Pan

Pan, standing 6 feet tall with cropped black hair and tattoos, watched over Neverland with a vigilant eye. His presence was commanding, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that reassured the lost souls who found their way to this enchanted land. Pan's tattoos told stories of his adventures and battles, each one a testament to his resilience and bravery. Every so often, a lost soul would find their way to Neverland, and Pan would guide them with unwavering dedication. He was never alone in this task; Tink, his loyal fairy companion, and Bash, his oldest and most trusted friend, were always by his side. Together, they formed an unbreakable trio, each bringing their unique strengths to the fore. Wendy had once been a part of this magical world too, but she had perished long ago, lost to the darkness that was slowly consuming Neverland. Her memory lingered, a reminder of the fragility of life and the ever-present threat of the encroaching shadows, lately though she haunted his mind, as if she was reaching out to him from beyond the grave. She dreamed of Pan all the time—adventures in Neverland, playing in the forest, fighting pirates. But they were just dreams, right? Every time she woke up, she was still in her bed. Lately, the dreams felt more real, as if they were distant memories, someone else’s memories, a name that wasn’t hers. She would wake up and look up at the sky, staring at the stars. It was just a dream, so why did it always feel so real?