Wendy Darling

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy Moira Angela Darling

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Name: Wendy Moira Angela Darling
Nickname: Wendy, Wendy-Bird, Mother
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fairytale: Peter Pan
Year: University Year 3
Face Claim: Carey Mulligan

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Personality:

Wendy is an intelligent woman, clear with her actions, and due to her middle class background well to do. She loves to tell stories, she comes across as bright and bubbly and impossibly hard to dislike. She struggles to know when to hold her tongue, She’s bright and brave and heroic, and will stand up for others. She’s creative in her spare time, always writing stories, not just about her adventures with Peter but adventures she’s made up herself. She's tenacious but very loving. She won't stand for injustice either. 

She can be quite mothering, having to take care of the boys in Never Land every year has made it easier for her to be that gentle loving character that a mother would be. She's horrendously loyal almost to a fault and does everything in her power to not let people down. 

Appearance:

Wendy is a slight woman with round features and short hair. She cut it to annoy her governess, remembering how she had started to envy how the lost boys would not have to worry about their hair in the bushes and trees. She made quite a statement when she walked around London without it, and was usually made to wear a hat. She has a sweet dimpled mouth and bright blue eyes. She’s usually found in dresses, but wouldn’t be impartial to trousers, as she had seen sometimes they were all the fashion. She has rosy red cheeks, pointed toes and the kindest smile.

History: Wendy was born in the late 1800’s and met a boy who would never grow up. He could fly and wanted a mother for his adventures in his home of Never Land. She went with her brother, fought pirates, met mermaids, and fell in love with Peter Pan. However, soon she was longing to go home, to be with her parents.

Sadly, she had to grow up, though she tried every year to make sure Peter couldn’t see how she was growing, she was. In the times between Peter’s visits was educated by governesses and began to grow up isolated from other children against her will and being trained to be a lady’s companion which she despised the idea of. She wanted to be an author and write novels, like her favourite author Beatrix Potter.

At least she had every spring with Peter, but it hurt to see him when he could not see the change in her. She was afraid of the day he would find her, and call her a traitor for growing up.

But it was hard not too now, around her the world is changing. Living at home taking care of her father because he had fallen down the stairs. She’s considered officially, despite her young age, a spinster refusing to marry until she fell in love. She still spends a lot of time with her brothers, who have gone on to do very grown up things but it could be their last years of peace. The year after all is 1913. The world is on the brink of it’s First World War, and when one night in her bed, after caring for her father who had fallen down the stairs, a portal opens in her bedroom.

And because she’s fought so many things, growing up being one of them, the brave young woman that she is, decides perhaps it’s time for an adventure of her own. Her family would be fine without her and it was time for an adventure for a grown up Wendy. Then she steps through to Tintagel with a new life about to begin.

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Her brothers had long since moved from the Nursery. Over a decade had passed since she had first met the boy who would not grow up here but now the room was now Wendy’s to enjoy. She called it her craft room, to her father’s agonizing dismay. Littered around the room were watercolour paintings of landscapes, of her family and friends, scraps of paper with notes. She was not as organised as people may think in her creative space. She even liked to walk around with no socks, reminded of soft grass beneath her feet in Never Land….

She had been minding her own business painting a particular forest setting she had gotten her brother to take a photograph when the portal appeared, It arrived just in the balcony window, shining bright and beckoning. It was like it was calling to her, whispering. It was like she could hear the crashing waves of Never Land, the smell of a camp fires --

It smelt like adventure, the wind on the breeze, like Peter.

Except Peter wasn’t here. He wouldn’t be here to see her until spring, and it wasn’t even Christmas yet.

So she swallowed. Wendy looked about her room before diving to grab her artists nap sac under her desk and started to pack it. Maybe Peter needed her, maybe it was something else or someone else entirely, she couldn’t be sure.

But even in her young adult age, she believed in magic, and she believed that there must be a reason a portal opened here, on her doorstep to the world. She pushed her outgrown short hair out of her eyes and took a look at the portal once more.

And holding her breath, she stepped forward into the void. Hoping she had enough belief left in her to get to where she was going.

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