free the beast from it's cage.

parents: - tick tock the crocodile (peter pan) && pim juntasa full name: - kiba chalawan species: - siren years of age: - 19 birthdate: - july 1, 1998 homeland: - the isle of the lost faceclaim: - bambam/kunpimook bhuwakul

【 WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING SO DISTASTEFUL.】

child abuse tw && mental abuse tw

how do you live your life knowing that the people entrusted to protect and care for you had tried to sell you off to the highest bidder when you were a baby? unable to defend yourself, unable to fight back. kiba had a very stark reminder of that whenever he displeased his mother. she’d mutter “should’ve lowered the price when we tried selling you” in thai every time he came home with bruises on his face or got caught for stealing. tick tock, the infamous nickname he got for himself, had stopped caring about the boy, letting him do whatever he wanted. tick tock would get into arguments with his mother, both of them possessing the same prowess and cruel tactics, and kiba would take off. only then did he learn that his mother only cared for him when his parents got along.

his father used to be a king, a crocodile king of neverland. he held the pirates in the palm of his hand, what with the captain’s intense phobia of the crocodile who ate a clock (and his hand). his father was also a siren, a shapeshifter who could wield sea magic. during their coming of age, sirens choose their favourite form and stick to it as often as they could. tick tock chose a crocodile, pim chose a mermaid. their pride in being so glorious before being banished to the isle caused them to fall into the habits of gambling and cheating. drinking and smoking. selling what they deemed expendable for some semblance of power. kiba and a mysterious twin sister were considered expendable once upon a time. the only time tick tock cared about him was the time he cared enough to chide kiba by comparing him to this sister that was much more valuable since kiba had caused nothing but trouble.

that is... until he didn’t. all the times that kiba got caught stealing only taught him how to steal better. kiba’s exuberance and charisma managed to help him out of tight squeezes more often than not. he learned tricks during gambles, besting even the most stone-cold poker faces with his eccentricities. he started bringing in profit for his parents. tick tock and pim usually lost it faster than kiba could make it. but he was more than just trouble at that point. when he found out he was chosen to leave the isle and attend school in auradon, he decided it was time for one last gamble. his parents had learned to care but only because they saw with greed. so for his last trick, he swindled everything his parents loved out of their lives. he fed them to the sharks— forcing them out of hiding to deal with the debts they owe (spoiler: it wasn’t pretty). you never want to be on kiba’s bad side, he’d swipe the rug from underneath you to reveal a trap door all with a bright, cheeky smile on his face.

【 HOLES IN YOUR COFFIN, FOOL.】

+ positive: determined, exuberant && bright. - negative: convicting, brash && merciless.

【 NOTHING LESS WILL DO.】

→ blane jones: - a frenemy, the mutual nuisance

→ rosemary jones: - the one who’s afraid of crocs like him

Charity was headed towards the bookstore. She thought she had bought all of the textbooks she needed, but apparently she forgot one of them. She paused when she realized the boy was addressing her. Her eyebrows rose slightly, and she giggled softly. “Sure. Do you want me to pose in any particular way, or do you not care?”

“most people have at least one person in their lives they can bother with this sort of thing. it saves everyone else from having to listen to it.” she still didn’t look up at his question, instead tilting the book towards her so he could see the cover. “it’s about the history of magic.”

shen let out a happy little snuffle as he bit into his pork bao. this time, he hadn’t even needed to go out to go get them as the little chinese woman who ran the singular chinese resturant in auradon had taken a liking to him. she liked being able to speak with him in her native tongue, and enjoyed how excitable he always was when he visited. so she had popped by the university with a box of goodies for him, just to make sure he was doing alright. 

shen happily tore into the food as he caught sight of the….shapeshifter ?? whatever it was, shen watched with interest. he gave the boy a small round of applause when he landed and enthusiastically gave a high five to the hand that was offered. “ that was awesome, dude !! you were just all over the place. you were there and then you were here, and WOW, was that cool. ” he breathed, a bit in awe.

Kiba beamed when the other boy started getting JUST as excited as he was. His enthusiasm was hard to match, at least back on the Isle, and it was refreshing to see someone who’d high five back. He jumped onto his heels for a second, his smile reaching from ear to ear. “Yo, I KNOW!” he shouted, before bouncing a moment and then leaning forward, his hands on his knees. “It was! Man, I’ve NEVER shapeshifted before. It was— man, it was freaking amazing! Hey, do you shapeshift? Apparently, everybody shapeshifts around here, it’s not even a surprising thing anymore.” 

Blane snorted a bit at the thought before rolling his eyes. “Yeah, you’ve made that fairly clear.” he commented sindley before moving so that there was a gap in between them. 

When he began to explain the situation Blane listened, although the expression on his face didn’t change much as he did. He seemed to be way more excited about the subject then Blane was. “Oh yeah, that is just fantastic.” he drawled out dryly, his tone clearly not matching his words.  

“How do you have, like, ANY, friends?” Kiba asked after a moment or two. The siren was just being as friendly does. “Like, I get it— The brooding, dark anti-hero gimmick probably gets you laid a whole bunch but it’s really BORING.” He yawned for effect. “Sarcasm is just... there’s, like, nothing fun about it.”

ceridwen blinked when he took a seat beside her, but she said nothing off it, simply looking back down at the pages of her book. “can all sirens shape-shift?” blu questioned, and ceridwen flipped the page of her book. she seemed to not be paying the boy any attention, though in all reality, she was quite invested in the conversation.

she listened as he went on about sirens, though she said nothing; she had heard of sirens, but she’d never known what they could do. “an infamous crocodile? the form of water, even?” blu questioned, and the sea witch’s eyes twinkled with interest. “that does sound quite magnificent. i can conjure water, but … nothing like what you can do, i am sure.” she offered the slightest of smiles. “— our names are zip and blu —” zip quickly cut in when the boy referred to them as thing 1 and thing 2, and ceridwen shot him a disapproving look, causing the eel to curl into a ball in his water bubble. “— if you are referring to my mother, ursula; yes, i am connected to her. and yes, i am a sea witch.”

“They SHOULD,” Kiba started. His suspicion grew and grew, becoming a lump in his throat. He powered through it, of course. The boy could talk his way through anything (most anyone who met him could attest to that). “But having a siren that doesn’t shapeshift is totally plausible. I think it’s a conscious thing. Because I know, I do. If you don’t know, you don’t do. It can be like an untapped power if a siren doesn’t KNOW they can shapeshift.” He gave a noncommittal shrug. His eyes turned back to the eels when they decided to interrupt oh-so-kindly. However, just as the girl gave them a look, Kiba didn’t pay any mind.

( @ticctocc said “why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?” )

“probably because you’re lamenting about your life in a public domain,” ithaca said, not looking up from her book. “it’s a major turn-off.”

misty would have responded that no, that was not alright, she had things to do and people to see, but she figured she wouldn’t be allowed to leave, not until he’d explained himself. all she did was nod at each point he made, wanting him to get on with it, and while she didn’t want to high-five him, she figured the fastest way out of this was to do so, and so she did. she only spoke after that.

“i’m misty, i’m from atlantica, i’m a fish. and mermaids aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, so…” no offence to the waters, of course. she was just a little tired of mermaids. she had been for eighteen years. part of her wanted to ask why a crocodile, but decided to shrug it off. “i guess that’s good for you?” she said slowly. “you’re… very energetic.”

Kiba brightened significantly once she high-fived him back. “Never met too much— not many make it to the Isle. I say it like it’s a good thing but really, it’s not. Uh, just that they don’t do enough crime to warrant a banishment, I guess? That’s better wording. Whatever, it’ll work,” he said, waving his hand dismissively as he began to ramble. He flashed a smile to try and keep the spirits up. 

the questions all came out at once and orion almost felt as though he was enduring one of his father’s random rhetorical quizzes. “uh, nice to meet you, kiba,” he started slowly. “i’m orion, and i’m a… human? i guess?” he honestly didn’t know what to call himself.

as soon as the boy seemed to calm down a bit ( no longer asking a high-five from her, at least ), ceridwen moved the floating bubbles back to their usual places at her sides. she just blinked at his ‘superhero’ stance, briefly parting her lips as if she were about to speak. instead, the worse came from zip, “shapeshifting? believe me, i know plenty about the isle, but …” her head tilted slightly to one side. “how do you shapeshift?”

the sea witch narrowed her eyes at the boy when he mentioned being a ‘siren’, though the gaze was short-lived. some part of her wanted to say that something about the boy seemed familiar, but she quickly brushed the thought from her mind, finding it silly of her to think such a thing. ceridwen crossed her arms, and blu spoke, “a siren, you say?” she brushed her hair from her face. “you’re a siren?”

Curious, Kiba decided to sit down beside the girl. If he was going to be answering her questions, he might as well make himself comfortable. He gave a brief smile before stretching. “It’s something I’m born with. Kind of like— a fairy has wings and can use pixie dust. Sirens can shapeshift and conjure water-based magic. Whatever THAT means, I’m not too sure. I don’t care for magic all too much anyway, save for my shapeshifting. Plan on being as infamous as my dad— Maybe not for something as GROSS as eating a hand, though.”

Blane had been minding his own business when he suddenly saw something whiz right past him. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but he wasn’t going to go out of his way to find out. It wasn’t until the familiar face had appeared beside him that he had gotten his answer. 

 He had always found the other to be a little too animated for his tastes, which most of the time had gotten on his nerves. Then again, what didn’t get on his nerves at this point.  Blane flinched back as soon as he held his hand up. “Okay first off, personal space have you ever heard of it before?” he grumbled “Secondly, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” 

“Okay, dude, I wasn’t going to hit you. My dad may have a liking for Jones’ meat but I’d really rather not. That ain’t my jam,” Kiba said with a cheeky grin. He held both his hands up defensively. “I mean, I have.  But what makes you think that I care about personal space?”