Peter Pan

Male

Who knows

Secondary Main Character

Peter
Pan
Peter Pan

Neverlandian

Tanned

ATHLETIC
FIT
WOW

Eyes
Hair
magic

who wants to know

6'0-6'5

White Blond

Messy
Untamed

none

Forest Emerald Green

MAGIC

BAD BOY
Mysterious
Leader
Doesn't back down easily
soft-bree
Hard
Mean
Cold Hearted
Jealous

EVIL
MAGIC
TROUBLE

None

PPPSSSHHH He's Peter Pan
But to be honest here, Jealousy with Bree

BBRREEEE
His magnificent self

Magic
Hard on the boys

GREEN
or BLUE-Bree's eyes

Leader of the Never Boys, like a general

He wouldn't know

Flower that Bree gave him from the meadow

MAGIC
Fists-if he's in the mood
Sword, or knife
Cross bow

Himself
RRAAWWRR

Leader of the Never Boys, Part of Neverland. Protect Neverland, boys and anything on the island

Doesn't care

He's King

Who wants to know?
The beginning of time

Made from the gods to rule Neverland. Parents would be Elemine and Ilanbia. Was supposed to have Bree but he had to earn her. She was made without his knowledge. Raised Never Boys. Tress, one like a brother. Falling inlove with Bree. Soft on her, but mean and cold to the boys, anyone that looks at her, talks to her, touches her. JEALOUS!!!

His own rules
Neverland rules

Doesn't know what those are.

Peter Pan. Her favorite childhood story. He seems nothing like what she has read about. He's not the nice boy who takes children to Neverland to never grow up and go on adventures. He's dark, and cruel, and like a panther. Quick. Agile.
Sly. Smart. Calculating. Planning. The way he would go quiet when he was thinking. Or the look in his eyes when he had figured out how to finally beat you at something. The way they had this affect of laughing at you.
The smirk he always had when someone challenged him. The way he thought: could have you going around in circles without you even knowing it. He planned; strategized. He would already have you beat before the game even started. He was smart, and he knew that- he took advantage of that. But even without his brains, he was dangerous. The blood that was coursing through his veins wasn't normal at all.
It wasn't human. It flowed faster. Looked darker, like ink. His pulse, if he ever let you find it, was always quick. Like he had gotten done running a couple miles, even though he had been sitting on the log for 10 minutes. He was animal-like. He had the sense; the urge.
But she knew one thing, he was dangerous. And she didn't care. She was as just as dangerous- or even more so.