Post by Wendy Darling on Apr 6, 2014 0:16:25 GMT -5
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Image/Face claim: Freya Tingley
Name: Wendy Darling
Gender: Female
Age: She appears around twelve or thirteen.
Occupation:
Family: George Darling(father), Mary Darling(mother), John Darling(brother), Michael Darling(brother), and Baelfire(adopted brother). They also have a dog named Nana, who acts as a nanny.
Friends: Wendy was friends with some Lost Boys. You don't have very much chances to make friends while you're in a cage.
Enemies: Peter Pan.
Strengths: Her imagination - Need a bedtime story or a story to keep you up in wonder? Wendy is known for her storytelling skills and is always happy to make one up. She tells stories about princesses, pirates, love, and tragedy.
Caring - Wendy is very caring, able to tell when someone is sad but is never too pushy when trying to find out the reason.
She is a very good listener and will be there if someone needs a shoulder to cry on.
Loyal and brave - Not many very people can be brave while wearing nothing but rags and a pale complexion. But if Wendy feels threatened, she can be brave and can fight back. She is also fiercely loyal, willing to protect anyone who shows her kindness and anyone smaller than her. Wendy is very protective, and is not afraid when it comes to her loved ones being in danger.
Weaknesses: Wendy would like to say that she still believes in magic. But centuries in a cage can change you, and she has simply given up hope of ever running free again. Her story telling abilities are damaged, and she's found herself frowning more than smiling. Sometimes fire will flicker in her eyes but will burn out. She has walls up that are weak and can be brought down with a few kind words and a soft touch. She's damaged but a part of her is still a naive little girl that will trust anyone. Wendy is also prone to fits of violence against anyone who will try to touch her, and that little girl can hate now. She can hate and her little heart is turning black as night...and no one knows it.
Quote: "You said magic was bad and you were right, Bae. It's going to destroy my family."
Personality: Wendy Darling's personality is exactly like her name: she's darling. She was raised to be the perfect little lady; gentle, well mannered, and the picture of innocence. She could smile and make anyone else smile, even when they're having a bad day. She hates to see suffering and never hesitates to reach out a hand to help. Her favorite thing to do is tell stories and pull people in with her words, painting pictures or weaving whole landscapes. A fire is lit in her eyes and nothing else can light it. It's the only time where she's truly herself. Sometimes she grabs the hand of the nearest person so they can help her tell the story, trying to get them involved. But that part of her is slightly damaged, as she believes less and less each day. She is stubborn, though. She tries to come up with new ones to keep herself going, even attracting audiences to her cage some nights.
Being an older sister gave her a protective and motherly streak. Before she was imprisoned, Wendy even started acting as a mother to some of the Lost Boys, especially the younger ones. Some even asked to call her "mother", which shocked and saddened her. Whenever she sees someone younger she feels the need to take them into her arms and comfort them. She wants to protect little ones from the evil of the world and even wants to warn them away from Neverland. But she wants to be protected as well, from her heart that's slowly growing black and is actually very lonely. She misses her parents and brothers, somehow knowing that her parents are long gone and knows that Pan is using her brothers. Around taunting Lost Boys she bites back but around Pan himself she is as mild and meek as a mouse.
Wendy hates feeling defenseless, and longs to be from her cage. In the stories she does manage to come up with, she is a bird whose feathers were clipped and she is kept in a prison by an evil man. At the end of her story someone always comes and rescues her. Sometimes it's Baelfire, her mother, father, or one of her brothers. Or it's all of them, guiding her back into her soft bed in the nursery. Then they tell her that she doesn't ever have to worry about growing up again. Wendy falls asleep after these stories, even sometimes feeling a pillow beneath her head and a blanket keeping her warm against the cold night air.
History: Wendy Moira Angela Darling was born as the eldest child of the Darling family, a joy to her parents. A few years later, her mother gave birth to her younger brother John, then their baby brother Michael. She loved them very much, acting as mother when their real one wasn't there. Wendy lived in the nursery with them, entertaining them with stories when they were much too awake to sleep. Some nights they would grab wooden swords and have pretend duels, as if they were pirates and were fighting over treasure. Her parents encouraged it while she was younger, and she thought that she would never have to grow up. And why would she want to? Growing up would mean leaving the nursery. But she grew into a perfect young lady, well mannered and gentle.
When Wendy turned thirteen years old, a boy stole into the Darling house one night. She heard noises and grabbed the nearest thing, ready to fight off the intruder. She immediately forgot her fear when she saw that he was just a hungry boy. Being gentle, Wendy allowed him to stay. Who was she to let an innocent boy live out in the streets and starve? That wasn't what young ladies did after all. The brains of mother and father were underestimated, but instead of sending Bae away they adopted him into their family. Wendy was overjoyed, having started to love him as a brother. He soon found out their secret: a Shadow came to the house every night, performing tricks. The horrified Baelfire warned them off, making them promise to never let the Shadow in again.
Against Bae's warning, when the Shadow came Wendy climbed up onto the window and took its hand. To her delight it spirited her off to Neverland. A magical island where you never grew up and never had to listen to adults. It sounded wonderful! And it was. Wendy had never felt so free...so alive! But soon night fell on the island, and it turned dark. The little boys sat on the shore, crying. They wanted to go home...they wanted to see their families. Wendy looked around for help. Surely someone would understand? Surely someone would let them go home? But Peter Pan, the terrible and magical king of Neverland wouldn't let them. Wendy stomped and cried, pleading with him. He had seemed so nice...and he even played music that the boys danced to. Although she could never hear it, no matter how hard she strained her ears.
She was sent away, just because she was a girl. Peter Pan didn't want her. He needed boys, he said. He could promise that she would be safe....but not her brothers. Wendy knew that the Shadow would be coming for her brothers, and hated it. The Shadow took her back to her house safely, much to the relief of Bae, Michael, and John. She warned them about the Shadow..and they were afraid. The children of the Darling house prepared to fight. And fight they did, with Bae sacrificing himself so the creature would not touch his new family. He was flown away just like Wendy was, but there was no coming back this time. Wendy refused to believe that he was gone, even though her parents insisted that he was. "You can't bring him back, darling. He's gone." With the two words "I believe," Wendy was spirited away once more to rescue her best friend. er reward was being put in a cage by none other than Peter Pan himself.
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Image/Face claim: Freya Tingley
Name: Wendy Darling
Gender: Female
Age: She appears around twelve or thirteen.
Occupation:
Family: George Darling(father), Mary Darling(mother), John Darling(brother), Michael Darling(brother), and Baelfire(adopted brother). They also have a dog named Nana, who acts as a nanny.
Friends: Wendy was friends with some Lost Boys. You don't have very much chances to make friends while you're in a cage.
Enemies: Peter Pan.
Strengths: Her imagination - Need a bedtime story or a story to keep you up in wonder? Wendy is known for her storytelling skills and is always happy to make one up. She tells stories about princesses, pirates, love, and tragedy.
Caring - Wendy is very caring, able to tell when someone is sad but is never too pushy when trying to find out the reason.
She is a very good listener and will be there if someone needs a shoulder to cry on.
Loyal and brave - Not many very people can be brave while wearing nothing but rags and a pale complexion. But if Wendy feels threatened, she can be brave and can fight back. She is also fiercely loyal, willing to protect anyone who shows her kindness and anyone smaller than her. Wendy is very protective, and is not afraid when it comes to her loved ones being in danger.
Weaknesses: Wendy would like to say that she still believes in magic. But centuries in a cage can change you, and she has simply given up hope of ever running free again. Her story telling abilities are damaged, and she's found herself frowning more than smiling. Sometimes fire will flicker in her eyes but will burn out. She has walls up that are weak and can be brought down with a few kind words and a soft touch. She's damaged but a part of her is still a naive little girl that will trust anyone. Wendy is also prone to fits of violence against anyone who will try to touch her, and that little girl can hate now. She can hate and her little heart is turning black as night...and no one knows it.
Quote: "You said magic was bad and you were right, Bae. It's going to destroy my family."
Personality: Wendy Darling's personality is exactly like her name: she's darling. She was raised to be the perfect little lady; gentle, well mannered, and the picture of innocence. She could smile and make anyone else smile, even when they're having a bad day. She hates to see suffering and never hesitates to reach out a hand to help. Her favorite thing to do is tell stories and pull people in with her words, painting pictures or weaving whole landscapes. A fire is lit in her eyes and nothing else can light it. It's the only time where she's truly herself. Sometimes she grabs the hand of the nearest person so they can help her tell the story, trying to get them involved. But that part of her is slightly damaged, as she believes less and less each day. She is stubborn, though. She tries to come up with new ones to keep herself going, even attracting audiences to her cage some nights.
Being an older sister gave her a protective and motherly streak. Before she was imprisoned, Wendy even started acting as a mother to some of the Lost Boys, especially the younger ones. Some even asked to call her "mother", which shocked and saddened her. Whenever she sees someone younger she feels the need to take them into her arms and comfort them. She wants to protect little ones from the evil of the world and even wants to warn them away from Neverland. But she wants to be protected as well, from her heart that's slowly growing black and is actually very lonely. She misses her parents and brothers, somehow knowing that her parents are long gone and knows that Pan is using her brothers. Around taunting Lost Boys she bites back but around Pan himself she is as mild and meek as a mouse.
Wendy hates feeling defenseless, and longs to be from her cage. In the stories she does manage to come up with, she is a bird whose feathers were clipped and she is kept in a prison by an evil man. At the end of her story someone always comes and rescues her. Sometimes it's Baelfire, her mother, father, or one of her brothers. Or it's all of them, guiding her back into her soft bed in the nursery. Then they tell her that she doesn't ever have to worry about growing up again. Wendy falls asleep after these stories, even sometimes feeling a pillow beneath her head and a blanket keeping her warm against the cold night air.
History: Wendy Moira Angela Darling was born as the eldest child of the Darling family, a joy to her parents. A few years later, her mother gave birth to her younger brother John, then their baby brother Michael. She loved them very much, acting as mother when their real one wasn't there. Wendy lived in the nursery with them, entertaining them with stories when they were much too awake to sleep. Some nights they would grab wooden swords and have pretend duels, as if they were pirates and were fighting over treasure. Her parents encouraged it while she was younger, and she thought that she would never have to grow up. And why would she want to? Growing up would mean leaving the nursery. But she grew into a perfect young lady, well mannered and gentle.
When Wendy turned thirteen years old, a boy stole into the Darling house one night. She heard noises and grabbed the nearest thing, ready to fight off the intruder. She immediately forgot her fear when she saw that he was just a hungry boy. Being gentle, Wendy allowed him to stay. Who was she to let an innocent boy live out in the streets and starve? That wasn't what young ladies did after all. The brains of mother and father were underestimated, but instead of sending Bae away they adopted him into their family. Wendy was overjoyed, having started to love him as a brother. He soon found out their secret: a Shadow came to the house every night, performing tricks. The horrified Baelfire warned them off, making them promise to never let the Shadow in again.
Against Bae's warning, when the Shadow came Wendy climbed up onto the window and took its hand. To her delight it spirited her off to Neverland. A magical island where you never grew up and never had to listen to adults. It sounded wonderful! And it was. Wendy had never felt so free...so alive! But soon night fell on the island, and it turned dark. The little boys sat on the shore, crying. They wanted to go home...they wanted to see their families. Wendy looked around for help. Surely someone would understand? Surely someone would let them go home? But Peter Pan, the terrible and magical king of Neverland wouldn't let them. Wendy stomped and cried, pleading with him. He had seemed so nice...and he even played music that the boys danced to. Although she could never hear it, no matter how hard she strained her ears.
She was sent away, just because she was a girl. Peter Pan didn't want her. He needed boys, he said. He could promise that she would be safe....but not her brothers. Wendy knew that the Shadow would be coming for her brothers, and hated it. The Shadow took her back to her house safely, much to the relief of Bae, Michael, and John. She warned them about the Shadow..and they were afraid. The children of the Darling house prepared to fight. And fight they did, with Bae sacrificing himself so the creature would not touch his new family. He was flown away just like Wendy was, but there was no coming back this time. Wendy refused to believe that he was gone, even though her parents insisted that he was. "You can't bring him back, darling. He's gone." With the two words "I believe," Wendy was spirited away once more to rescue her best friend. er reward was being put in a cage by none other than Peter Pan himself.
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<p>The day Wendy returned from Neverland was forever burned in the girl's memory. She remembered Bae asking if she was okay, then her reassuring all three of her brothers including him that she was. It's wonderful, just like the stories said! There are no adults and you can do whatever you want, whenever you want. There are no bedtimes or rules. But when night came....the children started crying and wanted to go home. They weren't allowed to leave at all. There's a reason they call it Neverland, she had told them while trying not to cry like those little boys did. Because once you set foot on its soil, you never leave. This was met with obvious confusion. How did she escape, then? The tears were threatening to come back but she swallowed them down, looking anywhere but at them. He let me go. Because he didn't want me. But he said he would be back...for John and Michael. He would come tonight. They prepared for the arrival of the Shadow, ready to fight it off. Baelfire ended up sacrificing himself, saving little Michael. The Darling children rushed to the window, shouting after him. Why hadn't he wanted her? Why couldn't he get any of his lost boys to help?</p>
<p>Now that she thought about it....she hadn't seen any lost boys. A sharp stab of pity pierced her heart, but she didn't let it show. Peter wouldn't like pity, not at all...she knew that much. But he had lost his family..the ones who believe in him. I believe in you, she wanted to say. Wendy wanted to touch his face and look at him. I believe in you, I believe in you, I believe in you. Then he wouldn't ever have to worry about dying again. Then he wouldn't have to be evil. It was wishful thinking, but....She almost reached for his face, and stopped immediately. She forced herself to drop her hand back by her side. You hate him. You have to hate him. He doesn't deserve your pity. Where's some of that old fire you had in the cage?</p>
<p>But she couldn't hate him with every fiber of her being...because he could be gentle. Like when he held her hand back, instead of pulling away and sneering at the childish action. Was he trying to comfort her? Because it worked, and she could have sworn she felt the same tingle that ran through her fingers run through him. Maybe more wishful thinking? Or was this how love worked? How someone you love could turn your fears to ashes. Wendy looked at him, tilting her head to the side. A smile touched her lips. "I've heard that before. I am smarter than I look. I like to think that I have gotten wise." Easy. You don't want him to clip your wings again. But the feel of his hand on hers told her that he wouldn't.</p>
<p>The moment was over too soon, and the tingling hadn't faded away. Her heart pounded in her ears and was too loud for her liking. Why did he have to be so....what was the word? Magical? Maybe it was magic that was making her feel this way. Some mysterious power that made someone as light as her fall in love with someone as dark as him. Thankfully, the pounding in her ears dulled enough so she could hear him. "Then I must be really afraid if I'm this brave." Wendy's mouth opened into a little 'o' shape when he touched her hair again. Why..? She closed her mouth, shaking off her surprise. "If I was, what would you do?"</p>
<p>Now that she thought about it....she hadn't seen any lost boys. A sharp stab of pity pierced her heart, but she didn't let it show. Peter wouldn't like pity, not at all...she knew that much. But he had lost his family..the ones who believe in him. I believe in you, she wanted to say. Wendy wanted to touch his face and look at him. I believe in you, I believe in you, I believe in you. Then he wouldn't ever have to worry about dying again. Then he wouldn't have to be evil. It was wishful thinking, but....She almost reached for his face, and stopped immediately. She forced herself to drop her hand back by her side. You hate him. You have to hate him. He doesn't deserve your pity. Where's some of that old fire you had in the cage?</p>
<p>But she couldn't hate him with every fiber of her being...because he could be gentle. Like when he held her hand back, instead of pulling away and sneering at the childish action. Was he trying to comfort her? Because it worked, and she could have sworn she felt the same tingle that ran through her fingers run through him. Maybe more wishful thinking? Or was this how love worked? How someone you love could turn your fears to ashes. Wendy looked at him, tilting her head to the side. A smile touched her lips. "I've heard that before. I am smarter than I look. I like to think that I have gotten wise." Easy. You don't want him to clip your wings again. But the feel of his hand on hers told her that he wouldn't.</p>
<p>The moment was over too soon, and the tingling hadn't faded away. Her heart pounded in her ears and was too loud for her liking. Why did he have to be so....what was the word? Magical? Maybe it was magic that was making her feel this way. Some mysterious power that made someone as light as her fall in love with someone as dark as him. Thankfully, the pounding in her ears dulled enough so she could hear him. "Then I must be really afraid if I'm this brave." Wendy's mouth opened into a little 'o' shape when he touched her hair again. Why..? She closed her mouth, shaking off her surprise. "If I was, what would you do?"</p>
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