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Your Name: Sparky
Age: 22
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Character Name: Captain James Hook
Series: Peter Pan 2003 Movie-verse
Timeline: Post death
Background: Here we go~!
Spoken / written languages: Common
Abilities: Fencing, most notably. Ruthless with a gentleman-like nature. And he uses his hook for intimidation. Which he's also good at. He looks for loopholes in contracts he makes. And he's fearless, except where the crocodile is concerned.
Items: His clothes, the harness for his hook, and of course, his hook. But it's been replaced with a very durable plastic version.
Third Person Sample:

Hook was glad to see the ice melt, the flowers bloom, and Neverland teem with life. It meant that HE was back. That irksome whelp that drove the man to the brink of madness and back again. He had risen early that day, combed his hair, shined his hook with extra care and precision, and only managed to kill one crew member today for incompetence. What a delightful mood this day found him in. Because, you see, Hook had another reason to be glad. He had acquired a young guest who was near and very dear to Pan's eternally youthful heart.

Wendy Darling.

Hook had even gone out of his way to ensure she was comfortable down in the brig. He gave her a pillow and a tattered blanket. What a generous man he was! But today, today was the day little Miss Wendy Darling was going to tell him where Pan was. He dressed finely, because it would be bad form to be dressed otherwise on the day of his victory. He, with two of his crew, descended into the dark depths of the brig where his guest slept, curled beneath the blanket and her cheek resting against the dirty pillow.

He tapped his hook against the bar of her cell to jar her then smiled sweetly as she turned to look at him warily. "Good morning, dear little Wendy." His voice was deceptively sweet and he gestured for the one who held the key to unlock her cell. "You must be starving, aren't you?" He asked.

The door swung open and he even offered to help her to her feet. "I've had quite the breakfast feast prepared in my room. Would you like some of it?"

It had been nearly two days since he last fed the frightened child and he knew she would not refuse him. He dismissed his pirates and guided Wendy to his room, seating her in front of his desk where a tray of food sat waiting. He lifted the lid and smiled down at her. "Go on, Child. Eat. It's not poisoned." He plucked an apple from the plate and bit into it to prove his point. Wendy watched him for a moment before taking another piece of fruit and eating it hungrily.

Hook smiled, circled the table then sat down in his plush chair to watch her. "Is it good, Wendy, darling?" A nod punctuated his question and she copied. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe she only agreed because she could see the glistening hook just itching to bite into her flesh. "I'm glad." He stood again and she darted her eyes down to avoid his gaze as he moved closer to her and gently petted her hair with the flat of his hook. "I've done something for you, Miss Darling. It is time you returned the favor."

She kept perfectly still and his hook remained at the crown of her head. "You do understand what I mean, don't you, Wendy? When somebody does something nice for you, you should do something nice for them. It's only fair."

She nodded and could feel his hand twisting into her curls. Her head tipped back suddenly and he pressed the hook into flesh of her throat. "Then tell me, my sweet little Wendy, Where. Is. Peter Pan?"

First Person Sample:

[The comm clicks on and for several beats, there's a rhythmic tap, tap, tapping. Then a distinguished voice talks over the noise.]

There must be divine forces at work, to have saved me from the jaws of that beast. Though now, I wonder if the very same divine forces that plucked me from the crocodile's stomach, were the ones stupid enough to place me on the wrong ship!

[Another pause, the tapping continues.]

As delighted as I am to be alive, I would be even more so if I were returned to my proper ship. And where the devil is my HOOK!?

[The comm is silenced abruptly, as the tapping has taken a rather violent turn and though the hook has done the comm no harm, its owner has managed to kill the transmission.]

Preferred Quarters: None at all