been sharing was now dead with no way to be revived, "My business with the cat will most likely take most of the day. Do not get your hopes up Jafar. But if that is what you wish, I will call for you the moment in which I get back." Turning her head away from him again she closed her eyes lifting her head up so to allow the warm water to flow over her face, through her hair and down her body to the bottom of the shower and in turn the drain, lifting her hands up she ran her fingers through her hair her back arching slightly as she began to relax a soft sigh escaping her lips as she soon came to the realization that she was now alone in the bathroom. Exhaling a sharp sigh from his nose, Jafar simply turned and headed out, getting halfway to the double doors of the bed chamber before a wall of fire appeared before him in which he stepped through, the flames lapping up his person as he seemed to be swallowed up whole until neither him nor the flames remained as though neither of them had been there.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

All I know is that I usually go after Teal lol Rose. Always the follower unless she isn't.

Once Upon a Time...

Alice Liddell

~General Information~

Name (Storybrooke): Charlotte Logan. Real Name: Alice Liddell. Status/ Job in Storybrooke: A nun (formally); a writer (presently). Place Of Origin: Wonderland. Age: 24. Affiliation: Neutral Good. * A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. She is devoted to helping others. She works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. Appearance: Wardrobe Style: The manner in which Alice dresses is extremely dependent on the mood in which she arises from her bed each morning, this causing her wardrobe to contain a vast amount of objects from a large range of styles and colors (eg. Hipster/ Indie, Sweet, Winter). The young woman finding wonder in everything from a stunning diamond necklace, to a traditional Native American headdress. With a love of nature the girl is often found sporting at least one flower, whether this be a simple pendent on a necklace, or a crown of flowers resting atop her head. Though no matter what outfit the young girl chooses to wear, she refuses to take off her most favored accessory, her necklace with the key shaped pendent.

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single. Parents: Carpenter and his wife. Siblings: Edric Liddell; Cheshire Cat. Pet/s: While not owning her own pet, Alice has a thing for wild animals and enjoys spending hours observing them in their natural habitats. Edric Liddell - Heather Jekyll - Evelyn Hyde - Ruby Lucas - Granny - Knox Kowalski - Belle - Mark Dufresne - Regina Mills - Mason Mills - Snow White - David Nolan - Robert Leland - Mother Superior - Grumpy and the other Dwarves - Victor Frankenstein - Cora Mills - Killian Jones - Jefferson Madden - Mr. Gold -

~Personal Information~

Personality: Sweet, charming and graceful, Alice is a very loving, kind hearted girl who cares for those who she is close to. Extremely curious and full of life she tends to find herself walking into danger or getting into trouble more often than she would like. Quietly confident and calm, she sometimes tends to pull away from company becoming very reserved and thoughtful. With a fierce intelligence, the rare ability to make people laugh, and a warm bubbly glow about her; she tries her best at everything she does. Strengths: Although a kind, sweet soul, Alice stands up for what she believes in no matter the cost. She's helpful beyond measure, always putting aside her own needs to the favor of others she is close to and even some that she's not, if they have good intentions. Skills Unnaturally bright and unique in her own way, Alice has the aptitude for thinking outside the box on general occasion, always coming up with strange ideas that would normally otherwise be considered near impossible to pull off, though with the girls odd way of using her intelligence she is known for being able to twist them to the point of making it all work out. Talents Alice has a flair for writing and enjoys weaving her words into fanciful tales filled with grand adventures and great heroes. She is also known to keep journals, writing in them each and every night detailed recounts of her day to day events. She also has a knack for cooking, having had to learn at an early age to help feed herself and her brother Edric, who can not cook. She has a love for drawing and is really quite good at it coming up with the skill on her own to illustrate her own writings. Her creative inspiration also had Alice picking up and learning to play a Pan Flute at an early age and can play the instrument quite well. Weaknesses: Also known for being stubborn beyond measure, Alice won't back down when it comes down to a decision she has already made up in her mind, and usually when she has her teeth sunk so deeply into something, it is nearly impossible to convince her otherwise. Her curiosity almost always leads her into trouble, whether it be something as minor as a slight paper cut or something far more serious as having to run from The Queen's soldiers. Even when having to deal with the consequences, Alice just doesn't seem to know when enough is enough, her curiosity only growing with every moment that passes her by. Magic Capabilities: Dream walking/ manipulation - Alice has the unique ability to enter a world she knows as "The Dream World", allowing her to slip in and out of the dreams of others, as well as allowing her to summon others into her own dreams. Along with this form of power, Alice has also been able to master the ability to manipulate the dreams she see's around her, allowing her to bring both the sweetest of dreams to a person, as well as the most terrible of nightmares. Although with her gift also comes a terrible danger. While moving about the Dream World should a person, including herself get hurt, their injuries would transfer through the dreams before transferring to that persons physical body making this a dangerous form of magic that she very rarely chooses to use. This particular form of magic also only happens to work if the person contacting/ or being contacted by Alice, is in the same world as she is in. It does not work across realms. Weapons: Alice does not posses any weapons, though she is skilled enough to handle a blade. Brief Biography: Both curious and adventurous by nature, Alice always managed to find herself walking into the clutches of danger, stumbling her way into trouble which in turn seemed to gain her a lot of attention from those around her. Most of the attention both unwanted and unneeded, and eventually her actions led her to being at the mercy of the Queen of Hearts, who in turn ordered for her execution. On the day of her scheduled death, she pleaded with her brother to save her from her untimely demise, but with his own cowardly needs in mind, he fled from the scene leaving her behind with a heavy heart from her own brothers betrayal. Presumed dead, no one knew exactly what had become of Alice Liddell. Pulled from the clutches of death just in the nick of time, Alice was whisked away from Wonderland and instead of getting the freedom she sought, she found herself kept hidden away and held captive under the not so loving care of Rumpelstiltskin. After trying his best to have her as a housekeeper, the Dark One having tired of her strange ways and antics placed her up in the western tower of his castle, locking her away in her own dream world and enchanting the room so that her magic wouldn't leak out into the world giving any clues that she might actually still be alive. Her isolation slowly driving her to the brink of insanity, the young girl (while not physically being there) recreating figures of the people she knew and cared for, her actions causing her to gain not only a greater understanding but a new found fear of her magic. Pulled out of her prison once the Evil Queen's curse had been enacted, Alice was pulled away from the world she knew landing (with most others from the Enchanted Forest) in a world without magic. Now free of her curse though kept captive in another prison, the young woman, now known as Charlotte Logan, spent the next five years serving in a convent with the other nuns of Storybrooke, unknowingly waiting for the day when the curse was to be broken allowing her to once more regain her memories. Seeming to wake up with the rest of the town, the veil over her past beginning to lift allowing her memories to come flooding back to her though it didn't the (now) young woman much time to adjust as a blast from her past sent her tumbling down the rabbit hole back to the land in which she had grown up and once called her home.

Once Upon a Time...

Regina Mills / The Evil Queen

Name: Regina Mills, ‘Madame Mayor,’ The Evil Queen Appearance (Regina): Appearance (The Evil Queen): Age: 36 (+5 non-aging years from the curse)

Affiliation: Chaotic Evil

Status and Job: Regina Mills, Madame Mayor, Sorcereress

Magic Capabilities: Having been taught by Rumpelstiltskin himself, Regina’s magic nearly rivals his own, though she has more of a knack for enchanting objects and ripping out hearts for control than her mentor does. The sole reason Regina wanted to learn magic was to bring back the dead, which she still hasn’t been able to accomplish and has just settled down with the fact that even with magic, it isn’t possible. Her only limits include realm jumping without a magic bean (or other portal opener), forcing someone to fall in love and bringing back the dead. Regina’s favored magic abilities include those of the use of magic mirrors, a poisoned apple, disguising herself to look like someone else, taking people’s hearts and brewing potions for her own selfish reasons.

Weapons: Regina doesn’t have any need for weapons, however she can be caught with a dagger from time to time when magic has failed her (usually hidden in one of her boots). She has the know-how and skill to wield a sword but is barely ever seen using this skill. She can also use her body and stunningly good looks as a weapon, should the opportunity arise.

Skills: Regina is a born leader, able to run the small city of Storybrooke as Mayor confidently and smoothly, keeping Storybrooke flourishing and alive despite the town’s undying hatred towards her. She’s a skilled liar; able to deceive and manipulate people on a whim without them ever knowing and can easily turn the blame to others when caught in a situation. It also helps that she seems to have ‘eyes’ all over Storybrooke, enabling her to know just about everything everyone is up to at all times.

Talents: Regina, in her spare time, enjoys landscaping her immaculate lawn of her mansion, both front and back, though she takes special pride in her apple tree growing out in the back. She’s also a decent cook, able to whip up most anything from scratch but her absolute forte is warm and flaky apple pies. She’s also been known to be quite the time in the bedroom.

Strengths: Back in The Enchanted Forest, Regina is the Queen, and therefore has an entire army at her disposal and runs the entire kingdom. She has eyes and ears everywhere; not much goes on in the Enchanted Forest that she doesn’t know about. Her magic aptitude also keeps her on top, as very few can rival her power. A lot of this power carried over to Storybrooke where Regina is the Mayor. Everyone’s business is HER business. No one knows how she does it, but Regina knows what’s going on with everyone, everything, and all the time. She also has her own ways of getting what she wants if someone proves to be stubborn, since she controls the law enforcement. Simply put, you can’t breathe without Regina knowing about it. She has a very driving willpower to see to the end what she desires most, and will not stop unless she is forced to physically or by other means. Despite being ‘knocked down’ a great handful of times in her life, she always ‘gets back up on the horse’ and tries again.

Weaknesses: Although Regina won’t ever admit it, she is very lonely and just wants someone to be there with here even though her harsh personality constantly drives people away (which she does not understand). Also, even though Regina is a very powerful sorceress she is still human and can still bleed, therefore is weak to any normal status ailment or weapon (it’s just harder to injure her because she’s so magically protected). Any mention of Daniel or Snow White has her blood boiling, and her rage towards a blood war she had started so many years ago leaves her blind to the bigger picture; oftentimes leading to her temporary defeat. She also has a new soft spot in her heart for her adopted Son Mason, who she will do almost anything for his happiness.

Relationships: Regina knows most everyone in Storybrooke and everyone knows her. She IS the mayor after all and everyone within Storybrooke was brought here personally by her hand. Edric Liddell - Regina absolutely detests Henry Carlyle (she refuses to call him Edric, given she only knew him as Henry to begin with). Even though she had no clue as to who he was back in the Enchanted Forest or his persona as The Cheshire Cat, the simple fact that he came to Storybrooke to break the curse and is in cahoots with Mr. Gold gives her enough reason to want him dead. When the curse was still in effect, Regina had gone out of her way to keep him under her thumb, by means of threatening, sleeping with him, and manipulation however the little weasel managed to break though her watchful eye and bring an end to the curse anyway. As of right now, Regina isn’t sure if she detests Henry more than Snow or not, but the two are very high up on her list. Heather Jekyll - Regina finds the Head Doctor of Storybrooke... tolerable. She's a head strong woman though, and when she shows this strong side Regina can't help but to lash out and quickly put her back in her place. Aside from that, however, Faye keeps away from Regina and Regina has no cause to seek Faye out, until she recently discovered a secret about the doctor, a secret that nearly got her killed. Now very leery of Dr. Stevenson, Regina keeps her distance but an ever so close eye on her. The fact that she was revealed to be Henry Carlyle’s true love gives her a couple ideas on how to get back at Henry, but has yet to act on them. Evelyn Hyde - Regina had no idea that this woman even existed until it was almost too late. It became quite clear quite quickly that this mysterious woman wanted Regina dead; she still has the bruises on her neck to prove it. Regina won't admit it, but she has grown quite frightened of Evelyn Hyde as she seems to possess more strength than herself, even her diplomatic influence on the town can't rush in to save her from this... monster Regina’s magic has yet to help her against Evelyn. Ruby Lucas – Regina views Ruby Lucas as an annoying little tramp that's just taking up space in Storybrooke. Quite frankly, she’s glad that Ruby lost her memories for trying to cross the town line. The little skank deserved it. Granny - Just as annoying and pointless as her granddaughter, in Regina’s opinion. Perhaps her only redemption is the food she serves at her diner which Regina will go to from time to time, though Regina may have confronted Granny about the dress code of a certain waitress on a number of occasions especially now since Mason is almost always at her side. Knox Kowalski - If he weren't always so broody all the time, Regina might have tried to get to know him a bit better. He's handsome to boot, but has little use for him anywhere else now that her plan to try to keep Snow and Charming from each other by ‘marrying’ Knox and Mary Margaret was thwarted. Frankly, she’s glad he didn’t come back to Storybrooke with the others. He just took up space anyway. Belle – Regina will never forgive Robert for letting lose her scapegoat. Belle was to be imprisoned for a while longer, used only when she could hurt Mr. Gold the most. Now that the two are reunited and with a knowledge of what had happened, she only wishes she would have killed Belle when she had the chance. Back in The Enchanted Forest, Regina snatched Belle away shortly after she was turned into a beast and killed her new husband, Gaston. She saw right through that marriage, knowing where her true love truly lied which she wanted to use to her advantage. Manipulating Rumpelstiltskin into imprisoning himself in a magical prison she crushed Belle’s heart in front of him to see him crumble at her feet before enacting the curse. Of course, this wasn’t the real Belle, only an illusion. She had planned on holding onto the real Belle just a bit longer, keeping her in a basement asylum for five years with her memories intact with only herself to talk to. Her plan failed, however, when Robert got his memories back before the curse was lifted, and now with Rumpel and Belle reunited, she has nothing left on the Pawnbroker; save for maybe a small bit of information that even he doesn’t know she knows about. Her origin of becoming the beast. It was Regina who delivered Rumpelstiltskin’s enchanted rose hair pin to Belle (under a disguise as an old woman) that keeps Belle from changing, after all. Mark Dufresne - Regina doesn't speak with Mark all too often. They used to be practically strangers on the street until one day she found out that Mark was Mason’s real father. She finds little to no significance in him otherwise as she can't even think about who he was back in The Enchanted Forest but that means little to her. Mark Dufresne is a threat to her happiness with Mason, and she will do whatever it takes to put the firefighter in his place: away from Mason. Now with her magic back, she revels in toying around with him, like predator playing with its prey before going in for the kill. Mr. Gold – Regina has nothing short of absolute detestation for the man. She loves to hate Mr. Gold, and once Snow White's demise is certain she'd be more than happy to shift her focus onto his utter downfall (though her temper has gotten the better of her a few times in which she has tried to do so already, like with Belle). She would never get rid of him for good, however, he is far too useful as a person, but Gods does she love watching him squirm. Their relationship spans out across a number of many years. He had come to her as Rumpelstiltskin, had trained her in magic, gave her the curse to cast her own happy ending, and now she strives to become more powerful than him. It's a constant battle of wits between the two of them, however Regina almost always comes up just a tad short against the Pawnbroker Imp, and she's aiming to fix that. Mason Mills - Perhaps the only thing in Regina's life that makes it worth living for once she realized that the curse would be broken and Snow White would get her happy ending back. In an otherwise lonely life, Mason has brought light to her world and helped her to love again. Now her adoptive son, it is as if he were her very own, the bond they share like a true mother and son and she wouldn't have it any other way. She is by means exceptionally overprotective of him, especially when Mark Dufresne (who is the boy’s real father) is around, and will stop at nothing to keep his happiness with her. Snow White - Frankly, the woman should be dead. Regina has had so many chances to do just that, end the miserable life on the very person that destroyed her own, but Regina's sense of vengeance and wanting others to suffer has always won out, keeping a cursed version of Snow White alive simply to watch her suffer during the time of the curse. Now with Snow awake, reunited with Charming and the curse broken, Regina is unsure of what to do next; she never believed that it would get this far but she has plenty of time to plan. David Nolan – A real charming guy... *eye roll* Regina has spent years keeping David away from Mary Margaret, keeping their happiness away in lieu of her own. It worked for a while, until that insufferable Henry Carlyle came to town and began to change things. Now David has taken over the police force, putting a slight damper on Regina’s ‘complete control’ over the city, but he is as dim-witted as he is brawny, which Regina uses to her advantage from time to time. Robert Leland – Who used to be Regina’s right hand man, she could count on Robert to do whatever it is that she wished, and even though he went about things in his own legal way, he got results, results that made Regina happy. Robert also doubled as a bedside partner with no attachments, really the perfect arrangement until suddenly, he began to defy her including helping imprisoned Belle to return to Rumpelstiltskin’s life, crushing any leverage she had on the Pawnbroker. Now as the curse is broken, she can almost feel him plotting against her, to create her own downfall and has since become quite leery of Robert, feeling betrayal and hurt more than anything. Needless to say, there isn’t any more bedroom action for Regina anymore. Mother Superior - Grumpy and the other Dwarves - Victor Frankenstein - Cora Mills - Killian Jones - Jefferson Madden - Alice Liddell -

Brief Bio: Regina was born in the shadow of her mother who constantly reminded Regina that whatever it was that she did, it was for her ‘own good.’ Regina was raised royally though she wanted no part of it; all she wanted was to ride horses and be free, however her mother would not allow it. Regina grew rebellious and eventually fell in love with the stable boy, Daniel. The two met in secret on a regular basis and one day, Daniel proposed. The two planned on running away together, Regina cared not for her royal future; all she wanted was true love. On the afternoon before they were to run off together, Regina heard a cry for help and spotted a little girl on the back of a spooked horse, running to their sure death. Regina jumped on her own horse and chased down the little girl, eventually stopping the wild horse and saving the little girl’s life. It wasn’t until Regina got home that she realized that the little girl was King Leopold’s daughter, Snow White, and King Leopold was out and about looking for a wife. And since this woman had saved his daughter from her death, he sought out Regina at once. Regina’s mother, Cora, accepted the betrothal on Regina’s behalf and in anger, Regina ran to the stables, determined to run away with Daniel. She met with him in the barn and cried out her worries to her lover, however Snow White, who had come to thank Regina and also welcome her as her new mother, overheard everything and ran off, crying. Regina chased after Snow and tried to tell her about true love, and made her promise not to tell anyone. Snow White promised not to tell. Regina and Daniel then decided that it would be best for them to run away on a different day, and so their secret remained hidden. Cora took it upon herself to start spending time with little Snow White since she was to be her step-granddaughter. Cora then began telling Snow that she was jealous that she and Regina got along so well, since Regina seemed to distance herself away from her. She then went on to tell Snow that she was upset because all she wanted was to make Regina happy. Snow, unable to hold the secret any longer, then begged Cora to not make Regina marry her father because she was in love with someone else. Cora then took it upon herself to put the pieces together. On the night that Regina and Daniel were to run away together, the night before Regina’s wedding to the King, Regina met Daniel in the stables; however Cora had followed her daughter there and found out everything. Out of rage that Regina was going to throw away her right to be Queen, Cora ripped out Daniel’s heart and crushed it in front of Regina, demanding that she marry King Leopold and take the throne as Queen. Now heart-broken and left with no other choice, Regina married the King and became Snow White’s step-mother. But she never stopped thinking about Daniel. It was because of this empty hole in her heart that got Regina thinking… can magic bring back the dead? There was only one person that would ever be capable of doing such a thing… and so she summoned Rumpelstiltskin and became his apprentice, learning the ways of dark magic although Rumpelstiltskin made it quite clear that “…dead is dead…” So Regina began to fill the empty hole in her heart with power, anger, and vengeance towards Snow White and in the process, killed her very own mother by pushing her through a looking glass to a land in which she knew nothing of, only later to send a rogue pirate by the name of Killian Jones to crush Cora’s heart for her. Years of plotting and planning, Regina finally came up with the perfect way to get back at Snow White. Through her heart. Regina staged Snow’s father’s ‘accidental’ death and reveled in her tears at the funeral. Afterwards, Regina sent out her Huntsman to chase Snow down through the woods and bring back her heart. The Huntsman, however having a kind heart, let Snow go and tried to trick the Queen by bringing her the heart of a stag instead. Regina was not fooled. Regina spent the next couple of years searching for Snow White through the forest, but never prevailed. Snow just always seemed to be one step ahead of her, all the time. And so Regina, tired of playing the game of cat and mouse, took matters into her own hands and began to torture her subjects. Anyone who knew information about Snow White but kept it to themselves was killed and thus the blood count by Regina’s own hand grew and grew the longer Snow hid and the blood war between royal families began. Snow was unable to take it anymore, unable to let others take the fall for something she had done, and so she agreed to meet Regina to make the bloodshed stop. Regina handed Snow a poisoned apple, telling Snow that if she did not take it willingly, Regina would kill Prince James (Charming) as she had him captive and continue to torture the innocent people in the villages. Seeing that Snow had no other choice, she bit the apple and fell lifeless to the ground. Now all Regina had to do was make sure that ‘True Loves Kiss’ wouldn’t be able to break the curse, and so, she went to Rumpelstiltskin for a curse that would keep the two of them apart forever. However, the curse came with a heavy price, and Regina was forced to rip the heart out of her very own father to create the curse. The curse brought upon a new land. Storybrooke. Having created the curse to bend to her will, Regina has sculpted Storybrooke out of her very imagination, making everything just exactly the way she wanted it. Everyone she used to know as ‘Pinnochio’ or ‘Grumpy’ had a completely new identity; even their memories were fake. As far as everyone else in Storybrooke is concerned, they have lived in Storybrooke their entire lives, going off of the false memories that Regina has implanted into their minds. She was able to pass along someone she used to know as Prince Charming and can smile knowing that he will never recognize Snow White, and has no memories of being married to her. She even adopted a small, young boy to help spruce up her life a bit, and Mason is the only person she truly cares for anymore aside from herself. However with the curse now being broken, and memories restored, Regina has been forced to tread carefully to save her own skin, but as magic has come to the small town, her rise in power is only just the beginning.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Dick Grayson, probably the only male in this RP that Rose WON'T flirt with (given their history)