"Did you hear that, Freckles? Dad wants us to get dirty! This'll be fun!"

FULL NAME: Phoebe 'Pepper' Doyle BASED ON: Pepper (101 Dalmatians) FACE CLAIM: Milly Alcock PRONOUNS: She/her BIRTHDAY: September 12, 1999 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information:

Being the middle child was often seen as a bad thing. It even had a whole syndrome named after it. That wasn’t the case for Phoebe Doyle, though. She never felt neglected, never felt loved less than her brothers. In her opinion, her parents did a great job at balancing three vastly different children. Loud and charismatic Roland, and sickly yet bright Lucian. Phoebe fell somewhere in the middle, naturally. Not as loud or charismatic as Roland but not as worrisome as Lucky, she was outgoing and energetic. She was content to keep herself occupied by delving deeper into the woods or being roped into any antics her brothers wanted. Phoebe thrived in the forest. She thrived in the pack. She was her happiest outdoors, no shoes, hair wild, as she ran and explored. School didn’t hold much for her. She knew that it wasn’t the place for her. She knew it like she knew that her wolf was a part of her, always simmering just beneath the surface.  The plan had been to graduate. To just make it through those grueling hours until she could walk across the stage with her brothers and get the piece of paper that said she did her time.  And she did. It was a joyous time for everyone involved. It meant they could move on with their dreams. Phoebe saw it as the end of her prison sentence. She could go back to staying close to pack territory, focusing on the things that mattered most to her; her family, her friends, and her forest. At least until Roland came up with the idea to create a band. Phoebe had been in the minute it had been proposed. A band with her brothers? It sounded insane. It sounded like a lot of fun. Which it was. Every time they got on stage and heard people screaming their name the bigger they got was a rush that Phoebe hadn’t ever thought she’d cared for. But the fame was addicting and it was fun.  The fallout, however, was not fun. No matter how hard she tried there was no talking either off the edge. She didn’t think anyone was at fault. Not for any perceived wrong doings and, despite the blessing that she’d received from the pack witches, her ability to be the anchor and voice of reason fell on deaf ears. With the band breaking up and their sibling bond seemingly severed, Phoebe went back home to what she knew. She spent more time exploring the forest, working and helping the pack healers, and getting back her sense of self. But as the time has gone, she’s realized that she isn’t herself without her brothers. So, using the money that she’d saved from the band, she booked a flight to Swynlake. One way or another she planned to make Roland and Lucian see reason. After all, three was better than one.

✓ Adventurous, outspoken, compassionate

✖ Stubborn, impatient, bossy

Character Suggestions

Is part of a set of triplets, so FCs fitting mid-twenties age range.

Current Relationships

Lucian 'Lucky' Doyle (brother) Roland Doyle (brother)

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"Ok geniuses, let’s feed those hungry brains. Dinner is on me!”

FULL NAME: Cass Hamada BASED ON: Aunt Cass (Big Hero 6) FACE CLAIM: Sutton Foster PRONOUNS: She/Her BIRTHDAY: October 5, 1982 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information || cw: death ||

Cassandra Day always felt a little bit behind. Several years younger than her incredible older sister, Cass spent her childhood trying to catch up to someone who had already done it first and better. Whereas Rosalind had graduated from college by 18, Cass dropped out part of the way through. The only place she was successful was in the kitchens, first as a part time job in a local diner and then later as her full time profession.

Their differences never changed how close the two sisters were. Cass adored her older sister and would have done anything for her. When Rose got married, Cass was the one who made their cake. She couldn’t have been happier.

She was 24 years old when her entire world turned upside down, inside out, and every other direction she could think of. At 24, she lost her beloved older sister and her brother in law who had become a good friend. At 24, her shattered nephews came to live with her. Suddenly, instead of being a young, up and coming chef finding herself, she had to be a responsible single mother.

But she was determined to do her best. Taking the life insurance money, she quit her job and invested in a small cafe with an apartment over it with enough space for the boys. It meant she could run up and down stairs between her different responsibilities, building up a customer base while building up a home that Tadashi and Hiro could count on and trying to build something like normalcy. A space where they could laugh again.

It wasn’t long before she realized that both of them had inherited their parents’ brains. It wasn’t long before Tadashi outstripped any attempt at homework help she could give, and Hiro wasn’t too far behind him. She couldn’t have been more proud, even knowing it meant they were going to leave her behind.

For awhile, it seemed like they were reaching higher and higher, on a path to change the world while she poured coffee and baked bread. Until tragedy struck again.

This time, it was Tadashi who left her behind, sacrificing himself to rescue Hiro and others from the devastating explosion.

Then Hiro nearly broke her heart when he told her that as soon as he was well enough, he needed to leave. He wouldn’t fully explain why, just that he wasn’t safe and he needed to go. At first, he tried to tell her he was sorry and would stay in touch, but she refused to listen. Hiro was all she had left. She wasn’t going to be left behind again, not while he needed her.

She sold the Lucky Cat Cafe, explaining to the loyal customers that she didn’t feel comfortable staying after her losses. Then, when he told her it was time, she disappeared with him. It took them some time, but they arrived in Swynlake, settled down, and she started to do her best to bring together some kind of normal life.

Cass knew it wasn’t going to be anything special. But it was enough. And who knew? Maybe she could get her nephew to smile again.

✓ Hard-working, caring, excitable

✖ Oblivious, disorganized, impulsive

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None

Current Relationships

None

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“This is going to be the best summer ever! We'll ride down every road, see the world together, it'll be amazing!”

FULL NAME: Luca Paguro  BASED ON: Luca (Luca) FACE CLAIM: N/A PRONOUNS: He/They BIRTHDAY:  April 18, 2004 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information

Luca was a good kid. The only child of Daniella and Lorenzo Paguro, he was cherished by his family and surrounded by the close knit community of the Arcadian sea elves. His mom filled him with stories of the dangers of the Deep and of swimming alone. But most horrifying of all were her stories of the sea elves who would disappear in the Trench, end up in the human world, and never return. It was easy for Luca to promise never to become one of those elves. Why would he want to? Everything he needed was right here. He was happy. (And if at night he tried to imagine what the surface was like, or what it would look like to walk under a human sky, well. That didn’t mean anything did it?)

Always cautious and responsible, it wasn’t long before Luca was trusted with a herd of goatfish to take care. Sometimes they would escape, but he would always find them all and bring them back home, no matter where they had wandered off to. Over time, his herd grew larger and larger as he was trusted with more and more fish. Luca was a good kid, and he was proud of having this kind of responsibility. 

Of course, that’s what got them in trouble. 

That day, one of their most troublesome fish had snuck off again, but they were determined to get it back. Swimming farther and farther, they hadn’t realized how close they had come to the Trench until they finally had their lost fish safe in their arms. That was when they heard a strange sound coming from deeper in the Trench. They thought they saw a glimmer of light in the deep. They didn’t intend to go through it, but they wanted to get closer. Just to see. That was when the current took them and swept them through the Trench.

Their first day in the human world, they stayed in the strange ocean they found, shaking and panicking convinced they were going to die at any moment, just like in the stories. 

His second day in the human world, he made his way to the shore. He took his first steps on dry land, shaking as the land Glamor he’d never used before took shape around him. Then he found some clothes for himself to wear. 

His third day in the human world, he started to make for a place called Swynlake. He remembered stories of a person there who might be able to help him, and since he wasn’t dead yet, he thought he might need help. He really really didn’t want to be alone. He just had to hope that this one of the stories was true.

✓ Curious, Kind-Hearted, Imaginative

✖  Shy, People-Pleasing, Fearful

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None

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None

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“You want those shoes? You want that shirt? You want that car? You want that purse?”

FULL NAME: Jesse Filipowski BASED ON: Jesse (Turning Red) FACE CLAIM: Kim Hongjoong PRONOUNS: He/Him BIRTHDAY: November 7th, 2002 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information

Jesse Filipowski had a very normal upbringing, thank you very much. He had a mother and father who loved him dearly, a close group of friends who he grew up with, and an education that afforded him the ability to pursue the things he truly cared about. It was extremely average and everything a kid could hope for. 

Except Jesse Filipowski wasn’t a normal child. His parents, whom he loved dearly and was very thankful for, were both fairies from the hollow in the heart of Central Park. Though, unless you were close to the family, you would never know that. His parents had left the hollow behind long before Jesse was born. Neither wanted what life in the Hollow had for them. They longed for adventure and lives of their own. They had been enchanted by the Mundus world and hadn’t looked back when they left. 

As such, Jesse grew up like any other Mundus. He was taught to keep his more fairy-like features to himself; to hide his wings unless he was home, to not use his talents around others, to not wander too far off the beaten path lest he be lured back into the world they had run from. 

It hadn’t been a problem when he was young but as the innocence of youth faded and pre-pubescent hormones emerged, Jesse found himself growing more and more resentful of his parents. He began acting out in small ways— entertaining people on the street with his talent, crafting outrageous stories for anyone who would listen, repurposing anything bought for him to showcase the wings he’d kept hidden for most of his early years, taking secret trips to the Hollow his parents had come from. Rebellion tasted like freedom and Jesse couldn’t help but want more after his first taste. 

He began spending every moment he could within the hollow, trying to integrate himself into hollow life. It was here he’d discovered what his talent was and how he could use pixie dust to basically create worlds of wonder around him. 

Being spotted busking in a subway station, Jesse had thought nothing of the innocuous business card the mysterious man had given him. It was ridiculous, really; something that only happened in fanfiction. But the man had been impressed with the self produced track that had accompanied the story he was spinning using the bits of his talent that he'd learned to help create flickering illusions of golden dust. His parents had been vehemently against it, arguing that all the man wanted was to exploit Jesse and his abilities and had argued with Jesse until Jesse had stood up and stomped his way out the door. 

There was no reason to think that he’d be good enough to make the cut for whatever crazy boy group the man had wanted to create but he still attended the audition— and had been wholly surprised when he was called back. 

Meeting the other members and learning how intensive their training schedule would be, Jesse was more than intimidated by what he had signed himself up for. But, like his parents, he was both too stubborn and headstrong to back down. Now as his future looms ahead of him, he’s more determined than ever to prove everyone wrong and show that he has what it takes to debut and achieve his dreams. 

✓  big heart, loyal to his people, insightful

✖   procrastinator, nitpicky, pretentious

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None

Current Relationships

None

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“I want everybody to stop and stare, and you know why, it's me (Robaire)”

FULL NAME: Robaire Laflash BASED ON: Robaire (Turning Red) FACE CLAIM: Jordan Fisher PRONOUNS: He/Him BIRTHDAY: January 20th, 2004 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information

Fame favored the big cities, rich with life and opportunity. 

Baie-Comeau was rich in… everything else. History, scenery, rocky coastlines and deep-cold winters. It favored athletics over arts, to the point where if one were to list the notable figures that came from the Québécois shoreside city, they’d find themselves naming hockey player after hockey player after hockey player before they finally reached an actress - but Robaire’s dreams and aspirations stretched far outside the realm of professional sports. 

Robaire craved the spotlight. He wanted to be a star. 

His parents had warned him from the start that such a thing would be difficult, even impossible. Especially for someone like him. The risk, they’d always say. Preposterous. It’s too dangerous. Think of your grandparents. They’d remind, as if the young boy hadn’t had the image of his grandparents’ brutal death burned into his mind every night when he slept. He supposed it was silly though, to think that a merman had a chance at being some global popstar like the musicians he was so obsessed with. He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would even take him seriously, given his magical advantages that would make it feel inauthentic - and that was disregarding the fact he would only be putting himself on display for the whole world to see. 

One big open advertisement that would only invalidate all the work his family had done to keep his status undisclosed. 

So it was a dream that stayed simply that; a dream.

The disappointment was enough to have his family offer him a deal at the very least. That Robaire would be allowed to participate in public schooling with humans, so long as when graduation came, they’d all go back to their true home and he’d follow his father’s footsteps in helping hunt for their community. At the time, graduation had felt like a lifetime away, making it an easy and enthusiastic agreement for the young merman. School was where Robaire really felt himself flourish, dominating all things theater and music - always scooping up lead-roles in school musicals all the way up through high school. He felt like himself the most there, surrounded by friends and getting his first little taste of the all too savory limelight. 

And by Neptune, was it delicious. 

But all too soon graduation came his way, and with it? The end of his freedom. The diploma hung on the wall of a mostly abandoned household on the coastway as Robaire’s family returned to the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. For years, the merman felt his dreams slipping out from under him again as he fell into a routine he wasn’t passionate about, hunting, gathering - straining to hear the music that sometimes echoed off the ships that passed through the strait. 

But risk reared its ugly head once more - and another close call attack on their community had his parents fleeing their home and questioning the safety of themselves and their son regardless of what precautions they attempted to take. Not to mention, the happiness of their son too. What was the point of being miserable instead of following your dreams if danger lurked around the corner no matter what?

The pamphlet for Pride U had ended up in Robaire’s hands one day, back on the shores of Baie-Comeau, passed to him by his parents. They sat him down and did their best to hide their worries as they pressed him to finally follow his dreams - but to do it smartly. In a place where sanctuary might actually be more than just an empty promise. 

Opportunity wouldn’t wait for him, and while the risk would rip it all away if he weren’t careful, Robaire too was tired of that risk dangling over him no matter what he chose to do. 

So to Swynlake, England he went; enrolling into Pride U as a Performing Arts Major and easily jumping straight into as many different activities as he could. SDG was one of his absolute favorites, and within weeks he was feeling that same high he hadn’t felt in years. An intoxicating high that had him thinking he was hallucinating when a strange man approached him one day, offering his very dreams and aspirations on a silver platter. 

A chance at stardom. 

A very real, very legit management label - even if it was a small, unknown one at that - offering him a place in their ranks. 

Robaire didn’t think he’d ever said yes faster.

Yet the training period had felt like the most brutal thing Robaire had ever gone through in his life - even with the addition of four other boys he’d never met before suffering right along with him. Long days bleeding into long nights, drilling choreo hour after hour before recording their lines and then doubling right back to grueling workouts and more time spent in the studio, capped off with media training that made his head spin. Robaire had become far too acquainted with the image of his exhausted frame looking back at him in the mirror - the snap of the choreographer to remind them to straighten up, smile, sell themselves. 

But no matter what; they just weren’t good enough. Weren’t talented enough. Weren’t attractive enough. At least to the company, to their manager. Even with the disappointment evident, when a controversial idea was floated around in one of the meetings, Robaire remembered the way his brows knit together. The sheer absurdity having him believe it was just a joke. After all, what kind of company would seriously suggest summoning demons to possess their group in order to achieve the fame they all dreamed of? 

Except it hadn’t been a joke - and despite Robaire’s firm dismissal of the idea and the worry he had about the others who’d also disputed it, the final decision overruled all of their concerns, somehow even agreed upon by some of the group’s members… Not to mention… they’d signed a contract, after all. 

His demon was the one that kept him in line now, even if Robaire felt the flair of doubts about this group and especially about their management circle in his head at every waking moment. All he could do was keep his chin up and push on. He was responsible for these guys now, this group. He was their leader - and if he failed, they all would. 

…besides, this was what he wanted. 

….right?

✓  helpful, good listener, humorous

✖   indecisive, obnoxious, disorganized

Character Suggestions

Black

Current Relationships

None

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“They disregarded the dangers and crossed the border.”

FULL NAME: Lord Milori (formerly of the Qiqihar Hollow, Naryn Hollow) BASED ON: Lord Milori (The Tinkerbell Series) FACE CLAIM: Lee Dongwook PRONOUNS: He/him BIRTHDAY: December 18th, 1858 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information  CW: FIRE, FIRE INJURY, DISPLACEMENT (MULTIPLE TIMES), WAR (MENTIONED)

Milori isn’t sure he knows what the word “home” means. No matter what language it’s spoken in, the concept remains foreign to him. 

 Jiā (家) was the winter hollow near the human village in Manchuria, where he had the start of his childhood with his parents and baby sister, a family of ethnic Korean fairies in 1860’s China. He was the doting older brother and the playful son until it was revealed he was a royal talent and his hollow’s queen, Queen Xiaotong, took him in to raise her successor. Young Longguo dutifully followed her around like a shadow, obeying her every suggestion, committing his future role to memory. Longguo never thought he’d leave his Hollow or the friendly human towns around it, as most of the fairies in his Hollow did. Queen Xiaotong had other plans, however, when she took stock of the rapidly changing world around their hollow and determined she must send her successor into the human world for a human man’s education, and ultimately, to the West to learn the languages and the ways of these foreigners playing in their land. Perhaps, Queen Xiaotong thought, her successor could make friends with humans and pixies alike who might see supporting the sovereignty of pixie hollows as the right thing to do, even if these Western countries seemed to think the land belonging to the humans around them was free for the meddling. In hindsight, Milori would understand that both young Prince Longguo and Queen Xiaotong were naive, even fools.

For a brief time immediately following the first World War, home was a younger royal talent fairy, training to take over rule of her Hollow in the south of England. She was funny, she was beautiful, and most importantly she understood him. It was cruel, how quickly he had to return to China. A 1922 telegram summoned him home, as Queen Xiaotong had fallen ill. Milori — Longguo – had managed to make it home before she died, Queen Xiaotong thus leaving the Hollow in his hands.

Milori thought he was home for good. Until a 1931 human military invasion of the land his Hollow was on led to its destruction and his surviving fairies had to flee north into the USSR.

Dom (дом), for a short period of time, was the Hollow in Soviet Russia where he and the remaining pixies from his birth hollow sheltered in. Specifically, in a forest near a village in Khabarovsk Krai. With both a pixie queen and an heir apparent, Milori had no real role in the Hollow. He spent time working with the kitchen-talents, making potions with the healing talents, practicing with the music-talents…anything to fill his time and to make friends. If he settled well into the Russian hollow under the hospitality of Queen Darya, hopefully his pixies would follow suit.

Word of the royal talent with no Hollow to preside over spread slowly, but it did eventually spread throughout the USSR’s pixie hollows. When the queen of the only winter hollow in Kyrgyz SSR began to feel the tree telling her it was nearing time for her life cycle to end, she panicked at first. Queen Zhyldyz had presided over her hollow in the countryside outside of Naryn for five hundred years and there had been nary a royal talent born. It was then when she received word of the royal talent, Lord Milori, living in Russia with no hollow of his own. Queen Zhyldyz sent several of her scout fairies to go to the hollow in Khabarovsk Krai, to send for the pixie lord. She suspected he was her heir.

Milori and most of his fairies from China followed the scouts to the hollow outside of Naryn. Some remained in Khabarovsk Krai, having Promised to pixies there, and some pixies born in Khabarovsk Krai left with Milori and their promise partners from China, with Queen Darya’s blessing.

Üy (үй), from 1955 onward, was the Hollow outside of Naryn. Kyrgyzstan was a harsh home, the dry, frigid mountains nothing like China or snowy Russia, but it was home nonetheless. The climate suited winter fairies even if the terrain was much less lush than what the fairies from Manchuria or Khabarovsk Krai were used to. The pixie hollow was not buried deep in a forest, rather, it was part of a small patch of woods in the Kyrgyzstan countryside. Milori would not and never did complain. After thirty-odd years of not being able to fulfill his duty to a Hollow, he was grateful when the pixie tree connected to him and confirmed Queen Zhyldyz’s suspicions that the hollowless pixie king was to be her heir. 

The problem? Lord Milori did not yet speak Kyrgyz, the main language of her Hollow. He immediately began intensive Kygyz-language training and studied the culture of his new home, to earn the trust and respect of his future subjects. It helped, Milori noted, that he’d spent time in the Ottoman Empire, as Kyrgyz and Turkish were related. By the time Queen Zhyldyz handed her duties over to Lord Milori in 1963, she was confident in his ability to communicate with their Hollow.

Kyrgyzstan, while not his first or even second home, truly felt like it would be his last. That was, until, November 2023.

A forest fire suspected to be caused by land developers ravaged the small woods his hollow was in, taking it and many of his fairies with it. Milori could do nothing but watch as the Hollow that had been his home for nearly 70 years was destroyed. 

In an effort to rescue a group of pixie children from the flames, Milori’s wings caught fire, damaged irreparably. He now arrives in England, to Swynlake, after hearing that the hollow here was both open to taking pixie refugees, and most importantly to Milori, the sovereignty of the hollow seemed to be respected by the human settlements around it.

✓ Wise, caring, calm

✖  Withdrawn, mysterious, regretful

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“I have your hearts, and you have my pity!”

FULL NAME: Georgette Midler BASED ON: Georgette (Oliver and Company) FACE CLAIM: Alix Earle PRONOUNS: She/Her BIRTHDAY: March 25, 2000 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information Tw: diet culture, beauty standards, self harm

Being raised the way she was there as no other option than perfect. Georgette was taught at the age of 3 “if you are not perfect you will simply be a failure.” Blessed with the pedigree of a socialite mother and Colombia Law Professor as a father she was the best of the best. The status backed by genetics she was out on a pedestal her entire life. There was something elite about being a socialites daughter as well as a beauty queen. From Little Miss New York to Miss Junior New York and her final glory as Miss New York she also find time to be the Serena Vanderwoodsen of her time; gracing page 6 and having features in vogue.

 The pageant circuit was run like a business; her mother taught her early how to check off the boxes and say the right things. There was never a hair out of place or a smile that wasn’t a little too bleached. The same went for her social standing in the city. She was set up for success when her days of pageants had ran its course - she just needed the final title before she could happily retire at 24 and be a socialite. Georgette was just like any woman there was a lot of facade to the life she presented to the world. Where she had made her mistake was she stood on the platform of being genuine and wholesome. The legal documents and NDAs were always drafted up for her assistants and her beauty glam team. They could never share the truth about how much of a tyrant she was or about all the times she had been under the knife and needle. Everything that she was to her adoring public and the pageant judges was a lie. 

The mask was viciously ripped from Georgettes face. Purposefully at the start of the Miss America season. Miss New York and her reputation were being dragged in the mud. On the cover of the New Yorker Magazine, The NY Times, DuMoiux, and every social media platform was Georgette…and pictures of her post nose job - not one but two, pictures of her under the laser for jaw line treatments, her unfiltered face covered in acne, a pretty telling rumor of a boob job, and ozempic usage. 

Everything that Georgette swore against publicly and spoke as an advocate against was broadcasted front and center. To add to the fire screen shots and voice recordings of how she spoke to staff of her upper East side family pent house, restaurant staff, past assistants, and even a jilted ex boyfriend. NDAs, threats, and law suits could not keep the truth from coming out. Ruined Georgette strarted to spiral. In true delusional fashion she tried to make the obtuse apology video for her own social media. Makeup smeared and flowing tears Georgette tried to turn it in her favor by seeming genuine but the public saw right through it. There was nothing genuine about a “save me from being cancelled cry video.”

In enraged black out Georgette trashed her entire room. There was nothing she could do about any of this. No amount of her parents money could cover this! Even if it did there was no chance at winning Miss America if she was exposed and then potentially reexposed for giving the press hush money to redact the articles. They were all true anyways and nobody was going to think anything different. After a week long slump and staying off social media hoping for some of it to blow over Georgette logged back on to see that she was still the hot gossip and it was only getting worse. Screaming at the top of her lungs she grabbed her own arms and started digging her acrylic nails into her skin. She wasn’t stopping she kept digging. Hoping to feel anything but the pain and rage she was feeling over the scandal. As the blood started to drip from her arm it took her minutes before she realized it was pouring from her arms to the marble floors of her walk in closet. She had to leave! It was the only way. To let things blow over. Swyn Lake it was remote. She could treat it like a retreat. Or maybe settle in and build her name up somewhere else. Packing her entire life up in a few suit cases and her trust fund in hand Georgette ran far away from her dumpster fire in Manhattan and set her eyes on a Mansion lifestyle in a new town. 

✓  Confident, decisive, eloquent

✖  Unstable, selfish, possessive

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“Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!”

FULL NAME: Long Mushu BASED ON: Mushu (Mulan) FACE CLAIM: Zhong Chenle PRONOUNS: He/him BIRTHDAY: June 12th, 2005 CURRENT STATUS: Taken

Character Information CW: Child neglect mention

Five years before Mushu was born, his father was named the Chinese national dragon. All the prestige and respect came to his family. And, to their greater delight, Mushu’s older brother was born that year, in the year of the dragon. So not only was his father the national dragon, they now had someone who would be able to inherit such an honorable position if they continued to do well and respect and honor the Dragon culture.

  Mushu was born on a hot summer’s day, just a few days after the Dragon Boat Festival. And from his earliest memories, he could recall that there were always expectations. He was expected to play with the right friends, and do well in school, and…oh yeah, access his Dragon side early just like his older brother. But he didn’t start showing any signs. Mushu was a cheerful young child, and then a cheerful preteen and there was nothing. 

  So Mushu’s father decided it was time for him to take real action on it. The Chinese National Dragon brought his second born son to the top of a mountain, to a cliff side and instructed him to fly out of there. Mushu tried everything he could think of to try to awaken his Dragon. To try to be able to fly off and back to his family where he belonged. He tried for hours. And hours. And hours. Hunger hit him, the cold of being on top of the mountain hit him, and then he felt certain that he would die up there away from everyone he knew and loved. 

  Then just before he passed out, his older brother flew in out of nowhere, picking him up and carrying him back home. Everything felt different then. Mushu was still alive, but he had failed. He had failed to be the second great pride of a Dragon that his parents needed him to be. He was an ordinary child of the National Dragon. 

  Mushu got to grow watching his brother be trained, watching his brother grow in strength and show off the Dragon skills he learned. And Mushu was “human-locked.” He was “human-locked” and not of interest to his parents. Or at least not his father. He started to grow a little desperate. He did his research and attempted to imitate what a Dragon could through alternate means. If his dad thought he had harnessed some of the Dragon, things would get better right? 

  Wrong. 

  Now he was trench deep in a lie and pulling off more complicated tricks each time he was expected to train or to show how he had grown. And then, to make it even worse, his father put him in charge of some family treasures, instructing him to guard him with his true Dragon strength. That all would have been great if he actually had that strength. 

  Needless to say, Mushu failed in his duty. The treasures were gone, and he brought shame and dishonor to himself and his family. He was no longer allowed to stay at home. He would have to leave. His mother finally chose the location for him, a magical town in England known as Swynlake. He was being sent off in disgrace. Now he would have to figure out college and just how to redeem his honor in a whole new country.

✓ Protective, kind, devoted

✖  Finicky, self-righteous, nagging

Character Suggestions

Chinese

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