Endroit : Bells and Whistles -> Le bar et le dîner de Madame Fae
Interagir avec : - Peter Pan, Jessamine Oakwing,

Elle s'est réveillée dans son appartement en tremblant. Elle n'était pas vraiment experte sur le fonctionnement du monde, mais elle était certaine que son appartement ne devrait pas trembler. Et même étranger aux tremblements qui l'avaient réveillée, était le sentiment dans l'air. L'odeur, les sons, l'éclat partout. Elle savait ce que c'était. Magie. Ce qui devrait être impossible. Mais c'était ici.
Elle a mordu sa lèvre pendant qu'elle regardait autour de sa maison, les yeux larges comme elle voyait la magie, quelque chose qu'elle n'avait pas pu faire depuis des années. Il y avait moins qu'il n'y avait eu sur Neverland, tellement moins, mais il était là. Et c'était magnifique. C'est si beau qu'un sourire a éclaté sur ses lèvres, et elle a ri, jetant sa tête en arrière et tournant autour. Elle n'avait aucune idée de ce qui se passait, mais quoi que ce soit, c'était incroyable. Elle devait le dire à Peter.
Elle n'avait pas vu Peter depuis quelques jours, ce qui n'était pas trop étrange. Il passa souvent des jours, se moquant dans sa maison d'arbre, se cachant des mundanes et des fables. Comment il est resté sain d'esprit là-bas qu'elle n'avait aucune idée, mais elle respectait sa vie privée, et chaque fois qu'elle le voyait, on lui a donné un câlin comme personne d'autre. C'est ainsi que les choses se sont passées alors qu'elle a pratiquement sauté dans le dîner de la marraine, souriant. Elle s'assit au bar à côté de Pierre, l'enveloppant dans un câlin, avant de se pencher pour lui chuchoter. "Tu le sens bien? Dis-moi que tu peux le sentir."


Lieu: Bar et dîner de Madame Fae
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Peter ne savait pas ce qu'il aimait dans le restaurant. Il pensait que c'était la marraine de la fée. Peter n'avait jamais eu grand-chose sur la voie de la mère. Tink avait toujours été plus proche de son meilleur ami que sa mère, et bien qu'elle puisse parfois le traiter comme un enfant, il ne l'a jamais vue dans une telle lumière. Après le cataclysme cependant, Jessamine avait aidé, non seulement lui mais beaucoup d'autres. Il l'a respectée, et peut-être l'a-t-il vue comme une sorte de figure mère, pas seulement pour lui, mais pour toute la ville.
Il accepta volontiers l'offre de petit déjeuner, et y creusa le moment où elle le plaça devant lui, offrant un sourire rare comme un merci. Il regardait de plus en plus de ses compagnons fables entrer dans le restaurant, à la recherche de nourriture et de chaleur. Il n'était pas proche de beaucoup d'entre eux, mais il les connaissait par leurs visages. La beauté et sa Bête. C'est Sherlock. Maintenant, c'était un énigme. Un peu dingue, mais un mec bien, du moins d'après ce qu'il pouvait dire. Et puis il y avait le prince Philip. Eh bien, juste Philip maintenant je suppose.
Son analyse des patrons du restaurant a été interrompue par l'entrée de Tink, probablement l'une des seules personnes qui pouvait apporter un sourire à son visage. Il l'a serrée dans les bras, quelque chose qui n'arriverait à personne d'autre, et l'a écoutée pendant qu'elle lui chuchotait. Il se cogna un sourcil et, en réponse à sa confusion, elle siffla un mot en arrière. "Magic!"
Ses yeux s'élargissaient, et comme si elle avait retourné un interrupteur dans son cerveau, il pouvait le sentir, chatouillant à ses sens, l'appuyant légèrement sur lui. Il sentit son corps se dresser contre les lois de la gravité, et il sourit. Il n'a pas pu s'en empêcher. Peut-être que ce retour signifiait que quelque chose allait bien pour une fois. Du moins, c'est ce qu'il espérait. "On dirait que nous avons quelque chose à évoquer à la réunion."
"Flying's great and all, until you start to fall. Then it just sucks."


 •  N A M E 
Peter Pan

 •  S T O R Y 
Peter Pan
 •  B I R T H P L A C E 
The Never
 •  M A G I C 
Yes
 •  A G E 
So long, Peter's lost count, but he appears to be about nineteen.
 •  R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S 
He really just needs someone who can make him laugh again.
 •  A T T I R E 
If he was in Neverland, Peter would dress in a way that would most definitely not be considered appropriate on Earth. Clothes made completely out of leaves and other assorted plants, he showed way more skin than most would find comfortable. On Earth however, he's found that most people prefer him to wear actual clothes, and so he does. He owns a wide assortment of items, but he really likes green. That hasn't changed.
When it comes to his appearance, Peter is no doubt an attractive boy. He's got shaggy blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes that are impossible to ignore. He's tall and slender, standing at about six feet, with most of his height being in his legs. He's not extremely well built, although his arms and legs do have a bit of definition, from days spent at the gym. His skin is almost scarily smooth, with not a single scar across his body, and acne unheard of.


 •  H E R O ' S N A T U R E 
When he still plagued the pirates of Neverland, and soared across her skies, Peter was a fun loving boy, content to joke around and play pranks rather than actually do any work. He was motivated only to defend the island from the pirates whom he viewed as threats. His sense of curiosity and adventure kept him roaming the island for who knows how many years.
When the Cataclysm struck, Peter lost all of this sense of wonder. He became jaded, and cynical, rarely ever playing with the other children. He pushed people away, heartbroken at the lost of his island home, and refused to interact with the others who'd been displaced to Earth. He rarely indulges in silly things, like fantasy or hope anymore, and he's since become a rather unfriendly person.
 •  R E N O W N E D S K I L L S 
Peter's best known skill is his ability to fly, though this only works in his realm. One skill that he has retained is his swordfighting abilities. His lithe frame makes him a skilled duelist, and he can take on many an experienced adversary. One of his lesser known skills, which is only available to him in his realm, is the ability to control his aging, be it to make himself younger or older.
 •  F A T A L F L A W 
Peter's most prominent fatal flaw, even with his new found cynicism, is that he's far too arrogant. Even before he arrived on Earth, he believed he could do everything and anything he wanted, completely on his own, and his self sufficiency in Mystvale has only proved this to himself.
 •  O N C E U P O N A T I M E 
Once upon a time, in Neverland, there lived a fairy, by the name of Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell was an innovator in the fairy community, and she was often found in her workshop, tinkering away with pixie dust, discovering new uses for it. Hence her name. Long before the pirates arrived in Neverland, the fairies decided that should a threat ever arrive, they'd need someone to lead in the defense of the island. And so, Tinker Bell was tasked to create a guardian. And she did just that.
Peter Pan was created through a mixture of faith, trust, and pixie dust. And quite a few more sinister ingredients as well. Peter quickly displayed the ability to age as he wanted, and he also showed off his ability to fly. While he remained in the form of a ten year old boy for most of his tenure on the island, he spent much more time there than anyone can even remember. He's quite the ancient spirit.
For centuries, Peter explored the island, building up his own group of eternally young Lost Boys, and patrolling his home. Until one day, he ventured into London, far from the Never, in search of adventure. And adventure is exactly what he found, when he flew into the Darling's room. He brought Wendy and her two brothers, Michael and John, back to Neverland, where they helped him fight the pirates, lead by one Captain Hook.
During Wendy's brief stay on Neverland, Peter changed, and became a slightly different boy, a more responsible one. When Wendy left, she took a piece of him with her, and he began to age up, suddenly desiring to be older, old enough for Wendy. With his age came a newfound maturity, but he didn't lose his sense of wonder. At least, until the Cataclysm struck.
 •  A N E W C H A P T E R 
When Merlin arrived to save those he could, much of Neverland had been destroyed, plagued by forest fires and disease that spread through the once beautiful land. With Tinker Bell by his side, he and the surviving residents of the island made their way to Earth, where Peter began aging, this time without the ability to stop.
Tinker Bell and the other fairies raised him, as they always had really, but they also let him make his own way. The five years on Earth did not do him well, and he pushed away from the others in Mystvale. Having been born from magic, to be separated from it made him feel empty, and alone, not that he would ever share that with anyone.
He currently lives in a treehouse, on the outskirts of Mystvale, and tries to keep his distance from many of the townsfolk. All he truly wants is to be able to laugh again, really truly laugh in the way that makes your sides hurt, but as long as his home is gone, he fears that won't ever happen. In truth, he may be holding himself back. That's one tale that only time can tell.