Post by wendy on Nov 28, 2012 23:00:50 GMT
Wendy Moira Angela Darling
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Age: immortal but appears 17
Species: Legend
Occupation: Mother to the Lost Boys
Playby: Anna Popplewell
Father: George Darling
Mother: Mary Darling
Siblings: John Darling and Michael Darling
Other: Nana, her nurse-dog, Lost Boys (adopted brothers)
Likes:
- story telling
- giving orders
- cleaning
- Peter Pan
- Her brothers
Dislikes:
- poor manners
- mermaids
- pirates
- seeming unlady-like
- being told what to do
Strengths:[/size]
- comforting people into feeling better
- flight, since she has spent so much time with the fairies
- telling stories
Weaknesses:[/size]
- her quick temper around stupid people
- being too uptight when it comes to mothering
- too caught up in acting like an adult and forgets to have fun
Personality:[/size][/font] Wendy has always been used to being depended upon. After all, she quickly gained two brothers after being born. She was the one who tell stories to her brothers and she was the one to convince them to take their medicine. It sort of ignited a motherly instinct in her a bit early, and she has trouble turning it off when her "babies" want to be independent. Along with being motherly, she loves things to be neat and clean. Despite this, she is still willing to play with others, and get a little grubby, so long as everyone remembers to wash up afterwards. Wendy has a huge imagination as well as a huge heart, and she usually gives people several chances when the cross her.
Being the only girl, other than Tiger Lily, in Neverland, Wendy has brought it upon herself to give her gender the up-most pride. Wendy is a girl of grace and beauty, always maintaining a good posture. Of course, it is usually easy to get her to break that good posture by getting her to laugh. Although Wendy has the traits of an angel, she tends to have a temper as well. She is easily jealous, especially if someone tries to fill her roll as mother. She also tends to be incredibly stubborn, even if her life depends on it. She is firm, and when she's cross, she'll let you know it. Although sensible, Wendy can let her emotions get in the way at times, given that she is perpetually a teenage girl.
In a wave of battle, Wendy is not a fighter. She will generally tend to those who are injured or need a soothing voice. This does not mean she isn't strong or courageous. Wendy would look death straight in the eyes if it meant standing up for her beliefs or protecting someone she loves. She's incredibly loyal, which can make her a fine ally to have, as she is also clever.
Eyes:[/size] Blue
Hair:[/size] dark brown
Physique:[/size]Wendy is about 5'4" with long brown hair that goes just past her shoulders. Usually she will have it up when she is doing things to keep it out of her way, and down during the evening or for special occasions. She is of slender build, although she is rather muscular from living in Neverland. She has a round face and plump red lips, and is almost always smiling. Her baby blue eyes are framed by long, thick lashes, and her eyebrows are thin by nature. She has a long, though slender neck that makes her appear taller than she actually is.
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History: [/font]Wendy was the oldest of the Darling family, and she absolutely adored the role. Her mother was always doting on her for being the only girl, and her father tended to give her a bit of special treatment, and she returned it with a great deal of respect. Wendy was a quiet child, always polite and pleasant until her two brothers showed up. They became her dearest friends and she found them to be just as imaginative and creative as herself. Often times, they would play pretend or make believe and their mother would get cross with them. When that happened, Wendy would sit her brothers down and tell them stories. Often times bringing up the adventures of Peter Pan, of which their mother had told her when she was still a baby.
One night, Wendy woke up to the sound of crying, only to see none other than Peter Pan sitting at the foot of her bed. When she inquired about what was wrong, he merely said that he hadn't been crying and the two began a conversation. Finally, Wendy worked out that he had lost his shadow after her mother had snapped it off in the window. Wendy happily sowed it back on for him, and Peter was so grateful he offered to take her to Neverland, where she would be of much use, especially given her story telling ability. Wendy agreed, under the condition that her brothers join them in the adventure. With Peter's blessing, Wendy woke her two brothers and, after a brief flying lesson given by a foul-mouthed Tinker Belle, they were off to Neverland.
For a while, things were wonderful there. Wendy got to make believe that she was a mother, which was a dream come true for the twelve year old. She found herself growing fond of Peter, although he did not seem to notice. As time continued, Wendy found something troubling; Michael was beginning to forget their real mother. Even worse, he was beginning to think Wendy was his actual mother instead of just pretend. Wendy decided it was time for them to return home, must to Peter's dismay, and they planned on leaving along with the Lost Boys. Unfortunately, as they left, they were captured by Captain Hook and his band of pirates. Wendy was told to become mother of the pirates or else walk the plank. Wendy refused, and as she walked off the plank, Peter was able to catch her and trick the pirates. With a full battle in force, Wendy helped the boys the best she could, although she mostly stood aside while they fought, and cleaned up after them.
The ship was flown back to their home in London, and Wendy begrudging said goodbye to Peter, who promised to come and visit. Although Wendy enjoyed her new adopted brothers, and continued to love Michael and John, her mind was still stuck on Neverland and how much she missed it. What really put her over edge was her father's announcement that she must be wed. In a fit of rage, she ran upstairs to the nursery, and wept by the window. It didn't take long for Peter to get there, a surprise visit, but greatly needed. He convinced her to com back to Neverland rather easily, but before she left, Michael entered the room. He begged to go with her, but Wendy told him he had duties to fulfill at home.
Wendy was truly at home in Neverland. She was happier than she had been in years, and being with Peter again was like magic. Again she found her old crush on him beginning to surface, and she was none to shy about it either, but still it was like she was barely there. It didn't take too long for her to miss her brothers, and she begged Peter to go back to London so they could fetch them. Peter agreed and the two returned home and convinced Michael, John, Tootles, and the Twins to go back to Neverland. Wendy was elated to have her family back together, and was even able to gain a permanent ability to fly due to her exposure to the fairies.
Michael's disappearance was a great disturbance to Wendy and as much as it pained her to do so, she finally left Neverland in search for him.
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Role-play Example:
Laura laid in bed her, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Only a few minutes ago, she had caught the scent of something off-putting. Not a bad smell per se, but one she couldn’t really place. It smelled like someone who was a mutant, but also…knew what it was to be human. She sniffed the air; it had woken her up from a restless sleep, she mine as well figure out what had caused it. She felt hesitant about exploring the cause, however. Although Laura was usually eager to follow her nose, she felt that this was a scent that should signal some sort of warning. It smelled like it should be distrusted, like sickly sweet of a dentist’s office. Still, the young assassin stood up, moving to the door frame to stick her head out and take in the surrounding. Nothing, although she couldn’t expect much since her room was merely in the hallway that lead to the stair case. There was the slowly fading scent of Rogue, which lead down the stair case. Perhaps the new scent was a new person. It was certainly strong enough for it.
Laura walked through the hall and went down the stairs with the cautiousness that her instincts were telling her to maintain. Her combat boots barely made a sound on the carpeted steps, and she couldn’t help but place her eyes at the foot of the steps, just a little ahead. Her eyes were on Rena, the subtle scents of her were the sort that Laura wanted to always smell, but never mixed with blood. Holding Rena in her arms was a new woman, a stranger. It was the one with the strange smell, and Laura wasn’t sure who she was. Her eyes went to Rogue, smelling distrust and a hint of fear coming from her roommate. Laura’s eyes went back to the stranger holding Rena and that’s when she snapped.
In times such as this, Laura lost her other senses; she could no longer pick up Rogue’s scent and all sound was gone to her. The only thing she honed in on was the sight of the stranger touching Rena. She didn’t take into account the way she touched her, or what Rogue’s facial reaction to Rena being held by someone new, all she knew was that strangers were not allowed to go near Rena. In a split second, Laura had her claws out, and pushed herself off of the stair case, her body flying towards this new woman. “Keep away from the child!” Her voice was a growl, no longer a human like voice, and she was channeling an animalistic part of her that was usually hidden. Her claws were pointed at the stranger, her eyes filled with a murderous rage, although she wasn’t taking into account what anyone else was doing.
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Name: Pinkie
Location: USA
RP Experience: 5 years
How You Found Us Dreamer
Fun Fact About You: i have pink hair
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