#taledintro

full name: william bryson alias: the boy who cried wolf nicknames: will, billy, sharpshooter (as a photographer) age: twenty-eight date of birth: july 20th gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him sexuality: homiesexual species/race: human, caucasian languages spoken: english current residence: small apartment above a bodega/newstand occupation: shepherd(pre-curse)/ freelance reporter & photographer (during curse) .

height and build: 5'4", slim dancer build eye color: chocolate brown hair color: varies, usually short mop of straight hair. notable features: flashes a cheeky smile whenever he wants something faceclaim: tom holland

parents: tba. siblings: tba. ancestry: tba. romantic status: signal (for now…)

biggest strengths: curious, observant, fuckable greatest flaw: mouthy, selfish, self-isolating moral code: what's that? usually doesn't follow a code, just the best path to get his way that won't put him or his friends in danger. how they handle conflict: depends on the day, if he's feeling scrappy - he's knocking against each post on the way down if it means getting the best of his rivals. prefers being right than doing the right thing. how they handle affection: they want it yesterday but might not return the attention, we're in a recession man, gotta make it last reputation versus reality: has a reputation for being a dishonest vs is more selfish than dishonest, there is a difference according to him

combat training: maybe post-curse? tbd. expertise: shepherd staff. magic or powers: tbd. survival skills: (pre-curse) tracking + animal handling + keen eye for spotting that wolf, (in pellar) less so, but still has an eye for a scoop hobbies: photography, streaming, clubbing. weaknesses and limitations: is human for all that he knows, so probably not as agile or durable as the usual magic folk in Pellar.

cock: 7.5". uncut. thin at the based, larger in the shaft, especially before the head. ref here. ass: bottom heavy with that ballet dancer booty (beefy bubble butt) ref here. position: versatile, switch kinks: outdoor sex, collars, dirty talk, flip-fucking, breeding, frotting, pits/musk (stealing these bc same…) but adding breeding, markings (giving, receiving), filming, semi/public sex, firearms. libido: varies, but once you get him going, he's going to want you to scratch that itch

GENERAL STATS

age: thirty five (35 years old)

hair color: brunette

eye color: blue

height: six feet and two inches (6'2")

weight: two hundred and ten pounds (210 lbs)

sexuality: bisexual

cocksize: nine and half inches (9.5") with a hefty thickness and many veins stretching down the shaft.

position: top-verse

some kinks: rough sex, sex outside, fighting for dominance, choking, tarzan, oral (receiving), daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding, public sex, restraints, musk, body worship, teasing, and more to come.

anti kinks: scat, gore, vore, diaper play, and age play

libido: he is always looking to get off, the when and where doesn't matter.

FAIRYTALE REALM (before the curse)

name: clayton

other titles: mr. clayton

occupation: private security, private escort, hunter, poacher

personality: while it is clear in how he carries himself that clayton comes from a prominent family in society he's able to use his manners and obvious charm, and good looks, to distract from how utterly selfish and self serving he is; but even leaving his shirt half buttoned isn't enough enough to hide that short fused temper of his.

he came from a reputable family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but that still wasn't enough for clayton. he didn't want to rest on his families wealth and become a glorified decoration in their home. he wanted to make his own name for himself, his own wealth. those motivations led him to africa. in the eyes of england, the lands were still wild and untamed; and ripe for the taking. he hoped he would discover something monumental; or, at least, something he could make money off of.

instead he earned himself a pair of bumbling researchers, a family duo, wanting to document and find gorilla's. he didn't care for the animals, or any animals for that matter, but money was money; and this was his own. plus, worst case scenario, if they stumbled upon something he might be able to stuff and mount it in his home; or maybe he could have it made into a new rug for his foyer.

they found so much more than they bargained for. not only did they find the gorilla's, they found some savage englishman that had been abandoned by it's parent's-- his parents-- and raised amongst the beast as one of their own. tarzan. clayton was as fascinated with tarzan as he was annoyed by him; repulsed by him. he was a wild man that had no manners, no proper upbringing, no decorum. he was a beast himself; and clayton couldn't get away from him.

despite his best efforts, the wild man had no interest in helping clayton and only seemed interested in the two bumbling researchers he was protecting. thankfully clayton was able to use that connection to his advantage, tricking tarzan into revealing the location of his families nest, but before he can get his men to capture the apes and secure their wealth by selling on the black market he is stopped by tarzan and left for dead.

unfortunately for tarzan, he survived.

CURSED TOWN REALM (after the curse)

name: william clayton

occupation: one of the sheriff's deputies.

personality: quick to annoyance, deputy clayton has earned a reputation for being a man you don't want to cross. while he has his charm, and he seems polite enough, it is no secret that he has a short fuse; plenty of people have spent a night, or a few hours at least, thrown into one of the few cells they have at the precinct all because they said the wrong thing to him. despite his temper, he still tries to do what he thinks is best; though if it's best for the general public or best for himself it's still hard to tell.

never one to ask for help, william has always been determined to survive by his own two hands. to be a real man and provide for himself through hard work and dedication.

--and selfishness.

much to many people's surprise, he is still relatively well liked among the other member's of the town despite that horrible temper of his. you never knew which side of him you were going to get but when william felt like being charming there was hardly anyone that wouldn't bat an eye and blush at him.

--and maybe some of them even liked that fire in him; some of the young men certainly seemed to enjoy pushing his buttons just so they could say they had his hands around their throat for a fleeting moment.

GENERAL STATS

height: six feet and two inches (6'2")

weight: one hundred and sixty five pounds (165 lbs)

sexuality: homosexual

cocksize: six and half inches (6.5") with a slight curve to the left and a thick vein down the length of his shaft on the top.

position: bottom (though, with enough of an emotional connection, he would consider topping though that would take plotting and a very special connection with someone)

some kinks: rough sex, sex outside, dominant partners, choking, ice play, oral (giving), daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding (receiving), public sex, multiple partners, musk, body worship, teasing, and more to come.

anti kinks: scat, gore, vore, diaper play, and age play

libido: high doesn't even begin to cover it. he is always pining for it.

FAIRY TALE REALM (pre-curse)

name: jack frost

other titles: the king of winter, the guardian of fun, father winter, frost, the guardian of fun, and the bringer of winter

age: timeless, died in his twenties (but unfortunately doesn't remember his life before death so he doesn't remember how old he was, exactly, upon death)

hair color: stark white

eye color: a striking blue

occupation: the spirit of winter

personality: still a bit of a loner, even after finding his place amongst the other guardians he still struggles from time to time with being a member of a team. jack has a tendency to put himself first because all he cares about is having fun, and being remembered, and sometimes those ideals of his get in the way of what should be his priority.

after struggling to fully embrace his powers, and his responsibilities, jack has made up for the trouble he originally caused-- though it's hard to say if he really learned his lesson or not. while he is much closer with the other guardian's, and more respectful of the roles they ALL play, he still has a tendency to prefer his playful, and often mischievous, antics to actually following through with his duties.

you see, despite being a guardian for centuries now, jack has struggled to mature; at least his childish antics are matched by the permanent youthfulness of his appearance.

CURSED TOWN REALM (after the curse)

name: jackson snowden

age: twenty five (25 years old)

hair color: fluctuates between light brown and dirty blonde

eye color: blue

occupation: (retired professional ice skater) teaches ice skating during the winter season, and a camp counselor during the summer season.

personality: while still being a bit childish in nature, he has managed to mature a bit and has really taken to being a stable leader for the youth(s) that he is often entrusted with. he might not be the most responsible person in the world, but he would do anything for the children he looks after-- his students/campers-- and he often finds himself talking about them even when he's not working during the off seasons.

he might have been bubbly and playful on the surface but that was nothing more than a front to keep people from seeing the truth. jackson was broken.

most of the people that knew him, or knew of him, simply assumed he never fully recovered from the horrible accident that cost him his career as a professional ice skater; that cost him everything. while they aren't entirely wrong, the despondence he felt was due to far more than just that.

he was alone.

he had lost his little brother years before, and his parents shortly after. he had no family to call his own anymore and despite that charming smile of his and that quick wit, he hardly had any real friends he could call upon when he was stuck in his loneliness. he loved skating but he didn't pour himself into the sport because he wanted to be good at it or because he wanted titles and medals hanging from his neck; he just wanted to be remembered.

to be known.

now that the facade of their world was shattered and the truth of who he was came back to him, it was easier to hide that sadness in his eyes but it still lingered in his lungs like cold air he just couldn't seem to escape.

jackson was still alone.

he poured himself into his lessons, and to being a leader for the kids that he watched over at camp, but it still wasn't enough to fill the growing void in his chest. sleeping around seemed to help some, at least it made him feel wanted-- and remembered-- for just a bit longer but, even then, it wasn't enough.

were-shifters that he's either hunted before or has had his eyes on. maybe someone that was caged up by him to do his bidding before. any unwilling accomplices

creative types. people that he viewed as both competition (even if they weren't a designer) and fuel to inspire him some more. could be frenemies type of vibes or just straight up rivals

someone who isn't afraid of him or at least doesn't show it. he's used to people running away or crossing the street. would be nice to have someone that just accepts him for who he is

someone that could have known one of his ancestors and know what his family is capable of. he doesn't care much about them because he's living his own life, but it could be cool

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

FULL  NAME: Dominic Chasseur ALSO KNOWN AS: Gaston AGE: 36 GENDER/PRONOUNS:  Male (He/him) ORIENTATION: Bisexual SPECIES: Human FAIRY TALE CONNECTION: The Beauty and the Beast OCCUPATION (PRE-CURSE): Hunter OCCUPATION (CURSE/PELLAR TOWN): Gym Owner SEXUAL  TEMPERAMENT: Dominant SEXUAL  POSITION: Top

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER: N/A CHILDREN: N/A PARENTS: Unknown SIBLINGS: N/A FRIENDS: LeFou

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

FACE  CLAIM: Luke Evans EYE  COLOUR: Blue HAIR  COLOUR: Brown HEIGHT: 6' BODY  BUILD: Muscular, well-toned FACIAL  HAIR:  N/A TATTOOS  +  PIERCINGS: N/A NOTABLE  PHYSICAL  TRAITS: A couple of scars from his time at war

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

PHOBIAS/FEARS: Irrelevance, humiliation MENTAL  DISORDERS: N/A

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

LIKES: Hunting, exercise, order, obedience, praise DISLIKES: Rejection, weakness, books, disobedience, solitude POSITIVE  ATTRIBUTES: Protective, charismatic, brave NEGATIVE  ATTRIBUTES: Arrogant, fragile ego, entitled

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

AESTHETICS: taxidermy animals, old guns, leather jackets

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

KINKS: Bondage (other), Dom, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex ANTI-KINKS: Vore. Scat. Urophilia.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

Gaston was born in a small French village as the eldest son of a respected gamekeeper. From childhood, he was praised for his strength, good looks, and sharp eye with a musket. He quickly grew into the kind of young man people admired or envied. His father taught him hunting as both a skill and a way of life, while his mother instilled in him the belief that he was destined for greatness.

By the time he was sixteen, Gaston had already killed his first stag and was celebrated at the tavern as a prodigy hunter. He grew up on constant praise: every successful hunt, every display of strength, every grin that made the girls of the village swoon reinforced the idea that he was exceptional. Gaston never learned humility, only that admiration was his due.

When war broke out, Gaston eagerly joined the French army. He rose quickly through the ranks, serving as a captain by the time he was twenty-one. On the battlefield, his charisma inspired soldiers, and his ruthless efficiency earned victories. But the war also hardened him. Gaston grew accustomed to taking what he wanted, to seeing enemies as prey, and to demanding loyalty and obedience from those beneath him.

When the war ended, he returned home restless. The village welcomed him as a hero, and he slid easily into the role of protector and provider. He filled his tavern with hunting trophies, reminders of his power, and the people reinforced the myth of Gaston: handsome, brave, unbeatable. Yet, beneath his bravado was a gnawing fear; peace offered no battlefield, no outlet for his need to conquer.

It was in this restlessness that Belle caught his eye. Unlike the other women in town, she was not impressed by his stories or his muscles. She dismissed his boasts, walked past his victories, and refused to giggle at his charm. For Gaston, used to getting whatever he wanted, this was unthinkable.

In his mind, Belle became the next prize to claim. If he could win her, it would prove that his glory was unshakable, that he was still the hero, the conqueror. Her rejection, however, stirred something unfamiliar: insecurity. To Gaston, that insecurity felt like humiliation, and humiliation was intolerable.

As Belle resisted, Gaston’s sense of entitlement curdled into obsession. He convinced himself that he was not just wooing her, he was saving her from her own foolishness. When he learned of the Beast, he saw not just a rival, but a monster daring to claim what was his. His rallying of the villagers was not about protection; it was the final hunt, the ultimate battle to restore his pride.

Despite losing, he survived...

Dominic runs the most popular gym in Pellar’s Town, a place that’s equal parts iron paradise and shrine to his own physique. Locals know him as the kind of man who pushes everyone to their limits, shouting encouragement that feels more like a battle cry. He thrives on the admiration of his clients, most of whom can’t help but be impressed by his strength and confidence. To Dominic, the gym isn’t just a business; it’s his kingdom, where discipline, order, and power are worshiped with every rep and every drop of sweat.

Beau Peep has always been a little different from the other shepherds in his storybook land. While some took their roles with somber seriousness, Beau embraced his flock with equal parts tenderness and flamboyance. His sheep were more than animals. They were companions, confidants, and sometimes even his audience when he’d sing ridiculous love songs at twilight and twirl around the meadow in a pastel bandana and too-big boots. His gentle heart and radiant loyalty made him beloved, but his impulsiveness often complicated matters. None more so than the day some of his sheep wandered through one of Jack’s mysterious portals. Despite endless searching, Beau never managed to find them again. It was a loss that stung, though his eternal optimism always told him that maybe, one day, he’d stumble across their woolly faces again.

When the curse fell and Beau awoke in Pellar’s Town, he hardly missed a beat. Instead of despairing over the strangeness of it all, he rolled up his sleeves and planted his boots in the soil. He continued doing what he was doing. In this world, he’s a farmer and chef. Running a cozy little farm-to-table kitchen where everything on the plate is something he’s tended with his own hands. His loyal streak shines here. He’ll feed anyone who looks hungry, whether it’s a stranger, a traveler , or a friend in need of comfort. The pastel bandanas never left his wardrobe. His food is hearty, his laughter infectious, and his presence the kind of warmth people find themselves drifting toward without realizing it.

Still, beneath his cheerful exterior, Beau is shaped by contradictions. His naivety makes him too trusting, sometimes swept up in grand ideas or easily fooled by tricksters. His impulsive nature means he’ll leap into schemes or swing his warhammer before thinking things through. Yet these flaws are also part of his charm. Beau is the kind of man who will risk everything for a friend, who will sprint headlong into danger because he refuses to watch someone suffer, who will stubbornly try again and again when told something is impossible. In a world riddled with curses, dark magic, and hidden enemies, his guileless warmth is a kind of rebellion in itself.

Beau is pastel girly-pop meets sturdy himbo. Equal parts delicate and indestructible. He’ll tie on a pink bandana, pull fresh bread from the oven, and still heft his massive warhammer onto his shoulder as casually as one would carry a walking stick. In the realms, he was the shepherd boy who lost his flock. In Pellar’s Town, he’s found a new one. The misfits, the hungry, the lost souls who wander through his farm stand. And like any good shepherd, he refuses to let them go astray.

Basics

Name: Maui

Nicknames: Hero To Man, Hero To Men & Women, Hero To All

Age: Immortal, but looks mid-forties

Gender: CIS Man

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: Demi-God

Occupation: Demigod of the Wind and Sea

Physical

Hair: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 6’4

Notable Features: Hella tattoos that sometimes look like they might move...

Personal

Sexual Preference: Vers

Biography

*clears throat*

I mean, Maui does explain what he's done.

BASIC INFO

full name — peter pangborne known as — peter pan age — forever twenty-three (neverland's first immortal) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual fairy tale connection — peter pan clothing style — forest color palettes, tight pants, high-waisted shorts, sleeveless shirts... leaves

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — kj apa hair — auburn red / eyes — hazel height — five foot & eight inches build — athletic toned scars — none tattoos — n/a piercings — ears special characteristics — ears are unusually pointy but not quite to the degree of an elf

PERSONALITY

positive traits — daring, clever, vivacious, determined negative traits — impulsive, jealous, selfish, possessive hobbies — flying, dancing, mischief making, singing, flirting

MEDICAL INFO

mental — undiagnosed adhd, forgetfulness physical — active and healthy, neverland magic keeps him eternally youthful phobias — being abandoned, solitude eyesight — 20/20(left eye), 20/20 right eye dominant hand — ambidextrous alcohol use — yes, social drinker diet — anything that can be hunted and gathered in neverland, slight sweet tooth

SPICY INFO

sexual preference — versatile, bottom leaning kinks — romance, public play, exhibitionism, breeding, scents, hair pulling, rough, edging, oral fixations (his own), body worship, praise anti-kinks — gore/scat, blood play, infantilization, feminization

BACKGROUND

birthplace — london, england parents — unknown mother (deceased) & unknown father (deceased) siblings — none notable skills — adept audio mimicry, shadow teleportation, flyer (through pixie dust), exceptional gymnastic skills

BIO

Once a normal boy who grew up in the streets of London, England during the early Victorian era — Peter Pan took it upon himself to remain eternally youthful and escape the responsibilities of adulthood. He never excelled too well in academics at school, and was therefore destined for a life in the factories like his father. One night after turning to the ripe age of eighteen, Peter wished to runaway and be taken somewhere he would never have to grow up.

From the darkness, his shadow animated into a sentient being with a mind of its own. The dark figure beckoned Peter to follow it and led him to an alley where another peculiar tiny creature with dragonfly wings greeted them. A healthy sprinkle of pixie dust later, and Peter gained the ability to fly. Feet magically lifting off the ground, Peter soared high in the sky and away from the house he once called home. The trio of now best friends continued flying through the night and across the vast sea until they saw an island in the distance.

There, Peter remained for months. With his shadow and pixie companion's help, he not only survived — but thrived in the island. Still, he couldn't help but feel lonely and miss his parents. Not only that, he craved friends to hangout and forge strong bonds with. So, he left Neverland in what felt like an eternity to find those willing to be a part of his adventures. He'd travel back to London and frequent locale universities to invite young men who also want an escape to join him. Peter didn't discriminate, either. He happily welcomed older and more mature chaps in need of a good time away from the obligations of daily life.

Eventually, Peter assembled a solid retinue of men of different ages to be his 'lost boys'. Together, they reveled in the freedom and much needed respite provided in abundance by the island. So long as they stayed within the borders of Neverland, none of them aged a bit. It was an eternal adventure of flirting with mermaids, fighting pirates, and finding magical treasures.

Over the years, some of his lost boys began to yearn for home. They missed their old lives and families, which Peter often had a hard time understanding. Nevertheless, he didn't forbid them from leaving and frequently had to depart from the island to find a replacement. This carried on for decades. Sometimes, Peter is away for months in search for the perfect candidate or distracted trying to recruit a particular man into joining his motley crew. Alas, Peter's immortality is suppressed whenever he's in the outside world. This prolonged absence from Neverland caused him to age until he was in his early twenties.

Now with easier access to so many more New Worlds both magical and mundane thanks to Jack's enchanted beans, Peter is more determined than ever to bring together the perfect group of lost boys.

HEADCANONS

after spending years in and out of neverland, peter is approximately twenty-three years old. biologically speaking however, he's over a hundred in terms of age.

peter definitely fears someday being completely alone in neverland, without even his shadow or tinkerbell to turn to.

with his love for flying, peter has developed an addiction to pixie dust to the point he has the substance stored in bottles. he refuses to touch the ground unless in bed. more often than not, he can be seen levitating or floating casually.