Mortaray
Blackbloods
"Illusions are the damnedest thing aren't they?"
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Gender: Male
Age: 46
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Overseer
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Post by Mortaray on Jul 14, 2017 6:52:50 GMT
July 1 | Open to all Blackbloods
Heterochormia brown and red hues watched as the hall of the palace started to become packed. People seeming to filter in from every other direction, humans, beasts, it didn't matter. All of them were here for some sort of common goal, whether it was to raise hell or gain their own little chip in paradise. Others were there simply because they were convinced that their goal to live and use magic freely would be affirmed finally if they did this, absolutely devout to Nasira and Jafar. The overseer almost couldn't blame them for letting themselves fall convinced at the feet of the siblings, they were good with words. Charming in their own ways but he knew that behind such words, they were just looking out for their own goals.
Then again most people were, like himself. Though his were more mundane. Painfully plain almost, his reason for being there was simple. Take part in the war but also keep an eye on one of the only people he cared for ,The Shadow Man. They had known each other since they were children, they had been as thick as thieves, getting into all sorts of trouble, racing through the alley ways of New Orleans. Such simple memories almost brought a smirk to his face, but as they grew things changed and shifted. Facilier was on his own path, his own goals, but Mortaray had stayed loyal to him. Followed him wherever he went, promised to do what he needed him to do. Gave his own black heart to him eve though he wouldn't admit such.
It was wild to think of such things, when they seemed like they were so long ago.
He shook his head, trying to shove away his wondering thoughts and focus on what was going on in front of him. Shoulders rolled back and he moved his head to look towards the side. Waiting for the rest of the crowd to filter in so he could quiet them down for Jafar and Nasira when they made their arrival. Today would be one that other's would mark in History books.
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Post by Nasira on Jul 14, 2017 16:19:27 GMT
An atypically tall, attenuated woman adorned in a Byzantium dress unapologetically promenaded in the scintillating throne room. Nasira inclined her head in acquiescence and amalgamated the growing congregation. There would be no room for foolish sentiment. This was her time. She was the center of attention, the object of the army's admiration and awe: Maleficent.
Nasira had always known Jafar would occupy that seat one day. She glowed with pleasure at the thought. Due to his predecessor's...incompetence, Agrabah was on the verge of collapse. The economy was a joke. A big trade town, there was access to jewels and wonders, but the common person lived in penury. Unless a person had something to sell, they were not making a living. The gulf between the upper and lower class had resulted in a society rampant with crime and poverty, which forced the expansion of the city watch. However in order to employ as many guards as possible, standards needed to be lowered, which resulted in an incredibly corrupt and aggressive police force. The people were in desperate need of better leadership and there was no male heir apparent. There seemed to be only one way to save Agrabah: Princess Jasmine, the only child of the Sultan and female, marrying the ruler of a powerful kingdom. But she had set the bar too high. Many good suitors had been sent home packing.
There was a reason the people of Agrabah went crazy when "Prince Ali" made his grand entrance. They got a parade, entertainment and a suitor for the princess who threw gold at their feet. If he married the princess, the implication was that he would use his immense wealth to open more doors for them. Prince Ali was the sultan the people of Agrabah needed, but, unfortunately, the only thing that mattered was whether or not he was the sultan Jasmine wanted. That, and Prince Ali turned out to be a fraud.
Things went south the moment he decided to get involved in what should have been an internal affair. The royal family would have been sitting ducks had it not been for Prince Ali "Aladdin", the sultan's new protégé. But Jafar fought long and hard, and in the end, his hard work had paid off.
Until Maleficent. And it didn't take a genius to infer Nasira's stance on the acquisition of power.
Nevertheless, the lofty necromancer stood to the left of...Maleficent's throne and patiently for this so-called "Mistress of All Evil" to grace the Blackbloods with her presence. She spotted Mortaray among the crowd. He had been made an overseer like herself. Nasira knew close to nothing about him, but she hoped they'd get along. She was going to need some friends. |
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Tabs
Blackbloods
Well I Coulda Been An Actor, But I Wound Up Here
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Gender: Intersex
Age: ~ 1 Million
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Ghazi
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Post by Tabs on Jul 15, 2017 0:36:18 GMT
Tabs knew what he looked like. He was a freak of nature.
Sure, he could change forms if he really wanted, but he felt his magic would be better used for something else. Since he didn’t want to stand out (at the moment) the TV-monster did his best to be nonchalant. He considered finding a chair but, given his extra leg, knew it would take him a while of fussing to get comfortable. So he just stood. Awkwardly.
He’d watched Earth for a long while, but to actually be among its populace was another thing entirely. It was exciting but also nerve-wracking at the same time. His four faces all showed the same uncomfortable half-smile. Eight red eyes darted on occasion. It took just about everything he had not to either bolt, or start fangirling. But he was a professional; he needed to act like it.
Trying to get over being exposed to such perfection, he made a small utterance and adjusted his tie. His tail steadily waved back-and-fourth, seemingly unaffected by Tabs’s discomfort. Becoming a bit bored of waiting for something to happen, the abomination leaned in, tapping his claws together.
“Hmmm.”
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Dr. Facilier
Blackbloods
Posts: 6
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Gender: Male
Age: 35
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Overseer
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Post by Dr. Facilier on Jul 15, 2017 23:29:30 GMT
Among the towering columns of the palace, a shadow lurked, observing the slowly gathering crowd. It was several feet away from its owner, who stalked just as carefully through the columns. Violet eyes carefully regarded the small group, before falling on one particular person. He knew the man as well as he knew the back of his hand.
“Mortaray? Now ain’t this a surprise, seein’ you here! It’s been a long time.”
His voice appeared to be disembodied, until his body seemly materialized out of nowhere. With a nod towards Nasira, he wrapped an arm around Mortaray, in some semblance of a “hug”. He couldn’t help but smile that famous gap-toothed grin of his. Here, in an unfamiliar place, his best friend was here, and it had been ages since he’d last seen him. The last time Facilier had been with Mortaray, it was just before little miss Froggy Princess had messed up his plans.
His fist clenched at the memory. That was why he was here. He knew that she’d be here, along with her froggy prince. And once he got his hands on them, he knew that his thirst for revenge would be fulfilled.
Violet eyes then turned upon the strange monster before them. For a moment, Tabs’ height and appearance frightened him, simply because he’d never seen anything like him. But Facilier was in no position to judge. If this monster was here on their side, perhaps it was better for them.
“So, what is it that we’re waitin’ for? Are we holdin’ some sort of training session?”
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Post by Shiloh on Jul 15, 2017 23:59:30 GMT
Cold blue eyes blinked from the shadows. Shiloh stood among the many columns, away from the light as she watched the crowd that gathered before her. Human and non human alike, all sorts had gathered for this army.
Some seemed to know each other already, though most were complete strangers to each other. She knew nobody in the room, but that was sure to change.
Her gaze shifted from the lady at the front of the room, standing there with poise, to the man standing to the side of the crowd, the odd... creature that she wasn't quite sure what to make of, and the other man who seemed to know the first quite well. She leaned against one of the pillars, and raised a brow when he spoke.
"I'm wondering the same." She agreed, her voice carrying over the murmur of the crowd. She stepped forward so half of her face could be seen from the darkness, but otherwise she stayed in her spot.
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Perthmail
Blackbloods
"Move over, the Pirate King is here!"
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Gender: Male
Age: Too Old
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Ghazi Warrior
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Post by Perthmail on Jul 16, 2017 2:28:22 GMT
The moment Facilier spoke it was like everything surrounding Mortaray had been forgotten. The elder's head whipped in the direction of his voice so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. A large grin broke out onto his face as the other approached him. Mortaray wasn't a good man, far from it in fact, but in that moment he could of sworn his dark heart lightened up just a little. "Facilier!" He exclaimed with happiness, giving the other a 'hug' of sorts back though truly he probably would of just embraced him if they weren't so many people around. "It has been! It's good to see you again, old friend."
Friend felt like an understatement. The understatement of the century, Facilier meant more to him than anything but he tried to contain his excitement in his body as best as possible. He pulled away from the other just enough to give him a little space but a hand rested on Facilier's back still. Dark brows raised as he spoke, before furrowing as his gaze went elsewhere. He followed it, his own heterochormic hues landed on the odd being that was Tabs. Confusion appeared on Mortaray's face but he tried not to dwell on it. There was probably going to be all sorts of odd beasts and what have you's there. He had to expect it.
The sound of another voice caught his attention quite suddenly though, and he turned his head to look at Shiloh. The vampire mimicked Facilier's question in a way, both wondering what was going on but Mortaray himself did not know. He was just told to gather everyone up. "I don't think so, I think we're just here to address everyone. Get people sorted into ranks."
"What about ranks now?"
Mortaray frowned at the sound of a familiar voice, looking over at the demon mage who had accompanied him to Agrabah. The being seemed to appear out of literal thin air, yet Mortaray was not startled. In fact he seemed quite the opposite. A hefty sigh left him before he shook his head, hand moving to rub his face. "Not you." He murmured mostly to himself.
Perthmail grinned widely at Mortaray's comment, a hand going to roughly pat Mortaray's chest. "You love me really~" He quipped in a sing song way, the taller male moved past both Facilier and Mortaray, towards the center of the room where Nasira stood. Dark eyes looked around the room from the Voodoo King, to the skin walker, then to the vampire and then the creature with four faces. It felt like another normal day back home for him, another grin seemed to spread on his face. The demon mage turned his attention on Nasira, standing on a step just in front of her. "Hey there, you're one of the Overseers right? I'm Perthmail," He gave a small bow to the other. "May I say you are quite the stunning, woman. Miss...?"
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Post by Nasira on Jul 16, 2017 16:19:58 GMT
They all looked. "Tabs" stood upright on their three spindly legs in the middle of the throne room, their Venus flytrap-like tail swishing to and fro, as they calmly adjusted their tie as if they were just another one of them. Nasira's pencil-thin eyebrows shot up so high that they looked as if they were about to fly on up into space and leave the solar system. What in the Ayam Aghoul was that?! Their face! Having lived in pre-Islamic Arabia all her life, Nasira had never seen a television before. The closest thing she had was a crystal ball, and the reception on those things sucked. But unlike her crystal ball, Tabs' four screens were translucently clear; Nasira could see all eight of Tabs' glowing red eyes and four toothy grins. Was Tabs a living medium between the living and the dead? They had to be! Why else would they have that many screens?
She realized she was staring and quickly looked away. Was it still too early to have a glass of wine?
A rugged man with black sclera, icy blue eyes and an orange "sea monster" tattoo on his right arm asked if she was one of the overseers. "I am," she replied coolly, narrowing her eyes. Brilliant deduction, she thought acrimoniously as she threw a sideways at Mortaray. Nasira would not be so close to Maleficent's throne if she were a ghazi warrior. That was a good way to get beat. Speaking of which -
"Nasira," she said flippantly when "Perthmail" prompted her for her name. "...I look forward to working with you, Perthmail." It was a thinly veiled threat. An overseer's purpose was to keep ghazi warriors in line by any means necessary. Hopefully, Perthmail will catch on - for his sake.
For the hundredth time, Nasira glanced at the throne. What was taking Maleficent so long?
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Tabs
Blackbloods
Well I Coulda Been An Actor, But I Wound Up Here
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Gender: Intersex
Age: ~ 1 Million
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Ghazi
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Post by Tabs on Jul 16, 2017 17:55:00 GMT
That ever-present feeling of self-consciousness suddenly elevated. The creature could feel eyes on him. He shrank slightly, his brain flooded with self-hating thoughts. Faces scrunched as he tried to push that negativity to the back of his mind. He audibly swallowed as he squared his shoulders in an attempt to compose himself. Tabs’s chest rose as he took a deep breath.
Professional. Charming TV. Confident TV.
“Tab Lloyd Inquirer.”
The voice was deep but peppy; not unlike an announcer or anchorman. In fact, that’s exactly what he was going for.
“Beloved media personality. Storyteller of the stars!” to emphasize this, he rose one of his hairy claws over his heads.
Apparently satisfied that he’d been sufficiently attention-seeking, he lowered himself again and put the claw that had been elevated behind his back. He extended the other arm out, invitingly: although he didn't appear to be addressing any one person in particular.
“I thought it might be an appropriate time for introductions! Something to entertain the mind as we wait? Hm?”
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Dr. Facilier
Blackbloods
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Age: 35
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Overseer
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Post by Dr. Facilier on Jul 23, 2017 16:54:00 GMT
The voodoo doctor had never seen a television before(hell, he didn’t even know what it was called), but as shocking as it was to lay eyes on him, it was also surprising to hear it speak.
Tab Lloyd Inquirer!
Beloved media personality. Storyteller of the stars!
Facilier couldn’t help but groan, before looking to Mortaray. Reporters of any kind left a bad taste in his mouth. They always poked their nose into everybody’s business, and while he understood it was part of their job, it was annoying. He smirked at a memory of helping one such “reporter” with his baldness, only to have it backfire as soon as a pretty lady began talking to the reporter. The shapeshifter had been there as well, and he remembered the two of them being unable to stop laughing for quite a while.
As soon as this “Tab” extended his hand, and suggested that introductions were in order, Facilier readily agreed. Perhaps this “reporter” wouldn’t be that terrible, considering he could certainly tell their story when they won this so-called “war”. As Facilier looked around, he knew that everyone was just in it for themselves, one way or another.
He reached out towards Tab’s hand with a gap-toothed grin, tipping his hat with his other hand as he did so.
“I am Dr. Facilier. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Inquirer.”
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Post by Shiloh on Jul 25, 2017 20:13:24 GMT
Outside of her speaking up moments before, Shiloh had been silent otherwise. She was a silent observer as she watched the others interact with each other. Old friends greeting old friends, and acquaintances being made, all while they waited for their currently absent leader.
it was when the large creature spoke up and introduced itself that blue eyes stopped wandering and focused on one spot.
"Tab Lloyd Inquirer!
Beloved media personality. Storyteller of the stars!"
Her gaze narrowed, a flicker of annoyance shadowed across her face. She wasn't a fan of the media, for multiple reasons, but mainly because of the irritating way they had turned her proud species into nothing more than a joke, a ghost story told to children at bedtime.
Shaking her head, she ignored these feelings of irritation, perhaps this one wouldn't be too bad. He wasn't human, he was an oddity, like she was.
Her gaze shifted to the tall, lanky man, who introduced himself as 'Dr. Facilier'. Deciding it would do her no good to simply lurk in the shadows, Shi held her head high as she walked out of the dark corner into the crowd, making her way towards the small group that had gathered there.
"A pleasure to meet all of your acquaintances, my name is Shiloh." she introduced, giving a half-arsed curtsy, her fangs glinting in the light as she gave a small smirk.
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Perthmail
Blackbloods
"Move over, the Pirate King is here!"
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Gender: Male
Age: Too Old
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Ghazi Warrior
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Post by Perthmail on Jul 25, 2017 20:35:28 GMT
His grin only seemed to increase, ever amused with everything going on around him despite the obvious threat that Nasira had just given him. It was almost as though he was the type to laugh in the face of danger though he gave no prompt otherwise to deduct such a bold statement on his own account. He held out his arms to his sides and gave a small bow of his head, a small apology of sorts towards the woman in front of him. "I don't mean to grate on your nerves, Miss Nasira. Just trying to make myself friendly with a powerful woman like yourself." His icy blue hues watched her closely, watching her gaze shift from here to there all across the room. He could sense her growing impatient whether it was because of him he wasn't certain but he wasn't about to push his luck too much. Especially not with someone who was a high rank.
It honestly felt odd to Perthmail no longer being a Captain among others, having grown use to having that sort of title. That sort of control over others, and now it was gone...
He turned his gaze away from her, trying to figure out what she was looking for. His own mind picked up quickly that the leader of this group was still missing. Well that made a mess of things now didn't it? A hand moved to stroke at his beard slightly, crossing his arms over his chest after a second. His hand then moved to grace across the detailed Octopus tattoo his right arm bore. "Perhaps we should go look for our leader?" It was a mere suggestion, not nearly as cocky as his previous statements had been.
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As Tab's spoke Mortaray attention immediately went to the strange creature standing near them, caution filling Mortaray's senses as he watched Facilier offer the four faced creature his hand. A dark brow raised ever so slightly, a reporter? What was a reporter doing here, then again why were reporter's ever in the heat of war. To get a good story, despite risking their own lives for it. He had to give it to the other that such a thing was a risky attempt to do, but hey if that's what they wanted to do, he wasn't going to stop him. Only after Facilier would pull his hand away from Tab's, would Mortaray offer his own. "Mr.Inquirer, I suppose it would be correct to say pleasure to meet you. I am Mortaray Silversun..." He introduce with some reluctance.
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Jafar
Blackbloods
Posts: 2
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Post by Jafar on Aug 5, 2017 21:32:08 GMT
Thump thump.
The deep sound reverberated through the room, cutting through the crowd. Eyes turned towards to the source of the sound. A staff with the head of a cobra. It looked too small a thing to have created such a booming echo. Until its owner was apparent, coming out of the looming shadows of the columns.
Jafar the Grand Vizier.
Few did not recognize the once sultan. Even if he did not have the benefit of his position, the man himself cut a rather memorable visage. His love of theatrics probably helped as well.
"Greetings, one and all," Jafar drawled as he stalked down the hall of the throne room, his arms outstretched, "I know you have been waiting for our grand ruler."
He stepped up the stairs to stand next to Nasira, giving her a nod of his head and a fond smile in greeting before spinning to face the crowd, purposefully ignoring the lowly Ghazi standing with her. His eyes glanced over the other Ghazis that bothered to show up, silently judging each and every one of them, curious to know what abilities they could bring to the table. He then focused back on the task at hand. A smile creeped onto his features as he continued to speak.
"However, Mistress Maleficent is currently away to handle certain... matters. But do not despair, she has left charge of The Blackbloods in capable hands."
His voice took on a more threatening tinge, as if inviting challenge.
"Mine."
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Post by Nasira on Aug 6, 2017 4:07:08 GMT
Perthmail's suggestion was admittedly tempting as Nasira was not the most patient woman, but she knew better than to wander off. If the Mistress of All Evil caught them outside the throne room, they'd both be in hot water. She shook her head. "No," she rebuffed authoritatively, her voice leaving no room for argument. "We're staying here."
Neither of them had to wait for very long. Thump thump. The crowd fell silent. Nasira looked up. Instead of Maleficent, her brother perambulated in, head held high. There was a spring in Jafar's step.
Intrigued, Nasira watched him impenitently approach the throne to address the assemblage of people. Jafar paused dramatically before dropping this bombshell on them all:"That's great!" Nasira beamed. She was, of course, overjoyed. In her elation, she hardly cared why the Mistress of all Evil had more or less bailed on them, and she thought nothing of the evil fairy's inevitable return. As far as she was concerned, Jafar was the leader now. Things were finally going to go back to normal.
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Tabs
Blackbloods
Well I Coulda Been An Actor, But I Wound Up Here
Posts: 10
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Gender: Intersex
Age: ~ 1 Million
Army: Blackblood
Rank: Ghazi
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Post by Tabs on Aug 7, 2017 2:22:07 GMT
Tabs didn’t need to wait for long before his hand was taken. It was barely after he’d released his paw from the shadow man that it was taken by another. All the while, grins of green did not falter. So long as no one pointed out what he looked like, he could hide his nerves like a pro. He was sure he’d been doing his "job" for longer than anyone in this room had been alive. He could pretend to be outgoing and he had an uncanny ability to remember names: Facilier, Shiloh, Mortaray.
He still felt he was getting looks though. He hated to, but he figured he’d try to address it, if only briefly. Smiles grew less intense: less faked.
“I’m not so scary up close, see?”
No sooner had he spoken these words, did the former-sultan make his appearance. Tabs’s faces became neutral as he resumed a more confident posture. He’d done his share of attention hogging for now. His slimy tail slowly waved back-and-fourth. Now, he was in information gathering mode. Upon hearing Jafar’s announcement, the creature’s smiles just barely resurfaced.
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