TINKER BELL

[TINKER BELL]

TINKER BELL

•He don't love you he's just passing the time
He could love me if he knew how to lie
But who could love him?
He is out of his mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if he can catch a dream...•

»»Name:[/i][/size] Tinker Bell
»»Nickname:[/i][/size] Tink, Miss Bell
»»Age:[/i][/size] 19
»»Gender:[/i][/size] Female
»»Sexuality:[/i][/size] Peter Pan. But she's attracted to both bits.
»»Group:[/i][/size] Fairy

»»Physical Appearance:[/i][/size]
Standing at 5' 1" (1.55 m), Tink is a dainty little beauty to boot. But, unlike most of her fairy counterparts, don't expect that to be all. Though her clothes are designed to be a bit... eye catching, they're also made so that she can maneuver with her rowdy boy roomies. They're generally made of some sort of cotton or hide, and more often than not they actually at one time belonged to Pan or one of the Lost Boys. Her hair is dirty blond, long, and often tangled and laced with some piece of forest. Her eyes are a bright blue and her lips are full and often cocked in a mischievous smile. Unlike many of the Fairy Ladies she is not afraid of the sun, and is lightly tanned and quite freckled with sun kisses. On top of this she has her share of scrapes and bruises. If you run with the boys, you better be ready to run fast.
»»Clothing Style:[/i][/size]
Tink is a notorious borrower, but not a returner. Her favourite things to wear are certainly clothes she nabs from Peter Pan- usually one of his shirts that can barely pass as a dress- but she also has many things from the other boys. To nail down her style, it'd be revealing bohemian, as this little flirt loves to make boys a little itchy. Being looked at isn't against the rules, after all.
»»Defining Traits:[/i][/size]
Her face is incredibly expressive, and changes just as dramatically as her own temperament tends to.

»»Likes:[/i][/size]

• Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, of course.
  
• Pixie Dust. Pretty bad. Probably because she likes to keep up with Peter.
  
• Making Pixie Dust, because hers is the best. (It should be noted that all Fairies think they make the best Pixie Dust, though Peter says hers is the best, and he is sort of the connoisseur of the Island.)
  
• Adventures. Especially if it involves messing with Pirates.
  
• Jewels. They're her weakness.
  
• Flirting and Sex. She is a Fairy who enjoys what she does.
  
• The smell of forest, especially after it rains.
  
• Dancing and singing. Especially for Peter.
  
• Making things. She's actually quite handy and she likes having a project..
  
• The ocarina Peter made for her.
  Note: She's quite Peter minded, I know.

»»Dislikes:[/i][/size]

• Pirates.
  
• The smell of Sea Water.
  
• Girls. Especially girls who like Peter. Especially girls who Peter likes. Bitches.
  
• The Indians. Not in the sense that she thinks they take kids in the middle of the night, but in the sense that they're always rude to her when Peter insist on visiting the reservation.
  
• When Peter threatens to banish her. It devastates her absolute nature.
  
• Feeling neglected.
  
• Fear that Peter may not ever love her like she loves him, which he doesn't. But usually she can deny this.
  
• Going too long without Pixie Dust. It's not usually a problem, but when it is, it's a big problem.
  
• Rainy days. Though she loves after the rain, the greyness and fog makes her feel blue.
  
• Being called Miss. Stupid pirates.

»»Strengths:[/i][/size]

• Loyalty. Tinker Bell will die for the people she loves. Not just as a turn of phrase, but literally die. She is also incredibly hurt when those people doubt her loyalty.
  
• Beauty and charm. Tinker Bell can be a bit of a con artist, as she is an expert in the art of flattery. Who doesn't like hearing nice things from a pretty girl.

»»Weaknesses:[/i][/size]

• Her temper. Because of years of using Dust, she's a bit of an emotional roller coaster. Up, down, all around. When she's done being mad- which will happen quite suddenly- she is absolutely done, and fully expects you to be over it as well.
  
• Peter. He's got Tink wrapped around his finger. And yes, she's aware.

»»Habits:[/i][/size]

• Tink almost never just walks. She skips, or flounces, or shimmies. Like she's always listening to music in her head.
  
• Tinker Bell is a serial flirt. Especially if she's not the center of attention. She has a need to be on someones mind at all times.
  
• Tink also hums whenever things are too calm. She can't be comfortable in boredom, so she needs to create some sort of noise to fill in the void.

»»Personality:[/i][/size]
Magnetic, elusive, sexy, and determined. Helpful, eager to please, charming, and creative. She has a great hatred for pirates, and a great love for Peter Pan and everything he stands for. Tink is a girl that any rebel leader would want on their side. And in her time being the personal companion Fairy of Peter Pan, she has grown to be his most trusted companion. Tink knows things about Peter that even Nibs doesn't know, and that makes her quite the special little duck. But beyond her loyalty to Peter, she is hopelessly and quite pathetically in love with him. Which is quite sad for her, considering that- while he cares for her, and enjoys being her Keeper- Peter does not love her in the same way. And displays this often with his many, many, many, liaisons.

Though, she does enjoy her acts of vengeance. Tinker Bell is a flirt, and though maintains a relatively friends only relationship with the boys (when she wants to annoy Peter, she calls them 'her' boys), she has given them each something to think about at night. If Peter is off drinking from the chalice of 'other lady bits', when he returns home, he'll find a cool Tink paying far more mind to Slightly or Curly or Nibs than him. If she becomes annoyed enough, she'll also withhold Pixie Dust from young Pete. He can find it elsewhere, truly, but Peter has made it clear he likes hers best. Still, despite these loves squabbles, Tinker Bell can't resist his charm for long.

»»Family:[/i][/size]
Mother: Tippy Toes. Deceased. Was a Fairy before meeting Tink's dad, but ended up quitting and being one of the rare people who got married on Neverland.
Father: Sam Tinker. Deceased. Was a Mr. Fixit in Neverland.
»»Past:[/i][/size]

»»Present:[/i][/size]

»»Other Info:[/i][/size]

»»Roleplayer Name:[/i][/size] Mod Molly
»»Your Age:[/i][/size] 20
»»Gender:[/i][/size] Female
»»Experience:[/i][/size] Enough
»»How Did You Find Us?:[/i][/size] The idea was mine, but it came together because of three beautiful ladies.
»»RP Sample:[/i][/size]
Sad. Sad, glad, rad, mad, tad, fad-

Victor didn't like this at all. His appointments were always at Thursday, at 2:15 PM, in Queens, right after the woman in the feathered hats and before the teenager with the far too much eyeliner, with Dr. Andrew Benson. Age Forty four, prematurely graying, watery blue eyes, speaks so quiet Victor would often only pretend to hear him. This wasn't Thursday, it was Monday. This wasn't 2:15 PM, it was 9: 55 AM...6...7... 8. There was no one here but a secretary who tapped her keyboard with too hard strokes, so he did not know if the prior patient had a feathered hat or if the next one wore too much eyeliner. This Doctor was called fresh, called Benedict Milner. Fresh meant young, which meant stronger and more imposing. Young meant full of too much passion that made Victor stomach clench and unclench angrily. He would surely speak very clearly, and be upset when Victor didn't adequately respond or get better.

Clad, glad, grad, nad, bad-

He was a nervous man, Victor was. His body was oddly built due to a figure that wanted to be broad and strong, but an appetite that demanded he stay twiggish and unhealthy. Despite his wide set shoulders, one could see his ribs if they happened to glimpse him without a shirt. Which hadn't happened since he was thirteen. He hid this with clothes that were far too care worn and faded with age. Hiding his tufty blond hair was an orange knit hat, which was pulled down over his eyebrows. Victor's fingertips were covered with band aids from his chronic nail biting, which drew him to pick at a small patch over the dimple below the left side of his mouth.

Thad, Chad, Brad...

It was now time for his appointment, but there was no Doctor to be seen. Where was he, where was he? "Maybe he's already given up, Sweetheart. Maybe you were too broken for him to even bother with..." His Mother's voice hissed in his left ear, earning a violent slap to the ear. The drum within rang in protest, and the secretary jumped, inquiring eyes on Victor's apologetic brown orbs. "Even she knows you're a freak. She's warned the Doctor. Run, Baby. In front of a bus. Come live with Mummy... She's been so lonely-"

Addcladcaddadscad-

"Victor?"

"SHUT UP!" He burst, before he could see the Doctor's blue- but not watery- eyes looking at him. His appointment was ready. Oh.. Oh God. No. See, Victor knew the voice was only in his head. He knew he was wrong. He would forget, but he knew. With sheepish eyes on the ground, he moved into the room- set up nothing like Dr. Benson's- and sat near the window. Victor's outburst were rare, but when they happened, he liked to ignore them like a polite person ignored a fart. It was just easier. Victor sat on his feet, rocking a little, eyes watching Dr. Milner's feet as he found a chair. "NOT THERE-!" "Stupid boy, why are you shouting?" He winced. "Not there, please. Um..." Two heavy blinks before pointing to the chair usually reserved for patients. "There. That one.... please" Manners, manners, manners, manners. He might be crazy, but he was polite. "He'll be rid of you in a month, Victor, come to Mummy..."

Ad, flad, Thadd, Vlad...

Victor would rather live.

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