Post by writersunite on Jan 10, 2013 19:37:43 GMT -5
ARCANIA PETER
[/color][/font] "When dealing with men, always bring the frying pan."
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: Unknown
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY Straight
BIRTHDAY: Unknown
CLASS: Rogue/Loner
TITLE/RANK: None
OCCUPATION: Thief
ALIGNMENT: Whichever side gets her what she wants
SPECIES: At least MOSTLY human
MAGICAL POWERS: Flight, able to see/touch/hear ghosts
TV SERIES: Peter and Wendy
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color] I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Dark brown in daylight, black at night
WEIGHT: Roughly 103lbs
HEIGHT: 5' 2"
GENERAL: Arcania's only physical flaw is a thin pink scar that curls around her left eye. She doesn't remember where she attained it, but certainly is aware of its existence. One of her Boys (the Lost Boys, that is) once inquired about it. He, in what seemed a matter of seconds, was strung up in a tree hanging by the ankles.
Though she is still a might short, "stubby" is not at all the right word. Her figure is as lean and slender as she is strong-willed and intelligent. Even looking as she is, there is a certain childlike quality to her that can be easily overlooked if you focus purely on her physical aspect. Below her femininity, is a boyish look that can be easily played to her advantage in terms of disguises.
ATTIRE: Pan is usually dressed in a long, dark green shirt that reaches to mid-thigh. Though loose-fitting, it does little to hide the unmistakably sure-footed movements underneath. Her long legs are clothed in tight-ish dark brown pants, hugging close to her flesh until the ankle. A silver anklet on her right foot, characterized by an uncut emerald dangling off of one side, is fastened above her bare foot. As shoes or boots tend to be louder, she avoids them at all costs and keeps to the familiar comfort of her own skin.[/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color] I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: Wary authorities, pickpocket competition, nosy people, guarded valuables, flying against strong winds
STRENGTHS: Flexibility (psychological and physical) cleverness, sneakiness, ability to hide emotions, basic resistance to minor magic
WEAKNESSES: Easily provoked temper, tendency to become ill when in cities for too long, enemies that know too many secrets
QUIRKS/HABITS: Enjoys flying under moonlight, cannot resist a proper fight when prodded correctly
FEARS: That she will never return to her Lost Boys, that she'll never escape the past she can't remember, that all dead children will vanish at her hand
GOALS: Returning to Neverland, keeping a full stomach, keeping Black Market business up and running
PERSONALITY Arcania Peter, nicknamed "Pan", is a determined girl with a strong sense of empathy. Even as such, this talent can be easily smothered when she wishes. But one thing she cannot hide, however, is the sense of loss and confusion that hovers around her like a thick fog.
Many secrets buried within her, any who can access a single one has the ability to penetrate a chink in her emotional armor and force her to act rashly, without much thought or conscience. This makes her vulnerable to attacks by mindreaders and long-time enemies, such as the infamous Captain Hook.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
[/color] WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU[/font][/center]
FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: The Lost Boys (though unrelated by blood as far as they know)
OTHER: None
FAMILIAR/PET: Reddish-brown and white ferret named Devon
PLACE OF BIRTH: Unknown
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wherever she falls asleep
WEAPONRY: A dull metal frying pan (usually strapped across her back)
HISTORY: Pan is ageless, and has been so for an unfathomable amount of time. Before Gold's nasty spell, she inhabited a world called Neverland, where she lived with a group of unfortunate juveniles known as the Lost Boys.
She remembers nothing of herself before Neverland, if there even WAS a before, and mostly prefers to keep it that way. Still though, to this day, she secretly yearns to know what her past may have held for her.
An enemy (and favorite entertainment source) was Captain James Hook. Whilst the two were in Neverland, they frequently enjoyed tormenting eachother and both found reasons to pity one another. Their strange relationship continued as long as they were in contact with one another, until Hook and his crew mysteriously vanished from Neverland...
Pan's duty, one long undeniable, is to find the spirits of deceased children and ferry them to Neverland. Her Lost Boys are a few of these souls, though many, many more lurk around her home. As she was taken from this world, it is now impossible for her to carry out this all-important duty. The longer she stays away, the more young spirits will flicker out. In order to save the dead children from becoming nothing and taking all memory of them into oblivion, she must return to Neverland to tend to their eternity.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
[/color] COULD BE A DEMON IN A MASK[/font][/center]
AGE: I'd prefer not to tell
EXPERIENCE: Not much when it comes to RPing, but I'm supposedly a great writer. I guess that counts.
CONTACT: PM
MEMBER TITLE: Not sure what this means...
ANSWER: I read the rules, and am still confused as to what to put here. [/ul]
EXAMPLE:
The girl's ghost shimmered under the silvery moonlight. She looked up at Pan, eyes glittering with the tears that would never leave, as she had died with them in her eyes. A wide splotch of blood had bloomed on the front of her nightgown, and would fade only when she reached Neverland... if ever.
"Help me," she pleaded. Arcania looked down at her, swallowing pity. The girl's spirit sputtered like a dying flame. She cried out, doubling over.
"I don't think I can," Pan told her. "Just be brave. Everything will be alright." The girl looked up, hope showing on her pained face. "You're fine. Where you're going, it'll be happy and warm and safe." In another fit, the girl screamed. Her wails vibrated Arcania's very essence. She flickered more wildly. She straightened, still flashing. Then she was solid again, face entirely composed.
"Liar," she whispered, and blinked out of existence. No fading, no pain, just... gone. Pan sighed.
"There goes another." Climbing to her feet, stepped out of the alley into the busy street. There, where the reek of sweat and unwashed bodies was inescapable, she melted into the crowd. After moving among them for a time, subtly reaching into pockets and removing coin purses as she went, she abruptly broke away from the crowd and moved toward the large and ever-open Gates.
Slipping through them, carefully evading notice of the guards, she moved into the trees and vanished into the dark greenery. Shrubs turned black by the twilight moon rustled as she passed, that and her soft breathing the only sound. Pausing under a shaft of silvery starlight, Arcania looked up slowly. A wide grin spread on her face. With a burst of speed, she rocketed up from the earth and took to her skies...
"Help me," she pleaded. Arcania looked down at her, swallowing pity. The girl's spirit sputtered like a dying flame. She cried out, doubling over.
"I don't think I can," Pan told her. "Just be brave. Everything will be alright." The girl looked up, hope showing on her pained face. "You're fine. Where you're going, it'll be happy and warm and safe." In another fit, the girl screamed. Her wails vibrated Arcania's very essence. She flickered more wildly. She straightened, still flashing. Then she was solid again, face entirely composed.
"Liar," she whispered, and blinked out of existence. No fading, no pain, just... gone. Pan sighed.
"There goes another." Climbing to her feet, stepped out of the alley into the busy street. There, where the reek of sweat and unwashed bodies was inescapable, she melted into the crowd. After moving among them for a time, subtly reaching into pockets and removing coin purses as she went, she abruptly broke away from the crowd and moved toward the large and ever-open Gates.
Slipping through them, carefully evading notice of the guards, she moved into the trees and vanished into the dark greenery. Shrubs turned black by the twilight moon rustled as she passed, that and her soft breathing the only sound. Pausing under a shaft of silvery starlight, Arcania looked up slowly. A wide grin spread on her face. With a burst of speed, she rocketed up from the earth and took to her skies...