Strong Brave Fearless Determined Heroic Serious Loyal Short tempered
A small town hidden by the mask of the forest, held a population of three hundred people. For the town, that held too many people. Events would be held in the woods nearby, and meetings in the town hall. It was where everyone got together at once and met each other. Bringing the town to be one big family. But like all families, it was never peaceful or fair. Tyler, who lived with his Mother and Father. Both worked full time, left Tyler to take care of his younger disadvantaged brother who he adored. Everyone in the town knew of the special care that Charlie needed, and most had given him the special treatment. But there were a select few who made it a point to bully the younger Zane brother to tears.
Not many people in the area knew what was happening, as the other kids were rather crafty in their ways. Which brought more responsibility upon Tyler’s Shoulders to keep it a secret while protecting his brother without raising questions. Soon after he began picking fights, he was always given his space. Even though he hated being alone. No one wanted to be around the troublemaker, the rebel of the town. No parents wanted him to rub off on the other kids. Tyler then adopted the reputation other had brought upon him. Walking around with a tough exterior no matter how much it pained him to see most of the people he grew up with afraid of him. One day when he was out with his younger brother, taking their casual stroll out in the town square. Had changed Tyler’s life and affected his brothers as well. A group of kids cornered Charlie, punching and harassing him while Tyler went to buy some lunch. When he found out what was happening, the older brother lunged onto the other guys. Easily throwing the shorter weaker ones away. And pounding on the larger, leader of the gang. Controlled by pure hate, he had knocked the guy unconscious and even then he didn’t stop. If it wasn’t for the town people hearing the commotion. Tyler would have killed the guy right then and there. With the town folk yelling at him, and with their own mother and father standing back doing nothing. He grabbed his younger brother and fled from the town into the surrounding woods. Not knowing that as he ran deeper and deeper into the deepest part of the woods. That everything he had known, everything his brother had known. Was going to change. To enraged by the situation that had happened back at his supposedly home. Tyler never noticed the slight change in the air, the blackness of the trees shimmering. Expect for when his resiting brother being pulled along behind him, had finally caught his breath to warn his older brother. That it was too late. They walked right into the mist. Confused and distorted, they walked out of the endless mist what felt like hours later to find themselves somewhere they have never seen before. Wicked World.
Even more protective over his brother now that they are in a whole new place. Even though his brother had come more out of his shell that he had arrived to Wicked World. Tyler is still worried others would pick on him.
His reputation had stuck with Tyler for many years, and he continues to walk with an air of arrogance, with his fist always prepared for any oncoming fight. Tyler has tried to become more open, but can’t find it in himself to do so.
On meeting Emmy, Tyler finds himself shocked over the fact that she sees past the exterior he keeps up. And sees Tyler for who he really is. He has become to respect the girl, and even started opening himself up to her.
The young Eugene is not where he’d imagined to be at this point of his life, working as a waiter, rather than the person being waited on. With a great amount of potential and a few bad choices, the darkhaired guy brought to life a person he preferred much more; Flynn Ryder. A man people had to respect, look up to and adore. Busy on the black market and dabbling in drugs dealing behind the scenes, and pretending to be either a hotshot model or actor or business man at one of the parties he’d sneak into at the venues he usually waits at. Eugene is a dork, a kid who got bullied until high school for his thick rimmed glasses, duck teeth and silly name. It was a lame guy with no personality or even remotely intimidating. Between junior and senior year, Eugene got to work, deciding the little rural town he grew up in wasn’t good enough anymore and the appearance he had been bullied for for the past seventeen years had to change. And so it did. “Flynn Ryder” moved to the big city, with the plans of immediately hooking a job as a model for a big label from the moment he stepped off the bus. Turns out, all he stepped in was some dog crap. Getting his hands on a job as a part time waiter and bartender, Flynn maintained his bad boy image by sneaking into parties which were held at the venue he worked at, on nights he had off. There, he’d chat up girls, pretending to be “Flynn Ryder, the world renowned photographer” or “Flynn Ryder, the up and coming actor”. He’s spend the night with these girls, until they saw through his facade and crappy furniture, leaving him to wake up in his bed all by himself the next morning. One day, which started like that as well, only got worse when his unwanted attendance at parties got known to his boss, and he got fired as well. Not wanting to return to a home he had for good left behind, Flynn went job hunting, searching far and wide. An entire week he spent, roaming the streets of the bustling town, until a note shoved under his door, prompted him to check out one last job offer. The blonde followed the address, which lead him to an old, seemingly abandoned chateau on the outskirts of the town. Throwing one last look at the green slip of paper, announcing an open spot for a waiter in a fancy French restaurant, Flynn let out a deep breathe. This was his last shot. If this job offer didn’t work out, he’d have nowhere else to go, no last resort. The sun was setting, turning the blue sky a warm, yet eerie red, which hued the, probably closed “restaurant” in a swirling red. At least, that’s what he told himself. That restaurant “Le Monde Imaginaire” was located at the other side of the old castle’s semi ruins, and that the owner had closed down early today. Two steps into the castle’s courtyard, told him differently. It was actually the rapidly moving, shimmering fog and gusts of wind which gave it away. The pink tinted mist swirled in circles around the square, stone courtyard, pushing him closer and closer to the well in the middle. As hard as Flynn tried to push back and make his way back out, he just kept nearing closer and closer to the pit until…. He woke up in another castle. But he wasn’t in England anymore. Flynn had woken up in the Wicked World. Now he had the choice; to be himself or who he imagined himself to be. To join the good forces.. or the evil.
In the Wicked World, Flynn bumps into Rachel, a fierce girl who seemed nothing like any girl he’s ever met before. At times rather..unstable and naive, there is something in the the sheer confidence and of course, the beauty of the girl that draws him in. Of course, he’d never admit that to her. All he can possibly feel towards he is annoyance..right?
Butts heads with the horse of Warwick castle’s stables, Maximus, quite often, even though when time to fight comes, he proves to be a reliable companion.
Befriends Eric and Aladdin, feeling he has a few points in common with either of the boys.
“Now, Father, you’re living in the past. This is the 14th21th century!”
Phil Lewis ♢ Sleeping Beauty ♢ Twenty-One ♢ WAVERING
Brave Heroic Easygoing
Phil always had a care free attitude ever since he was a kid. He is the type of guy that would hang back, rather then be front and centre. Watching the scene before him, before stepping in and giving his piece. When he could form words, Phil could subtly persuade people to do what he wanted. This had increased his own lay back attitude and rather have people do his deed, then himself. Unless of course he wanted to do it himself. Living with a single father, had also given him the proper Father - Son relationship. But gave him the lack of a Women influence in his life. Which had caused him to regard girls as even more of a wondrous curiosity then most.
It had only taken one afternoon to persuade his father to allow him to be able to go out and see what life has for him. Finding that his easy life getting rather boring. Packed and ready, he drove in style, letting the road take it where ever it would lead. On the side of the road was an old mansion. Curious, Phil had pulled over and decided to see the building up close. As he stepped through the thorn covered door. A scream could be heard from far away as the floorboards snapped and let Phil fall down into the Mist that was lurking underneath. Before too long, Phil found himself in a land he had never seen on any of the maps in his father’s library.
Phil spent his first week quiet, watching others around him, getting a feel of the place. Assessing the situation before he began to introduce himself and find out who are possible allies, enemies and those who can be easily tricked.
Finding the place to be almost as inquisitive as the Mansion he and his father -Henry lived in.
Can work well with a sword, and is a champion in Fencing. Finding that Eric is a perfect companion in his sword practicing.
Makes it a point to go out of his way to show off around Andrea. Finding her constant dismissal and clear un-interest a challenge.
There’s something I know when I’m with you that I forget when I’m away.
Jake Davis ♢ Pocahontas ♢ Twenty ♢ ——- ♢ GOOD
Brave Determined Adventurous Witty Caring
If you wanted to find Jake, you would need to give up hours of your time. When the young boy would get an idea in mind, he doesn’t stop until he sees it through. Just like exploring. If he had an idea to travel to a certain place, he wouldn’t stop until he had reached that place. Feeling and accomplished and proud the he had made it. Years after years, he explored the depths of his town. And even past his own town. Jake would even go missing days on end and rock up back home a week later with a smile on his face and a bunch of new tales to tell to the neighbour hood kids.
Jake had heard about a new trip on sea. That there was a new island that had been made not to far away from the main land. Curious Jake set out to sea on a borrowed boat. All prepared to head out to sea with only him and two other people as his crew. A rough storm hit them and with Jakes aid they steered out of the storm, only to become off trail and into a part of the water that no man had ever been. The mist cloaked the boat and the area around them. The boat was pushed by a big gust of wind and unexpected Jake fell over board into the misty waters. He came out of the water only to find he wasn’t near his boat but in a whole different place.
Once he arrived, Jake settled down and found that the idea of staying long enough to explore the place. Wasn’t good enough for him. Jake found that he had found a place that will always surprise him, no matter what.
Taking on archery, Swordsmanship, gunmanship and even trying out Horse Riding. Finding a friend in Phil and Eric due to having a common interest.
Finds Dakota interesting and wants to know more about her life before coming to Wicked World. Slowly forming a friendship with the girl.
“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.”
Peter Grew ♢ Peter Pan ♢ Eighteen ♢ ——- ♢ GOOD
Heroic Fun Charming Brave Adventurous Cocky Immature Boyish
Peter grew up in a foster home. He was the oldest amongst the kids in the foster care. But that didn’t stop him from being the kid at heart that he was. Every Friday, was the day that he dreaded. The time that the Adults came down and choose one of them. But Peter was always lucky; in his own eyes he felt he was. His age was the only thing preventing him from being chosen. Until one faithful day when he was going to become of age, which age that if he didn’t get taken away that year. He would have to go into the world by himself. Truly afraid of being in the big world, he was saved by a peculiar woman. Claiming to him that she was a fairy Godmother.
When he left with just one bag filled with his possesions. He waved goodbye to the kids in the Adoption place with a heavy heart for a boy of his age. Peter followed the older woman out of the building and down the street passing the Zoo where he remembered spending some time looking at all the wonderous creatures, on a trip out. They turned around the corner, where the entrence was. It was his favourite part of the Zoo, it had two big Alligator heads, mouth open wide at each side of the gate. Running towards the Mouth he jumped into the jaw were he had on first coming here. A moment later, he felt and watched with horror as the mouth closed in on him. But it wasn’t dark it was just misty. Before he could even scream for help he was pushed into a whole new world where the alligator head was no more.
Being socially awkward, Peter spends a majority of his time exploring the depths of the Forest. Where he found many hidden spots. On his trip out exploring, Peter had found a bunch of boys who tended to stick together. Easily clicking with them, and finally found the one place where he belonged.
Is rather innocent when it comes to things such as relationships, teenager possessions and anything in relation to having adults as a family.
Trusts no one.
Loves to write stories, mostly the fantasy type.
Doesn’t find learning a high priority and always skipping classes, to explore the depths of the land. Choosing that as his learning style.
“I will find my way, I can go the distance.” “Haven’t you ever had a dream? Something you wanted so bad you’d do anything?”
Henry Dios ♢ Hercules ♢ Eighteen ♢ Student ♢ GOOD
Strong Determined Honest Insecure
Growing up with his grandparents, Henry always felt different; like he had something to prove, a weight on his shoulders, which none of the other children seemed to bear, one which would be too heavy for them in the first place. Yet, little Henry, seemed to prove people wrong. Golden hair, pearly whites; he had all the makings of Mr. Popular, the one at the top of the social foodchain, only that wasn’t working out for him. He tried. Tried to be the one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one kids would rush to, to pair up with during gym. However, even with his amazing, nearly superhuman strength, Henry was even then avoided by all. Even his own parents, two business icons, whom had had a bit of an accident; him. The little, golden boy returned home each day, and voiced his troubles to his grandparents, asking them why he was shunned. Why he wasn’t like the other boys, why he was stronger than them, gaining the nickname “The Hulk” and different.. Henry had been right. He was different, purer of heart, and kinder of soul.. It would take a couple of years to show just how different he was. Because it turns out, his granddad’s reply had been right: ’Your time will come, my little star. All in time" At the age of eighteen, those long forgotten, comforting words, had seemingly finally rung truth, for Henry was at the top of the school. The senior year had come to an end with him leading the rugby team to a national victory and bringing back a trophy. Girls everywhere were falling to his feet and guys everywhere wanted to befriend him, be his personal wingman. Only, highschool had come to an end. The popularity he’d gained over the last few months wouldn’t help him out in the big, bad world and if he couldn’t catch the eye of any scouts, to get sign him to a big time rugby team, he’d prove his parents right. Henry would be a mistake, a failure at life not even worth acknowledging. The world only saw him as a smiling, popular guy who had it all with a a hint of arrogance, and an apparent light in his heart , but the rejection he’d dealt with during his youth had scarred him, leaving its traces up until the point where his feet steadily carried him over the grind path in the woods. Sweat dripped down his temples as he ran, slowly pushing his muscles to go faster and faster. There was only one goal set in front of his eyes; getting picked up by a scout. Being good enough. However, when he spotted a girl’s face retreat within the shadows of the bushes, seemingly unfazed by the dazzling smile Henry had thrown her, his pace wavered… There was no girl who could resist him. Not anymore. Curiously, he neared the spot she’d vanished to, pushing aside the foliage and following the strange, pinkish mist which seemed to lead him deeper and deeper into the woods. He saw flashes of dark brown hair, deep brown eyes and..-His foot got caught behind a big root, his attention only focused on the strange girl running away from him, deeming him unworthy of her presence. Henry had tumbled to his knees, quickly stabilizing himself to make sure he didn’t make a fool of himself infront of the girl he’d been trying to find. Although, when he looked up, it wasn’t a mysterious girl he found before him, but a looming castle. Henry Dios had found his way to the Wicked World. It was time for the golden boy to shine.
When he meets Meg for the first time, after being explained what world and which battle he’s found himself in, he’s convinced she’s the reason why he’s here. The one who’d lured him to the Wicked World. Henry doesn’t tell her about his arrival here, but attempts to find out more about her. Why she’s surrounding herself with such shady characters, instead of residing at the castle. Henry fights to show Meg that he’s worth her time and without realizing it, he recognizes the hurt in the girl’s broken heart, and makes it his mission to fix it. He isn’t like other men, after all.
With the right training (by the fairygodmothers and mentors), Henry will be able to develop super strength, gaining near immortality. The EVIL realize the only way to bring Henry down, is to damage his heart, killing him from the inside out. And they won’t hesitate to use others to do so, surely when the good in Henry’s heart sometimes prevents him from seeing the bad in others.
Doesn’t get along well with Flynn and Eric, being secretly jealous of the equal amount of attention they seem to get from girls and their arrogance, not even noticing how alike they are.
“Riff-raff, street rat, I don’t buy that. If only they’d look closer. Would they see a poor boy? No siree. They’d find out, there’s so much more to me.”
Alan ‘Al’ Bundy ♢ Aladdin ♢ Nineteen ♢ Streetmusician ♢ GOOD
Loyal Kind Charming Mischievous
Growing up, Alan never had much. He didn’t have many friends, nor family, nor money, nor luck, but that didn’t wipe the smile off his face or the hopeful twinkle from his eyes. Always making do with whatever he had, he got through life on his own, learning to be fairly independent from a young age. Al loved his aunt dearly, but felt there was a whole wide world out there, a world he wanted to discover.. A world that wouldn’t even give him the light of day. He always felt that if he’d just get the chance, just one lucky shot to show the world what he had to offer. Every day, Alan plays on the corner of Fifth Avenue, scraping together some money to at least try and partly pay back his aunt for the love he’d raised the little Alan with after his parents had dropped him off on her doorstep at the age of eight and the welcoming arms which she had engulfed him in. Him and his aunt, they had a roof above their head, but that was really all there was to it. Barely being able to finish high school in the rough neighborhood they lived in, Al knew he had to find a way out of his aunt’s hair. Even though she’d never kick him out, there was no way she could sustain the young man any longer, not when they’d barely made it through the previous eighteen years. That’s why every morning, Alan sits on the steps on the corner of the street, strumming his old and run down guitar for the passerby’s, and smiling at their donations, how little they may be. His smooth and gentle voice cut clearly through the icy New York sky, warming the hearts of the usually rigged citizens rushing past. Al got more quarters thrown into the little hat placed at his feet than most, but it wasn’t enough. One morning, Alan had an urge. An urge willing his feet to move. Every once in a while, Al would search other locations, other crowds to play his music and sing at before and after he’d start work at the local burger joint for barely half of the minimum wage. That morning, he didn’t feel the rush to be on time for his shift, his feet just kept moving and moving.. Through Central Park… Along the pond.. Through the misty morning dew, obscuring his view until… Until he opened his eyes to the Wicked World. Aladdin had let his feet lead him to what he desired the most; a whole new world to discover, people who would give him a shot and a purpose he needed to fulfill.
Meets the beautiful Jaz, a girl who’d seemingly grown up at the opposite side of the spectrum, but stirred something deep inside his chest. A feeling he’d thought he’d lost forever, along with his parents. Alan is determined to make her trust him, win over her heart and like that, piece his own back together.
Very easy going with everyone and smoothly talking himself out of trouble with the mentors and fairygodmothers when needed, Al finds unusual friends in the Genie, Abu and the Magic Carpet at Warwick castle.
His kind heart also disables him to see the bad intentions of ____, who tries to break his heart even further and get a hold of the powerful Genie, whom Al had unknowingly gotten his hands upon.