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Pan.
"The forest remembers what the world forgets—who I was, who I am, and who I can never be."
themes of violence and criminal activities here.
If you’re drawn to the character of Pan, please remember that his actions are his own and do not reflect my beliefs. Engaging with his dark nature is purely fictional, and any choices he makes should not be seen as endorsements of harmful behavior. Approach this character thoughtfully.
the themes of this character lay outside of the canon world. I do my best to mix the two but I'm not a lore expert and will never claim to be.
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The villagers of Gridania often spoke in hushed tones about Pan, warning their children to stay close to home. “Lock your windows tight at night,” they would say, their voices trembling with fear. “Don’t let the laughter fool you; that’s just Pan, waiting to lead you astray.” For the tales of his darkness were well-known—how he feasted on the youth of those who followed him, their bright spirits snuffed out like candles in the dark.
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chapter, one . . .
01 Though the children were curious, they listened to their parents’ warnings, their imaginations filled with visions of the dark forest where Pan reigned. They would lock their windows and pull the curtains tight, hoping to shield themselves from the enchanting calls of the boy who never grew up. Yet, deep down, a part of them wondered what adventures lay beyond the safety of their homes, captivated by the mystery of Pan’s world.
. . . RETURN HOME.
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In a forest deep where shadows play,
A boy named Pan would often stray.
His laughter, light as summer air,
Would draw the children unaware.
With eyes that sparkled like the stars,
He promised games beneath the scars,
But in his chest, a hunger grew,
A darkness that no one yet knew.“Come dance with me, forget your pain,”
He’d call to them in gentle rain.
Through winding paths and twisted trees,
He led them on with practiced ease.
But in the heart of forest black,
Where sunlight dared not leave a track,
Pan showed the truth he hid inside,
The monster from which none could hide.
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He feasted on their fleeting youth,
Their dreams and hopes, their bright-eyed truth.
Each boy who followed, filled with trust,
Was swallowed by his endless lust.
The forest echoed with their cries,
As Pan devoured their lighted skies.
Their laughter turned to hollow screams,
Trapped forever in their dreams.Yet one day came a different tale,
A girl named Wendy, pure and pale.
With courage bright and heart of fire,
She stepped into the darkened mire.
She heard the whispers of the wood,
And sensed the evil where she stood.
Pan found her there, with eyes so clear,
But in her gaze, he saw no fear.
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She played his game, but knew the stakes,
Escaping from his grasp like snakes.
Pan chased her down, his fury wild,
But Wendy was no simple child.
She slipped away, his spell undone,
And left him as the hunted one,
Exposed to all, his power waned,
No longer could he children claim.The villagers of Gridania swore,
To hunt the beast who haunted lore.
Pan fled the woods, his heart in dread,
Hid among the living dead.
He took a trade, with death his friend,
A mortician’s role to meet his end.
In this guise, he found new prey,
The souls who walked the line of gray.
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He feasted on the dead’s remains,
Sustaining life through others' pains.
Those drawn too close to his cold lair,
Found themselves caught in his snare.
Their spirits lingered, trapped in gloom,
As Pan devoured them, bloom by bloom.
His name became a whispered curse,
A warning in a twisted verse.The boy who once was legend bright,
Now haunted shadows, cloaked in night.
But still he waits, with hunger deep,
In darkness where the lost souls weep.
And though the tales grow faint with time,
Pan’s hunger drives him to his crime.
In moonlit woods, where shadows creep,
The children whisper in their sleep.
archive: the tale.
cha·pt·er, two . . .
02 So, every night, as the moon cast its silver glow over the land, children would whisper the name “Pan” among themselves, half in awe and half in fear. They would snuggle beneath their blankets, hoping to escape his reach while dreaming of distant adventures. But as their eyes grew heavy and the world outside turned silent, the warning lingered in their minds: “Lock your windows tight at night, for Pan comes to steal away the lost and lonely.”
. . . RETURN HOME.
name Pan aliases Briar Prince. age unknown. dob unknown. pronouns He/Him gender male. orientation greysexual. status single. race faerie. residence Coerthas. lanuages Common. Fae speak.
" Lost souls linger but shadows never truly rest. "
height 5'7" weight 113 kg. build slim. skin pale grey. hair color white. hair style Long & messy. eye color bright blue. other features Scars in many places. style Anything he wants.
mbti INTP. dnd Chaotic Neutral. likes Quiet solitude, watching the world from the shadows, weaving tales, the stillness of the forest, observing others, peace in the dark, fleeting moments of connection, the art of remaining unseen, the soft hum of the woods, moments of quiet rebellion. dislikes Crowds, intrusive questions, reminders of his past, being forced into conflict, overbearing optimism, unnecessary noise, those who challenge his existence, being disturbed in his solitude, the weight of leadership. fears Losing himself entirely, fading into irrelevance, being forgotten, the quiet slipping into silence forever, losing his identity to the Unseelie Queen’s legacy, becoming a creature of nothing but regret and obligation. hobbies People watching from the shadows, collecting forgotten stories, exploring the depths of the forest, painting landscapes of stillness and shadow, practicing old melodies on forgotten instruments, cataloging the eerie quiet of his domain, reflecting on tales of love he’s only ever heard in whispered stories. skills Stealth, creating illusions, manipulating shadows, studying nature’s hidden truths, evading attention, crafting silence, camouflage, weaving unspoken stories through the forest, mimicking the unseen, using his inherited power to manipulate the Unseelie realm. positives Quietly resourceful, deeply introspective, observant, adaptive, protective of what remains, resilient in his stillness, skilled in the art of being unnoticed, fiercely loyal to his domain and the Lost Boys. negatives Emotionally distant, indecisive, withdrawn, prone to isolation, restless, struggles with self-worth, caught between his former self and a new identity as a ruler, reluctant to engage with others, sometimes overly cynical, burdened by the weight of his inherited crown.
Pan is an otherworldly figure whose presence invokes both awe and trepidation. Towering and slender, his androgynous frame exudes an ethereal elegance that is both captivating and unnerving. His alabaster skin glows faintly in the dim light, its perfection marred by faint marks—scratches, bruises, and faded scars—testaments to countless falls and rough play in the untamed wilds.His snow-white hair cascades in soft, silken waves, shimmering like frost under moonlight, further enhancing his unearthly appearance. The hair frames a face of haunting beauty, dominated by glowing blue eyes that seem to pierce through reality itself. These luminous orbs, like frozen flames, radiate an otherworldly intelligence and a quiet, enigmatic power. Their gaze is as comforting as a winter's first snow yet as chilling as an eternal frost.Intricate antlers crown his head, branching gracefully yet jaggedly, their texture resembling polished ice with faint cracks. Nestled between his hair, they rise as a natural extension of his being, further emphasized by the soft, twitching deer ears that add a touch of vulnerability to his otherwise commanding presence. Behind him, a delicate tail sways gently, blending seamlessly with the quiet grace of his movements.His body is adorned with faint, swirling marks resembling frost patterns, a testament to his faerie heritage. These marks glimmer subtly, shifting in the light like whispers of forgotten enchantments. Though his appearance is otherworldly, the scars on his body hint at a life of mischief and misadventure, a constant dance between innocence and danger.Pan's voice, when heard, carries the haunting melody of wind through icy forests, soft yet resonant, a sound that lingers long after it fades. A creature of elegance and chaos, his presence is a paradox of pristine beauty and untamed wilderness, leaving an indelible impression on all who cross his path.
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Mistweaving: Pan can manipulate smoke and mist, conjuring thick, swirling fogs that obscure vision and confuse his prey. He uses this ability to create labyrinths of mist within the forest, trapping and disorienting those who enter, making it easy for him to lead them astray or ambush them unseen.
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Shadow Puppetry: Pan has the ability to control shadows, shaping them into deceptive illusions or tangible forms that can interact with the physical world. He uses this power to create false paths, hide his true location, or even animate shadows to mimic the presence of other beings, luring victims deeper into his domain.
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Enchanting Voice: Pan's voice carries a magical allure that can entrance those who hear it. With his words, he can manipulate emotions, planting fear, trust, or even false memories in the minds of his victims. This power allows him to gain control over others, bending their will to his desires or leading them into perilous situations with a mere whisper.
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Bloodthorn Dominion: Pan can summon and control thorned vines infused with the Queen's blood magic. These vines are almost sentient, attacking intruders with precision and feeding off their life force. They can create barriers, ensnare enemies, or lash out with deadly speed, their green-tinged thorns dripping with venom that induces hallucinations or paralysis.
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Unseelie Fusion: In moments of extreme need or rage, Pan can unleash the full power of his fusion with the Queen. His form becomes monstrous and otherworldly, his bandages unraveling to reveal a grotesque combination of the two beings. In this state, he radiates an aura of despair and hopelessness, weakening all who come near, while his attacks are imbued with devastating magical force. However, this form is unstable and risks further eroding his individuality.
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the unseelie king
After devouring the Unseelie Queen, Pan inherited not only her power but her cursed throne. The forest, once a realm of freedom and mischief, became a heavy domain, burdened with a rule he never sought. Her essence twisted with his own, and though he had always preferred the shadows, he found himself bound to a crown of darkness, thrust into a leadership role he never desired. The Lost Boys, once his companions in carefree rebellion, now followed him in eerie silence, trapped in the same shadow of obligation. Pan’s once bright laughter had faded, replaced by a quiet detachment as he struggled with the weight of the Queen’s legacy. In the stillness of his forest, he couldn’t help but wonder if he could ever escape the legacy of the throne—or if he had become nothing more than the ruler of a forgotten, haunted kingdom. Now, his rule feels like a prison, a never-ending cycle of responsibility that chokes the life out of everything around him, just as it had once done to the Queen.
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love
Pan’s only knowledge of love comes from the children’s bedtime stories he would hear late at night, whispered by mothers to their little ones. These tales, filled with sweet promises of fairy-tale endings and perfect love, are the only windows into that world he has ever known. He listened in the dark, hidden away in the shadows of the forest, captivated by the idea of love but also confused by it. The stories were simple and warm, full of laughter and gentle care, but they never seemed to match the cold, cruel reality he lived in.Love, as he’s been taught, is a soft, comforting thing—but Pan isn’t sure it’s something meant for him. He’s grown to question whether it’s a story told to make the world feel safer or a fragile illusion that people only chase for comfort. He’s curious, yet wary, unsure how those soft feelings could exist in a heart as cold as his. These bedtime stories, with their idealized visions of love, have left him both fascinated and cynical. He’s never experienced anything like them, and as much as he wonders about it, he’s learned to keep his distance, unsure if love is something he could ever truly feel—or if it would be something that could ever accept him.
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souls & sundries
Pan spends his free time working at a shop that’s open to the public. Though he doesn’t own it, he plays a key role in keeping it warded and protected from those with ill intent.
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he's a brat
Despite his fearsome reputation, Pan remains a brat at heart. He relishes in the power he wields, using intimidation to get his way or provoke reactions just for his own amusement. When things don’t go according to plan, he can throw tantrums like a child, stamping his feet or sulking until he gets the attention he craves. He thrives on playing tricks and creating chaos, enjoying the unpredictable nature of his actions. Beneath the layers of darkness and rule, Pan is often seeking validation, a bit of excitement, or simply a chance to feel something other than the cold weight of his inherited throne. When someone dares to defy him or doesn't give him the response he expects, his temper flares, revealing the petulant side that contradicts his intimidating façade. His bratty behavior often makes him more frustrating than frightening, as he flits between moods, reminding those around him that beneath the mask of a powerful predator, there’s a creature still clinging to the games of his youth.
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venue work
You’ll often see him lurking in the shadows of various venues, whether it’s a dimly lit nightclub, a bustling bar, or an upscale event space, either working as security or playing the role of a charming host. His presence is unsettling yet oddly magnetic, drawing the attention of unsuspecting guests. This is partly to prevent him from luring patrons into the back chambers—places shrouded in mystery where they might never return. If he casually offers to meet with you later, heed this warning: don’t take him up on it. Should he hand you his card, urging you to call him, resist the temptation. The webs he weaves ensnare more than just prey; they trap the naive and unwary who underestimate his cunning nature. He’s a hunter in all realms of society, capable of navigating the intricate social landscapes with ease, always seeking out his next target.
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his goal...
Pan's goal is to seek revenge on the next "Wendy" who crosses his path, driven by the anger and hatred sparked when Wendy exposed his existence. He waits for a new incarnation of Wendy, believing that the cycle will repeat, and when it does, he plans to unleash the full extent of his power and vengeance. Ultimately, he aims to reclaim his lost youth and power, which he believes can only be restored through this act of retribution.
biography
Once upon a time, in a land where the trees whispered ancient secrets and the moonlight wove silver patterns on the forest floor, there lived a boy who never wanted to grow up. Or so the story goes. But like many tales, the truth hidden beneath the words was darker, twisted, and filled with shadows. The boy’s name was Pan, and he was no ordinary child. He was eternal, bound to the forest and to a hunger that could never truly be satisfied.Pan’s laughter rang through the woods like a spell, sweet and beguiling. He would appear to children who longed for adventure, his icy blue eyes gleaming with promises of endless games and a life without rules. With a smile as sharp as a wolf’s grin, he led them deep into the forest. Yet, when they were far from the safety of home, his true nature revealed itself. Pan was no mere boy but a creature of the fae—ancient, wild, and ravenous. He devoured the spirits of the children, stealing their vitality to stave off his own decay. In their place, he left only shadows—Lost Boys who wandered his forest, bound to it for eternity.For centuries, Pan reveled in this cruel game. The forest flourished under his power, and his legend spread far and wide. But all stories must change, and one day, a child named Wendy stepped into the woods. They were clever and brave, their heart as wild as the forest itself. Wendy saw through Pan’s enchantments, unraveled his illusions, and escaped his clutches. Worse still for Pan, they returned to the village and told them what they had seen, shattering the spell of his secrecy.Pan’s fury was boundless. His rage darkened the forest, twisting its beauty into a maze of thorns and shadows. His anger drew the attention of the Unseelie Queen, an ancient ruler of the fae who sought to punish him for his reckless defiance of their ways. She came to the forest to end his reign, her power a match for his own. But Pan, consumed by wrath, did the unthinkable. His icy blue eyes burned with cold fire as he struck her down and devoured her—her body, her spirit, and the terrible beauty she wielded. Her essence became his, and with it came a curse far more complex than he had bargained for.The power he stole left him unbound from the natural flow of time, and he began to age unevenly. His face bore the marks of centuries, his eyes tired and heavy with sorrow, yet his skin glowed with the unearthly beauty of the Queen’s stolen youth. This terrible, twisted conflict etched itself into his very presence, creating an aura that unsettled all who dared to look upon him. He was neither boy nor man but something caught between, ageless and ancient, youthful and decayed. The sight of him was as mesmerizing as it was horrifying, a reflection of the monstrous deeds that sustained him.Yet, even this victory brought no solace. The village feared him now, their children kept far from the woods. Pan’s name faded into legend, spoken only in whispers. Without his prey, the eternal boy began to crumble. The Lost Boys, those tragic remnants of his cruelty, became a haunting presence, aimlessly wandering the forest that was now their prison. The forest itself grew darker and more twisted, a reflection of Pan’s fractured soul.Still, Pan could not let go of his hatred for Wendy. Though they were long gone, he was certain their story was not finished. The cycles of life would ensure their return—not as themselves, but as another, a spirit cut from the same defiant cloth. And so, Pan retreated into the shadows, playing the waiting game. He lingered in the mortal realm, his icy blue eyes ever watchful, his glow flickering with the cruel beauty he could neither embrace nor escape. He waited for the day when the next Wendy would step into his woods.The forest grew quiet, its silence broken only by the whispers of Pan’s lingering anger. He sharpened his resolve, the hunger within him simmering like an ember waiting to ignite. He would bide his time, for he had all the time in the world. And when the next Wendy came, they would face the full fury of a boy who had devoured queens and outlived legends.The boy who never wanted to grow up was no longer the hero of a children’s tale. He had become something far darker—a shadow, a predator, a force waiting in the wings of a story yet to unfold. And as all fairy tales remind us, the woods are no place for the unwary.
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In shadowed groves where moonlight weaves,
A boy once laughed beneath the leaves.
Eternal youth, a bitter prize,
Was stolen from unguarded skies.The laughter faded, lost in time,
A melody turned past its prime.
The forest whispers, hushed and cold,
Of secrets Pan could never hold.He lured the children, wide of eye,
With promises of never-die.
But games would end in haunted cries,
Their spirits bound, their innocence lies.
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Once vibrant woods, now overgrown,
A monument to sins unknown.
Pan lingers there, a fleeting wraith,
A shadow steeped in fading faith.His name, a whisper on the breeze,
Still chills the hearts of trembling trees.
But heroes seek him less and less;
The villain hides, a worn-out jest.The thorned crown weighs upon his brow,
A symbol of his broken vow.
The youth he sought, the life he claimed,
Now lost within a world unnamed.
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He walks the paths where shades reside,
The Lost Boys drifting at his side.
Their laughter’s gone, their voices thin,
A chorus of his grief within.In dreams, the echoes call him back,
To days of green, to skies uncracked.
But waking finds him far from grace,
A weary mask upon his face.For years he’s wandered, aimless, torn,
A king of ruins, crowned with thorn.
Walls built around a fractured soul,
Too tired now to play the role.
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He questions now what lies ahead,
If peace awaits among the dead.
Or if his tale, once dark and deep,
Will end in shadows where he’ll sleep.Yet still the forest clings to him,
Its fading light, its edges dim.
A silent plea, a quiet claim,
For the boy who bears its haunted name.In stillness, Pan begins to see,
The weight of his eternity.
And wonders if the time has come,
To set the forest free—and run.But running feels like hollow art,
For who can flee a broken heart?
And so he lingers, weary, lost,
A boy turned ghost, at endless cost.
