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Sep 23 2014, 04:19 PM
It seemed that his lost boys had been having a lot of trouble procuring the boy that his shadow had brought back, a boy that had landed on Hooks ship, the Lost boys at first had thought that Hook had not had him, but you see Peter knew he was lying. He was connected to Neverland if he wanted to he knew exactly where the boy had landed, near enough Hooks ship. He knew Hook had him, but the Captain thought he had no idea, oh he had an idea, and he also knew Hook. Hook would give the boy up sooner or later, because he knew who the boy was, his lost boys didn't know, they would assume he thought that the boy was the one he wanted, but no now was time for a little family reunion. The boy he was waiting for was Baelifre, his grandson, he knew that sooner or later he would end up here.

Pan Had not been exactly surprised when they got a message from Hook saying he had the boy and was willing to give him up to him, he had not asked for anything in return, at least by the looks of it not yet. He was sure though that Hook would want to find a way off the island again very soon, and after this Pan was willing to give it, after all the man wanted to kill his son, which would be amusing to actually see the drunken pirate fail, though it would be good if he succeeded. Either way he was sure to be happy, maybe they would both finish each other off? He very much doubted that Hook would be even able to lay his Hook into him, though.

Pan sat on one of the rocks in the camp, listening to the lost boy's talk and play their games as he was waiting, just waiting for Felix and his group of Lost boys to come back with Baelfire, he had met the boy before in the Enchanted Forest as the pied piper, he had these same pipes to his right side at the moment, he would use them later, the lost boys could have a little fun, and he had plans to use it on his Grandson. Pan had a feeling though, that he wouldn't be staying here forever, there was something about his grandson, something important, perhaps it was to do with the heart?


Pan Stood up as Felix and some of the boys came into the clearing with Baelfire, Pan smiled to himself, he was already calculating ways to get Baelfire on his side, and keep him here, very far away from his own son. A way to show him how much he had also failed as a father. Not only that but he had his own particular interest in the boy, he was after all his grandson. The boy was also proof to him, and to the other lost boys of how much parents failed their children, how all they would only do would hurt you. He was very sure he could easily get Bae to join this family, where there were no adults to ruin it.

"Boy's come welcome our new guest!" Pan shouted out to the other boys once Baelfire was brought near enough to him, he smirked and raised and eyebrow walking forward, "It seems we were destined to meet again after all" he said his voice taking on a false caring tone, quite convincingly as well. He smiled and held out his hand to help him up, "Straight from the Ship of the cowardly Codfish."
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There was a boy, a young boy, possibly of the age of say 11 years of age, yes that was right, he was most certainly eleven, no he just looked eleven, but without a doubt anyone who looked would see an innocent eleven year old child. A child that sadly might not be as innocent as people think he is, however this was not a fact to dwell on. No this was not a fact that was entirely important right no, no not at all. Instead, the fact that what was more important was actually the boys features, there was something there that might be familiar to a few.
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To who? Well that was an easy one you will be able to guess once the features become evident. It was the colouring of the young lad's eyes, along with the very innocent look he could pull off with just a simple smile. It would remind quiet a few people of the boy known as Henry, even one slight mannerism. Any more than that though and it would be too obvious, it would be just enough to make the man close by upset, maybe? Either way this had been chosen by the boy for one reason, to mess with the man below, the prisoner of the Wicked Witch.
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Yes the boy who was waiting above, the boy who was taking a few moment's perhaps wasn't really everything he appeared to be. Perhaps his whole image was trick, a trick of the light? No not that no it was a magic trick, a spell of a sort, but who was it that was pulling this trick and why? Who had the need to look like another but not themselves, oh there were plenty of people, and plenty of them who were scared of The Dark One. Yet this one had no fear of The Dark One and what his magic held, no in fact he was quite amused by the creature below, lost in his solitude, alone in his cage. Perhaps just where he deserved to be even?
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The boy who stood upon the ground near the basement area, well he perhaps wasn't a boy at all? But who could it be that hated The Dark One and held no fear of him? That would be using this image as a game, just a small simple game before the curtain drew back to reveal the real thing. Or perhaps it was just a small simple test, a test to see if The Dark One could see behind the mask, see the true person that lounged behind it. The Darkness that lay behind it, a person that he would be oh so familiar with.
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Was it something that he would even want to know? Sadly the truth might be too sad a thing for the one below to even accept, the fact that the one person he really wanted dead was not at all dead. The Child of who was but the father was not truly dead.
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No The Father was entirely Alive, and was all for playing the game once more.
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A Dagger rending Flesh, a A Light, refusal, magic Heart? Waters? What did this all mean? The Father stood but still as a boy, always now a boy, Never the man he was.
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The Dark ones Father, the father of the man known as Rumplestiltskin was not dead, no he was never more alive than he was now, was he brimming with hate for the man below, oo most certainly. But this hate was not new, this hate had been there for almost an eternity now, a cancer he should of gotten rid of as soon as it had been born. There were of course other thoughts and feelings there, but for now they were buried..... or were they? Maybe they weren't as buried as they seemed to be.
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The boy was here for a reason though, and that reason was not to stand alone by himself contemplating events, no not today, he was about slide back into the events, only for a fleeting moment. He was not ready for the full game to appear, he still was at the end of his recovery, not yet ready. Not entirely not yet, though it hadn't stopped him following the young lad Henry, the boy who now no longer had his memories...... an easy target for sure. This was not what he had planned for today, no today he had a son to visit.
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There was a reason he had been waiting, and not acting, a reason beyond the last bits of recovery, the plan, no not his plan, that of the Wicked Witch. The Time portal she wished to create, oh he knew of her plan, of course he did. He had always prided himself on knowledge, there was not much that could be kept from him when he wanted it, when he wanted it he got it. Just like he knew he would get Henry's heart. The Spell intrigued him, and it even got him thinking, perhaps he himself could hijack the spell? Just maybe, he would have to wait though.
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He was at the entrance now, no more waiting or planning, now this game could begin, it was easy to act as others, incredibly easy it was always expectationally easy to pull the wool over everyone's eyes, to pretend you were someone who you were not. Those games, well those games a lot of the times were spectacular, always ended in extraordinary ways, and most of the times, got the results he wanted. Either way the coin fell on this game he would get what he wanted, of this he was sure.
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"Hello?" The Boy called out, his tone curious and almost worried, expecting some sort of answer from the darkness, yet just sounded like some active young lad who had stumbled upon this place. "Is.... is anyone down there?" he continued, not even sounding worried just the curiosity from the top of the opening, he waited for a few moments. There seemed to be no answer not as yet. I didn't matter he would go down anyway, now in fact. Which he did, he slowly came down the stairs, acting as a boy who was utterly curious and mystified by what he was seeing. A young lad who just wanted to explore the secrets of this new place he had found.
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"Is.... Is anyone down here?" The eyes adjusted to the darkness, if he had been in his true form he could of adjusted to them quicker, much quicker, "a cage?" He questioned out loud, he knew who was in there, of course but the boy he was pretending to be wouldn't. He saw the shape of the man he had come to see, now to begin. "Hello sir? Are you okay in there," this time he ran closer but not too close, even a young lad had enough sense not to get to close, there could be a good reason this man was locked up. He waited and watched, "are you hurt, who put you in here?" He then purposefully swept over the spinning wheel in the middle of the cage. "Wait...... my mom told me about you.... Are you Mr Gold," the young lad frowned, "aren't you supposed to be dead?" A Simple question from one so young, not many would think much of such a question, but would the Dark One?

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Before it's begun

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Peter had begun to start work on Henry once more, and this time it was a lot easier considering Henry did not have the memories of Storybrooke, in fact he did not even have the memories of Neverland, he was just an ordinary boy now. Though he loved his mother and she loved hi back, so he couldn't use his music on him. That was okay though, there were others in Storybrooke, others who he could use his music on. Henry though would just have to be worked the good old fashioned way, and it was already probing to be a lot easier than last time, the boy already trusted him.
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he was in the forest, deep, deep in the forest, once again he was disguised as another boy and he stood with a familiar item in his hand, and a bonfire nearby, something he had conjured up near the clearing, it was deep enough in the woods that now adults would come across them, unless they followed the music themselves. Some adults would be able to hear it, but those that were boys any age, those that were lost and unloved or at least felt it in some way in their hearts, they would hear it and then they would come, as that was what he was counting on. The Return of his lost boys, the return of those that betrayed him and the others who were loyal to him. There was also Henry's best friend Avery, would be of use to him.
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There was also one other person who would be able to hear the music, and this was mainly because it was her pipes, the ones she gave him, fashioned for him. She was supposed to be dead, but as he had found out centuries ago sometime on Neverland, she was alive! He had played one tune on the pipe in hopes she would hear it across realms every now and then.
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Slowly Peter had put his lips to the pipe and began to sound the tune, calling the lost boys to him, calling any child who would listen, wrapping them with his magic, and leading them to a life without parents. And they came, gather around the fire, it wasn't all the children yet as more still came, it also wasn't enough as to make people of Storybrooke worried.
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Peter slowly brought the pipe down and looked around at the lost boys that had joined him, there were also a few different faces, he chuckled darkly, a rather creepy look etched into his face. They knew who he was, they knew even though he had a different face, the music told them who it was. "Welcome back boys!" He shouted over the flames before turning, "enjoy the night, for it will be long." He told them before turning the cloak he was wearing swishing as he did, he looked into the dark of the forest, and brought the pipe to his lips again this time focusing even more on the the music, there were a few more people to come here, people who he needed for his plans to work. "Come to me," he whispered quite enjoying the day already, he had, had quite enough of staying in the forest without the boys, it was already much like Neverland now.

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Timeline- Pan is about 10-11ish Here
[Occ: As with all villains say hello the sad Origin back story. After all dearies villains are made and not born ]


The young boy's world had been torn asunder only just a month ago, he had been born to a loving father, or so he had thought, he even has his older brother Albert, they got on like a house on fire really, everything had been fine for the two boys and the whole family, they had grown up to try and love and protect each other, to look out for one another. What he didn't realize was how cruel and cold his father really was, how much he had gone and withdrawn into darkness since his mother died giving birth to him. He never realized his father gambled or just threw his money away, even though he worked he would end up throwing his money away.

The family was a rather strong unit, if one was to ask Malcolm last year as well as his older brother, if they were to ask what they thought of his family, they would say that they had the best dad ever, though Albert being two years Malcolm's elder had always felt something was up, whereas Malcolm always did stuff with his dad, felt loved and protected, he idolized his father and felt the man could do no wrong at all, in fact he wanted to be exactly like him when he was older. Sadly though this ideal for the boy, his dream had been broken and stomped into the mud, and his perfect view of his father destroyed utterly obliterated.

Malcolm would never be able to see his father and Brother ever again, he was torn from his family, and he was only 10 years old. What had happened to cause this? Why was he now separated from his family, what had happened to destroy this tight family unit? It was due to the darkness in his dad's heart which had begun to take root, he had ended up killing someone, though no one actually knew this, he had also been getting swamped by debts, debts that went further than his budget. There was one debt which he owed to a Blacksmith but he went back to gamble again and the debt went even further, this time the Blacksmith decided to raise the debt as there was nothing else, he said one of his sons for wiping the debt. His father had blamed him for his wife's death secretly on Malcolm. So He said yes, instead of gambling he gave his own son up to the blacksmith.

The next day he had been brought to the blacksmith's and left, there was no explanation nothing, he just was left there and calling after his dad. "Papa no!" He had cried running after him only to be pulled back by the Blacksmith man, the man comforted the boy but did not let him go. "Please Papa don't leave me!" The boy cried out desperately trying to get out of the blacksmiths arms, but he couldn't no matter how much he tried, there was tears in his eyes. "Papa what did I do wrong!" He shouted, the man not once turned his back as he walked away and then around the corner. "PAPAAAAAAAAAAA!" He cried out before suddenly falling to the floor crying, silently the blacksmith making sure he was all right and taking him inside to his new room.

He never got to see his Papa or his brother again after that, they never once visited, though his brother never found out and by the time he knew, his brother Albert fell down a portal to the land without magic. Malcolm was alone with a very strict blacksmith for company, the man known as Steven Grim's though was kind and understanding enough, but any hint of weakness, or disobedience, or not doing his job, and he would be slapped or hit with a cane. He got food and a good bed, but that was it really. For the first few days the boy cried his eyes out, and the blacksmith let him be, but he was soon made to work in the shop learning the trade, he was always quiet when he worked and was somewhat frightened of the black smith, even if he was a slightly kind, he was not really a comfort.

Over the last few days Malcolm had been working hard his fingers were red raw, his eyes showed the tiredness and on his back wherethe marks from the beatings he took from the cane, his hair had already, grown over his eyes, and he looked incredibly tired still not used the hard work, sweating over the coals. He was told he would get used to it, but he wasn't sure, he just wanted to go to sleep, but he knew if he collapsed on the floor he would get another beating, and be right back up on his feet again. He was not allowed to sleep until night time. When important customers came he had to make himself scarce, it was one of the few times he could get out and explore but even then he had to come back, he was resigned to the fact he would be there forever.

He did long to see his family again and part of him felt that this was some sort of punishment, that he had done something wrong to displease his father, that one day he would come back pinch his nose and ask him what he had learned. His dad never came, neither did his brother. He sat there every early morning on the seat outside the blacksmiths before the blacksmith got up, he would sit and wait for his dad to come back around the corner and hope, but every day it did not happen, and every day the boy felt lost, every day the boys hopes broke piece by piece, his soul began to be torn in two and his heart darkened, as a small part of him realized he had been abandoned. As the days went by, he began sitting outside less and less, hope began to erode, as he realized that no one he knew was coming for him, he would never see his father again. He still held it though that hope, that something would happen, that his life would take a better turn.

There was one time that the ten year old Malcolm could find his piece and hope, the only time he felt solace and it was never in a person, by people he was just viewed of as dirt, someone to kick if they were not pleased with the work. No the only time he felt solace was in dreams.

Dreams of a beautiful far of land, full of magical wonders even better than the Enchanted Forest, in this place he could think any lovely thought and it would happen, in Neverland the little boy could do anything he wanted, be whatever he wanted to be the, it was his kingdom his shield and his sword, it was his home and castle.

Tonight the boy was sleeping he had cried himself to sleep like he had done every night so far, "I miss my papa," he had cried quietly to himself, before speaking again. "Albert please find me, big brother please take me away," that was the last think he said before he put another scratch on his bedroom wall and cried himself to sleep.

Now he was in Neverland in his dreams, this time though there was another boy with him and he looked like Albert, he wasn't Albert though, but they talked all the time in the dream, they flew around the island seeing who could out race the other, they took pixie dust from the trees to go faster. they laughed and jested. Then they went for a swim, the next thing they did was eat as much cake as possible, and they didn't even get sick, Malcolm ate the fastest. They played together having fun, just being boys having a laugh. It felt real and right as they began to sword play seeing who was better, they duelled all day and night in Neverland. Pretending for a moment to be pirates, "Avast, I have you now."

Then it was over as soon as he had began the brief respite was done, the cockerels crowed their morning song and Pan woke up and his brightened at the early day, and he jumped out of bed, maybe today is the day I go home, he rand down the stairs and sat out the front waiting excitedly for hours more waiting for his Papa or Brother, he waited and waited, but no one came. His face fell and his heart broke all over again, the defeated by stood up no longer able to sit and turned his head to the floor trudging into the shop again.

"Please please Papa tell me what I did wrong, come find me," The boy whispered out all tears had dried up now there was no more left to give, as he just trudged into the shop. Hopefully his next dream of Neverland would be even better than the last.
Jul 26 2014, 07:32 AM
Apart from Devin and Felix face claims are not mandatory for the character

Pm My Henry account if you want one of my wanted's

So do you want to be a lost boys well then here we go. It's a lot of fun and games you know. Here are some that I would be okay with you making and if you want to make a totally new one that's okay Also this will include spoilers for season 3A and 3B. The Face claims you find here are just recommended by me but you don't have to use them, only Felix and Devan have required face claims.

Pan will survive his death and will be looking to find the boys again in both the one year gap and Curse 2.0

Loyal Boy's- These boys feel indebted to him and dont want to leave the island and know of Pans real plan

Devin:

This is the boy that got his heart taken out by Regina, I could see him as being a bit cocky and competitive, and likes to question Pan just a tiny bit, but other than that he trusts Pan and would of been one of the boys that did not give him up. If he has his heart back or not is your choice. This is the one that got in a fight with Henry, maybe Pan and Devin could meet up in Curse 2.0
Face Claim: Skyler Gisondo

Titch:
He's rather small for his age but he Packs a blooming Punch, he's fast and always on the move, he loves Pan like a big brother, he looks up to Pan, he would be around 10-12. He acts as a good lookout for Pan and is a very good tracker. Titch is also the son of Father Time and Mariana De Laza, his birth name is Michael De Laza and he has his own wanted as well.
Face Claim recommendation: Davis Cleveland

For more information please check Titch's Wanted Ad

Nathaniel:

A Bit of an outsider of the group but he loves to have fun, he was born in Hamlin and he has a fear of rats. He gets on with Pan but he tends to be by himself more often than not, he's very tough and can always be found trying to annoy the mermaids or captain Hook. 14-17 Years of Age
Face Claim recommendation: Asa Butterfield

Benjamin:

Fast and highly skilled and the joker of the pack, he came to like Henry when he was on the island and they became friends even though he knew what Pan planned to do with him, he is always the guy you go to with you need cheering up. He often looked after the other boys. 12-14 years of age.
Face Claim recommendation: Chandler Riggs

Mowgli

This is Mowgli, yes Mowgli from the jungle book, he is 10-11 years old and is very grateful to Pan, Pan has not tried to send him away like his friends did back in the jungle. Mowgli's Origin's are very similar to that of Jungle book, however he never got anywhere near the village and neither did he ever meet Shear khan. He ran far away as soon a blu and Bagheera wanted to send him to the village. It was then he heard the music and found his way to Pan, pan who promised he would never send him away. He loves the fact he doesn't have to grow up, and enjoys Neverland. He is very immature, and loves to pull pranks, he also is rather Naive, however he is very loyal to Pan.
Face Claim Recommendation: Max Charles




The ones that are just there; These are the ones that like it in Neverland but also miss home there will be plenty more of these than loyal lost boys I suspect. I don't have any name's for them but if you wish to make one of these guys go ahead.
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