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Character Information ;

Name: Peter Burke
Name of Canon: White Collar
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: CR AU, from babylonwood
Reference: have a wiki
Canon Point: He came to the Wood at the tail end of episode 2.09, Point Blank, shortly before bursting in on Neal and Alex chatting it up. Then he spent almost a year at Babylon Wood.

Setting:

Peter’s world is… Our own. Really! There’s nothing supernatural or magical or weird about it. Or at least nothing too weird – they do live and work in New York City, and if you happen down Greenwich Village way or over to Williamsburg, you’re gonna be knee deep in hipsters and that’s weird enough for Peter’s life, thank you. He works as head of the White Collar Division for the FBI’s New York office, wherein he investigates – duh – white collar crimes with his team. Forgeries, embezzlement, corporate espionage, smuggling, high end larceny, scams of all flavors – that sort of thing. As for that team, there’s the general one, which includes all the agents who work in the WC Division who are divvied up to various cases. Then Peter’s own team, which includes such mainstays as: Clinton Jones, his right hand man; Diana Barrigan, his probie turned epic badass; Reese Hughes, his super awesome boss; Sara Ellis, a freelancing insurance investigator; and Neal Caffrey.

Neal Caffrey is flawless the whole catalyst that turns Peter’s world from ordinary to extraordinary in an entirely heterosexual way. Neal’s basically the best young mind in the world of crime today, a forger par excellence and con man extraordinaire; he was also Peter’s biggest arrest. But now he’s out (on a work release with a trendy little tracking anklet) and helping the division by lending them an inside criminal opinion and his various expertise. How did he land such a gig, you might ask?

Well – as most of these stories usually go – it started with a girl. And – as most of these stories usually don’t go – it ends (sort of) with an eighteenth century Russian music box with a secret tune leading the way to a Nazi treasure sub, with murder and intrigue and zany shenanigans along the way. But as far as Peter’s gotten, he’s only halfway along the adventure with the box still in play and no Nazis in view yet.

Because right along then is when both Peter and Neal slipped between the cracks and fell into the Babylon Wood. And you know how I said that Peter’s world wasn’t supernatural or magic or weird? Yeah, the Wood is all of those things. In spades. See, back in the day, the Wood was a nexus of sorts, pulling people out of their own personal stories at a forking of the road and giving them the opportunity to change and go home for a try at a better ending. Course, some went the other path and the tale took a turn for the worse, but. It happens. But then the way to the Wood was broken, and for a hundred years there were no new stories, and for the ones stuck in the Wood – their own stories stagnated and warped. And then suddenly people started showing up again, pulled from their own worlds and promptly ditched into a magical forest that wasn’t much of anything Walt Disney would have imagined. Maybe if he was on acid. The Wood was pretty much chock full of monsters and fae of various temperaments, but had very little in the way of basic survival necessities. For the most part – bad things happened. Very bad things.

Speaking of fae. Two of the most prominent players by the time everyone showed up showed up were Kitsune, the Fox of Flowers, and Tempest, the Princess of Storms - powerful fae who had a long history together and were entirely at odds with each other. Neither was above using the new blood as pawns in a much bigger game. Both were pretty bonkers, but Tempest slightly less so and much more adept at hiding it. So when Neal ended up dying before Peter’s eyes, Tempest was the one he went to in order to bring him back. Turns out she lacked the juice and he got redirected to the Queen of the Underwood, but not before Peter swore fealty to the Princess as a knight of her court in order to protect Neal and the rest of his adopted family after he traded his life for Neal’s. …Course, things didn’t go exactly as planned and he ended up surviving to face a pretty damned big tab for his actions. Also a very pissed Neal. Who as it turns out can throw a decent punch.

Cue another player on the board: the Earthquake God, another fae who apparently was stalker-y obsessed with Tempest and decided to kidnap a bunch of people in order to get her attention. Peter was called up by Tempest to head one of the bands set out to bring them back (especially since Neal had of course been one of those to get snatched up because he always gets tangled up in these things). And it’s just as he’s saddling up that he gets abducted. Again. Goddammit.


Personality:

When you get right down to it, Peter's a simple man. He enjoys the little things in life - kicking his feet up on the coffee table with a cold beer, snuggling with his girl, filling out the daily crossword, playing a game of basketball, or just watching the game on his big ol' television at home. He's worked pretty damn hard to be where he is now, and he's happy to continue working hard to keep it because that's simply how it goes in the world. Could he have done other things with his life? Sure. He's got the brains, the skills, and the technical know-how - right out of college he had several lucrative offers from Fortune 500 companies, and in the years since working with the FBI, he's only expanded on that skill set (in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he continued to get job offers in the private sector right up to present day in canon). And yeah, sometimes he thinks it'd be nice to have the fancy mansion and the expensive suits, but... He has absolutely no regrets. He likes the man he is, and knows that he is the way he is because of the choices he's made, and because of the people he's known and surrounded himself with.

Now, Peter may act like a simple, salt of the earth kind of guy, but don't let that fool you for a minute. The guy's got a damned fine intellect buzzing up in that head of his. It's not something that came naturally for him - he had to study and scrape for every bit of knowledge he's gotten, and it's all paid off quite well, thank you very much. He's not only got his mathlete-accounting skills, but he's also well-versed in world history, cars, famous and obscure quotes, Latin, religion, art history as well as art itself, wines (though he much prefers beer), folklore, criminology, economics, psychological profiling, fashion (ask him what he knows about Prada sometimes), forensics, firearms, sports, technology - seriously, the list goes on and on. He doesn't go around flaunting this knowledge (thus surprising strangers and friends alike when he does whips that brain out), and in fact does quite the opposite. He downplays his know-how, only pulling it out when it's necessary for the work at hand. Sometimes, he will even go so far as to play dumb - thus lulling people into slipping up around "a bumbling FBI agent". Peter also has an innate insight into people and situations, able to read intentions and predict outcomes, as well as a hunger for puzzle-solving that simply makes him unable to stop until he figures out whatever he's decided to put his mind to. Combine all of this with a keen tactical mind and a natural head for strategy, and you've got a pretty sharp tack.

However, all that intelligence? Makes Peter insanely sensitive to mistakes. He simply cannot stand it when stupid or easily preventable screw-ups muck up his plans and when they do? He has a bad tendency to start snapping at people who may not exactly be to blame, and to overreact over not only the stupid mistakes, but things that aren't really anyone's fault. This isn't to say that he thinks himself incapable of such mistakes, far from it. The amount of ass-kicking Peter tends to do when things don't go according to plan is nothing compared to how hard he kicks himself - he should have planned better, covered more angles, or figured it out faster. He also can't stand people who act above others for whatever reason - you have to prove to him you're worth that extra step (and it'd better be some pretty spectacular proof) for him to give you the exalted respect you think you deserve. Otherwise he'll just write you off as a pompous jackass and be all the smugger when he gets the chance to smack you down. But once you get in his good book, you're there forever. Or until you do something incredibly, amazingly stupid to fuck it up (for example, Neal is still in that book despite the crap he's pulled - and the list of that crap is effing long).

Now, moving on to his job. Peter is an agent through and through - he loves working for the Bureau, and can't imagine being anywhere else, even when the hours suck and the cases get dangerous. He believes in the system, but still acknowledges its various flaws, and tries to go as close to the book as he can (or at least stick to the lighter gray areas when he absolutely has to - Neal's been a horrible influence on him like that). Here, he can see that he's making a difference every single day he comes into the office while being challenged with new and exciting problems. He also loves figuring the crime and the criminals out, but not nearly as much as he loves bringing the bad guys in. He's a natural leader in the office and in the field, and it shows in the absolute dedication and loyalty his team displays toward him. It's not simply because he's brilliant and knows how to use that brilliance, though that's certainly no small part of it. In fact, Peter has one hell of a reputation around the Bureau despite his continued effort to stay out of the papers and the spotlight, and there's usually a sizeable stack of transfer requests of agents who want to work with his team - filled out by rookies and veterans alike. No, the real reason why Peter inspires such devotion in his team is that he cares about them. He never asks anyone to do something he himself wouldn't, he does his best to protect each of them and keep them out of harm's way, and he takes full responsibility (and blame) for whatever they end up doing - they're his people, his family, and nobody's going to hurt them as long as he's able to do something about it.

Of course, there's a downside to all of this - Peter doesn't exactly make all that many friends. It's a combination of a number of factors: a natural awkwardness that was only exacerbated by being too busy in school to really have time for deep, lasting friendship; his far-above-par intelligence which just separates him from people not on his level; and his inherent agent-ness. He's one of the best there is at his job, but he simply can't turn off the agent in him so his subordinates remain just that no matter how much he treats them as equals. Sure he'll go the gym with a few people now and again, and there's a semi-regular pickup game of basketball, but he never gets invited out for drinks after work. He never gets invited over for barbecues or to watch the game. Because on and off the clock, he's still The Boss. He doesn't mind this per se - he managed to get Elizabeth, though even he doesn't get why she still puts up with him. But whatever, it's enough for him.

In fact, it's safe to say that Neal is basically the only real friend he's ever had. Sure, Caffrey started off as just being a name in a file that Burke got assigned, but he ended up spending three years just getting into his head in order to catch him. In that time, Peter gained an immeasurable amount of respect and no small amount of awe for him, if only for Neal's sheer genius and raw talent. He's literally the smartest person Peter's ever met (even Elizabeth pales in comparison and she's more than smart enough to keep up with her husband), and the fact it all seems to come to Neal so easily yet he doesn't act like an insufferable jackass? Leaves Peter staggering. He's ridiculously proud of himself for just being able to match wits with the guy, and even more so that he was the only one able to bring him in and make the charges stick. And it doesn't hurt any that Neal's just so damn charming and funny on top of everything else. Of course, through all this, Neal spent just as much time reading up on and figuring out Peter as Peter did on Neal, so by the time the trial was over and Neal was shipped off to supermax, they were able to part with a generally amicable handshake and Neal still sent him birthday cards. They only got closer after Neal proposed their deal, because then the niggling frustration of all Neal's ridiculous potential being wasted as a criminal or in prison came to the fore. Now, after everything they've been through together, they've grown to be one part brothers, one part best friends, and one part old married couple.

(However, it's something to note here that while they may be friends, Peter never thinks of himself on the same plane as Neal and considers himself incredibly lucky that Neal even counts him as a friend. He always sees the younger man as being a step ahead deductively, a level above him intellectually, and it shows in the subtle compliments he pays Neal. For instance, in Home Invasion, while investigating the crime scene Neal tells Peter to "walk [him] through it, Sherlock". Later in the episode, Peter is cajoling Neal through dealing with an annoying millionaire and he calls him "Moriarty" - the only person to best Holmes. Peter also gets ridiculously pleased when Neal compliments him - as can be seen in the smile he gets when Neal says he's impressed Peter does the crossword in pen [Need to Know]. It's not that he sees himself as a dumb schmuck or anything like that, of course - he knows he's pretty damn smart - he just feels like he doesn't hold much of a candle to Neal's intelligence and would probably say that the only reason he managed to catch him in the first place? Is by spending three years learning how to think like Neal. Peter is just so used to Caffrey being capable and knowledgeable about so many things that it comes as a legit surprise when proven otherwise [Prisoner's Dilemma]. ...This also tends to backfire sometimes as it leads Peter to believe Neal can always bounce back and be okay and have a good handle on the situation when the going gets rough, thus leading him to leave Neal on his own when it'd probably be a lot smarter to keep him close at hand - the entirety of Point Blank showcases this rather spectacularly.)

The fact that Peter was able to get such a notorious felon out for this deal, especially right after said felon made the Department of Corrections look like a collection of dumb schmucks, shows that he has enough trust in Neal to vouch for him several times over. He's literally put his job on the line - multiple times - to back Neal's plays, and he's taken a hell of a lot of political shrapnel when those plays hit a snag. Why does he do it? Because he wants to trust Neal so damn badly. He tries to keep him on the straight and narrow, to get him to see that this new life is the best shot he's got at actual happiness while staying on the right side of the law and still being able to use all the myriad skills he's learned over the years, even though time and again he goes and falls (no, that's not the right word for it - dives headfirst) off the wagon and right back into his old life. Peter does his absolute best to do what's right by Neal, and if he said it didn't hurt every time Neal goes and treats him like nothing more than a common mark - using him and the FBI or trying to go around him - he'd be lying. Yet every time Neal goes and does something incredibly stupid or illegal, you barely have to blink before Peter runs after him, not only helping as much as he can but bringing to bear all the considerable resources he has access to. Peter wishes Neal would see that he can trust him, if only so that Neal would tell him things before they end up exploding in both their faces - like real partners should do.

All of this just makes Neal's fanatical obsession with Kate all the more infuriating for him. Peter simply cannot fathom how Neal - who's just so damned smart - can get so amazingly stupid and tunnel-visioned when it comes to her. As far as Peter sees it, she doesn't give a damn about Neal and is just out to use him to get to his hidden stash of art and money and whatever else he has squirreled away somewhere. The fact that this is so obvious, that she abuses the utter and complete trust Neal puts in her and apparently does nothing to earn it but twist his heart around? Just. Ugh. Unfortunately, as much as he'd like to believe otherwise, Peter has sullenly accepted that whenever Kate enters the equation, no matter how tangentially, Neal will always, always, always pick her over him no matter what Peter does to prove himself as a real friend. The only thing he can do (and has tried to do on multiple occasions with almost no success) is keep Neal as far away from anything Kate-related as possible to remove the temptation to screw over his chance for a better life. He'd like to believe what Neal said while drugged in Vital Signs - that deep down, on some level, Neal knows Kate isn't any good for him, and that he really does trust Peter but... Yeah. He's dealt with Neal for so long, he doesn't really believe it. Sigh.

And now, ever since Neal went ahead for the box and nearly got himself blown up (all for Kate, of course), Peter's concern and drive to keep Neal safe have gone through the roof. He's done his best to keep Neal distracted with interesting cases that he picks out especially for him (canon has shown he literally pans the caseload, skipping past relatively boring copyright infringements and mortgage frauds to find the extraordinary ones that'll really push Neal's talents) and to try and get him to move on with his life. He knows the people behind Mentor are still after the music box and the code hidden within it, and that Neal is a definite loose end to these people. He's also damnably aware of how very badly Neal wants to get these bastards, and so he's (again) trying to keep him as far away from the investigation as possible (and having just about the same amount of success with it - i.e.: none). This whole nasty business forced Peter to keep a lot of things from Neal, not to mention going around the Bureau since it's OPR people who look to be responsible, and he absolutely hates it. The good guys aren't supposed to have to slink around under the radar and he shouldn't have to lie to his partner, but he knows that Neal is way, way, way too invested to this whole nastiness to think clearly (with good reason, of course, but that doesn't change anything), and that this is the only way to get this done right.

Still, when Neal confronts him with what he's been holding back? Peter chooses to preserve the trust Neal apparently has in him and lays almost every one of his cards out on the table even though he knows Neal might not be able to handle it (spoiler alert: he's not). He's deeply shaken by what happened at the Russian Heritage Museum, and how badly Neal broke down there because really? All the trauma and bullshit aside? He thought Neal was dealing with it so much better. Hell, Peter blames himself for not prepping Neal better, for not seeing how badly he was taking everything, for not supporting him enough through all the crap that's been thrown his way, and for not being able to stop it all before Neal went totally batshit. So that drive to keep Neal safe? Yeah, this whole complex of guilt is making it increase exponentially. But there's some bright side to take away from all this, or at least a relatively brighter side. All this? Has taught Peter that he needs to hammer at Neal even harder to get him to open up about things because if Neal keeps going the way the he's going? He won't end up back in prison. He'll get sent to the loony bin.

Finally, there's Peter's wife, Elizabeth. They've been together twelve years, and Peter knows this is due more to her being incredibly understanding and patient rather than anything he's gone and done. She gets him on every single level, complements him intellectually, and knows him better than he knows Neal (which is saying a whole hell of a lot). Even after ten years of marriage, they're still amazingly happy with each other, often having lunch together (either at home or around Manhattan), calling each other constantly, arranging "date nights" with each other, using Skype when Peter's forced to be away by the job… You get the picture. Peter even takes his wedding ring and a framed picture of El with him when he goes undercover, never minding the fact that it could blow his cover and screw up the entire operation. It's simply not enough to say that Peter adores El because there are just no words that could accurately describe just how strongly he feels about her. He doesn't sleep at all well when she's not there, and just slowly frays the longer they're apart. She's his rock, and he's all too aware of how very, very, very lucky he is to have her as he doesn't come close to deserving her.

Just looking at Peter and El's relationship says volumes on how totally inept Peter is when it comes to women in general. He started off by stalking her using a spare FBI surveillance team (she still has the photos), and when he's not sure what to get her for a birthday/anniversary, he pulls her credit card bills and eBay receipts (okay, he's a bit of a stalker-chan, no one's denying that); on one occasion where she learned that he'd had to flirt with a receptionist during the course of an investigation, she began laughing hysterically. Yeah, Peter is an abysmal failure at flirting and general interaction with women (unless he's established them as being a colleague or a part of his team) - it's an extension of the social awkward from school that never really went away. The only way he can fail more is if they start crying on him. He literally squirms and flails until he manages to find a way to get the hell out of there. The same ineptitude applies to kids, which is why he often has Neal run interference for him whenever they have to deal with them. It's not that he dislikes children (in fact, he's shown to have a heck of a soft spot for them), he just.... Fails at them.

Now. Since coming to and living in the Wood for a year, there have been some… Changes, and some realizations that Peter’s come to.

First is that he can’t really exist without Elizabeth. He went without her for almost eight months before she arrived in the game, and before this point, he’d only really been separated from her for a few weeks at the most while she was off dealing with business in California. Without her, he was a spring that was just wound tighter and tighter and tighter, and it’s a wonder he didn’t snap. He could barely sleep by himself, and his friendship with Neal reached near codependent levels because he was that lonely. His patience suffered and his temper flared, and pretty much everyone noticed a mellowing out after El arrived. However, after they were reunited, he was reassured that no matter what happened or where they were, they’d get back to each other eventually. So being without her again will… Not be easy, no, but he’ll be able to deal with it slightly better.

Secondly: Neal. Very early into his stay in the Wood, Peter was confronted with the fact that Caffrey wasn’t just his responsibility, or even his partner. The White Eyes, an agent of Kitsune, stated it plainly – Neal’s his brother, and he’d go through anything for him. This was made even more clear when Neal was killed in front of him. Seeing that, and being powerless to stop it (seeing as he was kind of close to dying at the moment himself) broke Peter in a rather spectacular way and he became doggedly single-minded about finding a way to bring him back. He basically went to the point of being entirely okay with trading his own life for Neal’s. After something like that… Yeah. The strain of that realization and the repairs they had to make after Peter’s little sabbatical from reason just made the bond stronger. It also left him feeling even more protective of the pompadour sporting idiot.

This protectiveness – which was now less mother hen and more growling Doberman – was spread to everyone that stuck around Peter long enough. By the time he’s taken from the Wood, he’d collected his own little family, including a fair amount of children (both youngsters and those who’d never actually grown up) that he’d felt needed someone to look out for them. Here, danger wasn’t some criminal lurking and waiting to get back at him, it was a rabid, drooling monster waiting outside the gate in the forest. Speaking of that danger. He’s become much more wary and aware. When a monster attack can happen with little enough warning, you get used to being in alarm mode every waking moment and it’s going to take a while for him to chill out from that, if he ever does.

Another consequence of that danger is that Peter’s become a bit more ruthless. True, he was trained as an FBI agent and he was no stranger to firing his weapon, but the fact is that he works white collar crimes, and there’s not much call for shooting to kill against embezzlers and counterfeiters. It’s more than likely that before the Wood, Peter had never actually killed anyone or anything aside from household pests and bugs. But since… He’s beaten off demons with nothing more than a stout stick, been mauled by skinwalkers, slain monsters with lead and steel, and killed someone by not being careful enough in his dealings with fae. He’s nearly died himself. It’s hardened him, and made him all the quicker to act before his people can get hurt. Besides, after what he and others have gone through at the hands of the fae, killing that white eyed bastard or his keeper, Kitsune, doesn’t sound that much like murder. It sounds a whole lot more like ‘it’s been too long coming’.

Then there’s that deal with Tempest. As stated earlier, he made it during a very dark point – he was ready to die, expected as much, and as such did not read the fine print since he was pretty sure he’d be dead by tomorrow. After realizing that a) he’d screwed up and wasn’t going to die and b) the deal had gone through and Neal was all right and alive again, it really hit him that he’d basically gone and sold his soul (talking with a person from Supernatural canon directly after this didn’t help this much, but still). Being raised Catholic and slowly finding out how far the changes went, Peter’s had some long hard thinks about what the hell he is now, and if he’s actually human anymore. Others have convinced him he is and he really wants to think so, but. He worries about it. A lot.

He’s also pretty worried about what will actually happen should he manage to find his way home. Will he remember everything? Would he want to remember everything? Would life just go back to normal, and would he? It’s all very existential, yet very, very real concerns to have.


Abilities:

BADASS NORMAL ;

As an FBI agent, Peter’s been trained in criminal procedure, basic hand to hand, and firearm proficiency. He’s shown to be a damned good shot with handguns and shotguns. He’s also got a ridiculous amount of knowledge on practically any subject that can come up (as gone over in that bit of personality up there), and insane deductive skills. Growing up around horse breeders, he has practical knowledge of horses, including racing, riding, and general care. He also knows conversational Latin. I really do not even.

After spending a year in the Wood, he’s also learned how to hunt and skin animals, chop wood, and the basics of non-power-tool construction. Essentially, he now knows how to live in the woods without access to an RV.

There’s also that CPA certification – yes, all that and he can handle your taxes too!

FAERIE KNIGHT ;

Following his deal with Tempest, Peter upped his badass factor at a cost of his normal. As a sworn Knight of the Court of the Princess of Storms, he’s now got a bit of fae in him and as such – gets a fair boosting all around.

Whereas before he was strong for a normal guy his age who worked out regularly, he’s now strong enough for about three beefy bouncer grade guys. His senses are likewise enhanced, and he now has a bonus one. It’s a sort of magic-awareness, an ability to sense power, whether it’s present in other people, nearby monsters/fae, magical currents, or in weather patterns. Also, as a patron of Tempest’s court in particular, he’s a partial immunity to weather – he’ll remain comfortable from a range of 20 to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and any rain short of a tropical storm won’t bother him. Finally, he’s been gifted an accelerated healing factor – nothing Wolverine-grade, just enough to keep him on his feet and get back there quick enough. Bruises last a day or three, broken bones a week or two tops.

There’s also the matter of Fowler who… Is his steed. And by ‘steed’, I mean ‘mechanical saber tooth tiger the size of an Hummer 2. It was part of the package deal, okay, shut up. Fowler follows Peter's commands like a really overenthusiastic puppy and can run decently fast. There’s also the magic sword part of things, and Peter’s since learned a fair amount of swordsmanship – more enough to keep the sharp ends in the enemy and not himself. And a reference link for the whole knighthood bit.

Weaknesses:

While still being faeried up, he’s still mostly human so. Stab him, beat him, toss him out an airlock and he’ll kick it.

Limitations:

Well, for starters he won’t have Fowler or his sword. Those are right out.

His magic-sense will also be considerably dulled seeing as it’s very much attuned to the magic patterns of the Wood. That’ll be tamped down to just being able to vaguely sense if a person has some sort of supernatural/general magical power to them and the ballpark level of it without any specifics. Physically/genetically enhanced peoples (the mechs, the Spartans, the mutants, etc) will be no-go at all. Weather sense is also going to be pulled down to small inklings as the station doesn’t have natural weather as much as automated showers and random snows, and again – he’s out of the Wood.


Inventory:

- dark blue jacket, medieval-esque style
- light blue shirt, medieval-esque style
- pants, brown leather for riding, medieval-esque style
- wool socks
- dark brown leather booths, medieval-esque style
- two saddlebags, leather (contents: dried meat, dried fruits, hardtack biscuits, two canteens of water)
- one gold wedding band
- one watch (broken), worn black leather strap, white face
- one Sig Sauer P229, empty
- one shoulder holster, worn black leather
- one wallet, worn black leather (contents: New York driver's license, very worn picture of himself and his wife)
- FBI badge and ID

Appearance: Peter is tall, standing at 6’2.5”, with a pretty normally proportioned body to match that height. Nondescript brown hair and eyes to go with a square jaw, a firm chin, and a mouth that lends easily to smiling, but just as easily to stern paternalism. He has managed more than a handful of scars – minor ones on his forearms mostly, but with a much more severe one on his lower back, right side, where he was shot. No piercings, but he has gotten a tattoo as symbol of his deal with Tempest and the new status that followed it. It’s a small one behind his left ear – think a yin-yang, but with three sections instead of two, done in blue, green, and yellow.

Basically - this guy.
Age: Tim DeKay is around 50, but. Fudging it and saying that Peter’s around 40. Ish.

OC/AU Justification ;

If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?

Peter’s spent a year roughing it in a magical fairy wood full of intrigue and politics and – of course – magic. He’s had to learn how to be a leader all over again, wrangling with much more varied and headstrong personalities than ever passed through Quantico through way more tribulations than Job could shake a stick at. All these difficulties have hardened him, sharpened him. He’s gotten used to being in a constant state of vigilance against monster attacks and rogue faeries with their fits of pique.

He’s also gotten used to concepts he’d thought impossible: monsters, literal mind games, zombies, demons, fae, talking animals, mechanical steampunk wonders, and magic. And that was just what came as part and parcel with the setting. Through interactions with other characters, he’s learned about vampires, genetically altered super soldiers, the just plain genetically altered, wizards, programs, demon hunters, and people he’d just thought popped out of some Hollywood writer’s head. Hell, he’s met Buffy Summers, for god’s sake – and then proceeded to get sword lessons from her.

But more than all that, Peter’s discovered depths of character he didn’t know he had. More protective and more ruthless, angrier and more patient, more enduring and more fragile – for better or worse, he’d like to think that he’s come out of the Babylon Wood a stronger person than he was going in.

If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?


Samples ;

Log Sample:

The Princess’ stable isn’t so much a stable as Peter had grown up knowing. Stables have a certain aroma to them: horseflesh, hay, sweat, dust, and dung. There’s also the sounds – soft huffs of breath from up and down the stalls, straw rustling, hooves clomping, and tails swishing back and forth at flies. Here there are no real smells but for lubricating oil and whoever’s actually passing through to prepare for his or her journey. And the sounds – he snorts quietly to himself – it’s more like a manufacturing plant, with all the gears grinding and metal scraping and cogs whirring as Tempest’s creations creak, waiting for their use.

There’s a gentle nudge at his shoulder to bump him out of his woolgathering, blank eyes staring at him from under copper lids. Peter turns to tug on Fowler’s silver whiskers when it whines at him, the noise managing to remind him of a jalopy and his own dog back at the barracks. “I know, rust bucket, I know. We’re gonna get going soon enough.” Patting the metal tiger on its shoulder, he shifts the saddle bags on his own. “Then it’s off to see whatever new creepy fairy type is moving in and dragging that idiot back home, along with all the rest of them. I’m gonna get them back. I promise.”

He’d already promised as much to El back at the barracks. She’d just bravely smiled back and told him she knew he would and to be careful out there, that she and Satchmo would make sure the fort would still be standing when he returned with Neal in tow. He had never broken one yet. He sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.

Besides, Neal would never let him hear the end of it if this was how he finally managed to get away from that anklet.


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[ There is a very disgruntled frown on a square-jawed face checking out the network. What he isn’t is surprised. ] Again with the whole- Great. It’s a step up from that damned Wood, I’ll give you that much, but the timing still needs a lot of work. Neal, you’d better be around here somewhere or so help me, you’ll wish you were back in the desert. [ It would almost be a threat except for the worry in his eyes and voice. ] El, Nill, Jo – anybody? I’d even take the Doctor at this point.

[ A pause before he looks around, and sighs. Then, almost sulking: ] ...I need a sword. Before the monsters show up would be nice.