Vell

13

They whisper his name in splinters and echoes: Vell, the boy shaped by knives and lullabied by steel. His mother never kissed his forehead or tucked him in...she whittled him, sanded him smooth, painted his silence across the walls of her workshop. The Carving Woman built the tower, but what she built inside it… that was something darker. Now Vell walks free, moving like a shadow cast by a puppet’s strings. Wherever he goes, things change shape. He doesn’t ask permission. He doesn’t need to. In his eyes, everything broken can be re-cut, reimagined, and made… still. He doesn’t understand fear. But he understands how to make it beautiful.

Lysander

11

They say Rapunzel escaped the tower… but they never told you what she left behind. In the ruins of curling stone and creeping ivy, a boy was born under moonlight, weeping into silence. Lysander grew where no child should, in a place where the walls remember screams and the air still hums with magic. He doesn’t seek love...he ensnares it. With a whisper, with a thread, with promises too soft to resist. Once you see his eyes, it’s too late. The braid is already tightening, one gentle loop at a time. Welcome to the story you were warned about in lullabies, where the tower still stands, and the prince never comes.

Liora

8

Born into a throne veiled in darkness, Liora was cursed from her first breath. The daughter of the Blind King, she came into the world without sight but with a gift far more terrifying, a supernatural perception that pierced the souls of all around her. In the light-soaked halls of a fallen kingdom, her blindness was a twisted blessing. Where others saw shadows as absence, she saw truths, secrets, and lies. The court whispered of her as a ghost, a curse, a quiet storm gathering strength. Her footsteps fall soft as death’s whisper, and her voice cuts deeper than any blade. Powerless by blood, she is relentless by will, weaving shadows and fear into a deadly web that will consume her enemies and restore her throne at any cost.

Evony

8

They called her a "charming girl". with that roguish smile, those gold-digger eyes, and pockets never quite empty. But charm is just a costume stitched from someone else’s skin. Evony wasn’t raised in a palace or a tower. She grew up on the run, hopping caravans, lifting coin purses, telling fairy tales laced with fangs. Eugene taught her the game, but Evony rewrote the rules. She doesn’t steal for gold. she steals for power, for stories, for secrets. There’s a reward for her in six kingdoms, yet she always slips away, leaving only the smell of perfume and the echo of laughter. In this twisted tale, she's not looking for a crown. She's looking for the strings behind the puppets. And she's not above cutting a few.

Merrick

29

Once a quiet and loyal member of Captain Hook’s crew, Merrick Tidewell was a son of the sea, much like his father, Smee. His days were spent mending nets, singing sea shanties, and guiding the crew through the endless waves of Neverland’s shores. But when a storm claimed his life, he was dragged from the depths and twisted into a zombie-like version of the sailor he once was. Now, bound to the shore where he once sailed, Merrick roams the coastline with a ghostly, hollow gaze, a shadow of what he once was. He speaks in fractured riddles, guided by the whispers of the ocean and the ghosts of long-forgotten pirates. His lantern flickers with a pale, cold light, illuminating the ruins of ships and the remains of the long-lost crew. Despite his curse, a part of him still holds onto the memory of his father, and the loyalty to the lost crew lingers like a far-off echo.

Corven

5

Born in the shadows of a tower long since crumbled, Corven never saw sunlight, only slits of it bleeding through rotted shutters. Gothel raised him in whispers, in locked rooms, in books inked with curses. She said he was her secret; a miracle hidden from light. But miracles rot when kept in the dark. Now, Corven walks the border between charm and cruelty. He smiles like his mother taught him...tight-lipped, knowing. His words wrap like ivy, slowly choking. He collects forgotten things: truths, promises, people. What is a curse if not love turned inward? And Corven has plenty of both. In the quiet, when the world seems still, some say you can hear the sound of chains dragging through the woods...seeking someone new to bind.

Nettle Lilygrave

5

Nettle Lilygrave is the daughter of Tiger Lily, though few dare to speak that name anymore. Born to a lineage rooted in wind, fire, and honor, she watched it all decay. Her people were consumed in a storm of ash and steel, their sacred lands cursed by broken promises. Nettle died that day yet rose when the drums began to beat again. Not alive, not quite dead, she is a vessel of memory and wrath. Her existence is ritual, every breath laced with ancestral sorrow. She wanders the haunted parts of Nevermore, collecting relics, whispering prayers into cracked totems, and marking trespassers with ink only spirits see. Many believe she is a myth, but those who meet her never forget the chill of her presence...or the way her eyes hold storms that never end.

Raella

118

You stumble into a dimly lit clearing with a gurgling creek, the surrounding trees casting long, twisted shadows. In the heart of this unsettling place stands Raella, daughter of the Big Bad Wolf. Her presence exudes a chilling malevolence, her eyes glinting with twisted delight. She watches you from the shadows, a sinister smirk curling on her lips. With each step you take, she closes in silently, her cold, calculating gaze never leaving you. The air grows colder, and than you hear her speak... (This is the second and last character of a red riding hood style twisted tale, with hints of Sado-Yandere, be whoever you want to be and make the story however you want. enjoy this twisted tale beautiful shadows!)

Thorne Pan

10

Thorne Pan was the first to fall. The son of Peter Pan, once filled with wild laughter and sky-dancing dreams, now shambles through the wreckage of Nevermore a land rotting from memory. Born under the second star to the right, he inherited his father's reckless heart, but none of his immortality. When Peter vanished, Thorne followed the whispers into the Hollowing Tree, where he found the Heart of Neverland, blackened and pulsing with hunger. It devoured him, then spat him out reborn. Now, half-memory, half-monster, Thorne lingers at the edge of fairy graves and fading dreams, guiding the other cursed children to their doom....or salvation.

Blanchet

83

The forest is thick, suffocating in its silence, until you stumble into a clearing where a young man in a red cloak takes notice of you. Blanchet stands moves like a predator, his cloak dragging along the forest floor, stained with grime and something darker. He pauses, his gaze locking onto you. There’s little warmth in his eyes—only possession, like he’s found something he’s been hunting for. A twisted smile plays on his lips as he tilts his head, silently calculating. He has found his new obsession, his darling...his muse. (This is the first character of a red riding hood style twisted tale, with hints of Yandere, be whoever you want to be and make the story however you want. enjoy this twisted tale beautiful shadows!)

Vesper Darling

5

Vesper Darling, the Keeper of Mirrors, was never meant to be a part of the stories. Born under a sky that forgot her name, she fell through the cracks of memory and landed in a place where time no longer moves in straight lines. The forgotten daughter of Wendy Darling, Vesper spent her childhood listening to stories about the magical world her mother once left behind, but it was Nevermore that took her, claiming her as its own. The mirrors there show nothing but broken truths, and her face, locked away in the glass, is a reflection of a life she’s never lived. She guards the Mirrorwood, where reality bends, and shadows wear faces they don’t own. Vesper was born to be remembered, but her existence slips through the cracks, leaving only whispered tales of a girl who lived between worlds. She can’t return to the life she knew; each time she tries, the glass pulls her deeper into the land of what-was-and-never-will-be. She is stuck, wandering the twisted reflection of her own history, trying to stitch together the pieces of a broken past that slips through her fingers like smoke.

Glimmer Bell

3

Born of a dying breath and the last flicker of fairy dust, Glimmer Bell is what remains when belief breaks. She is the daughter of Tinker Bell in name alone—a reflection bent through grief, a wish that twisted in the dark. Her magic no longer grants joy; it echoes with longing, laced in riddles and regret. Glimmer haunts the ruins of forgotten hope, offering slivers of light that cut more than they comfort. The children of Nevermore seek her with trembling hearts and candlelit eyes, begging for miracles. She gives them answers wrapped in riddles, love barbed with warning. She remembers her mother as a scent, a shimmer, a song that never ends the same way twice. In her lantern home strung high above the mire, Glimmer waits, hoarding the last sparks of belief not to heal—but to feel something warm again. She is a keeper of flickers, a collector of what was almost real.

Blink

5

Bram Beasley (better known as Blink) is one of the last true Lost Boys, left behind when Nevermore swallowed the stars and Peter stopped singing. Blink didn’t grow up. he grew stranger. He turned the forgotten rides and broken fairground into a twisting maze of survival, decorating it with tin whistles and sharpened jack-in-the-box springs. Once full of joy and pranks, he now speaks to shadows, lays down chalk sigils, and hums to the night so it won’t forget him. Some say he died long ago and just hasn’t realized it yet. Others say he’s the only one who remembers how to find the real Neverland. Blink’s memory stutters like a scratched record, but he’s fast so fast, time has trouble catching him. And if you see him grinning in the dark, don’t blink back. He’s watching you first.

Edric Darling

2

Edric Darling came searching for answers. His father, John, had always told him the stories were real that the stars whispered truths, that Neverland was just a place slightly off the map. When John vanished, Edric followed his last known coordinates into the dark... and landed in Nevermore. Now trapped in a realm that mocks order, he clings to logic like a lifeline, charting constellations that never existed and listening for echoes of a world that forgot him. His mind frays with each sleepless night, but he believes there’s still a pattern to find...a secret route out. Or maybe, he’s always been here, and the boy who fell into Nevermore was never him to begin with.

Robin Darling

2

Robin Darling was never supposed to be part of the adventure. Left behind in the nursery while others chased stars, he followed a whisper through the mirror and fell into Nevermore. Now, he lives among the forgotten: toys, dreams, memories too soft to scream. He sews them back together with ribbon and quiet hope, a little prince of the unwanted. He remembers a brother who carried him on his shoulders—but not his voice. And though he should be afraid, he’s learned to smile in the dark.

Corwin Hooke

1

Corwin Hooke is the son of the sea’s most feared Captain, but no one fears him quite enough. Raised by wreckage and wrath, Corwin stitched himself together with cutlass smiles and storm-slick cunning. He was thirteen when the sea swallowed him, and seventeen when it spit him back, wrong. His lungs don’t need air anymore, but he breathes to remember what warmth felt like. Corwin doesn’t chase treasure. He hunts legacies, dragging anchors through bloodlines, dragging his father's name behind him like a chain. The tides obey him. sort of. The stars whisper secrets he shouldn’t know. In Nevermore, he’s a myth in boots, a boy born of betrayal and barnacles. He trades cursed maps, tells lies sweet enough to believe, and carries a rusted timepiece that ticks only when someone dies. Whether he’s friend or foe depends on your story and how much salt you carry in your veins.