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Manon Robillard

Maleficent

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a character in “Storybook: A Grimm World”, as played by TheLadyAuthor

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.moniker(s). // Call her a nickname if you dare

.gender. // Female

.age. // Appears to be in her early thirties.

.sexual orientation. // Pansexual

.origin. // The Enchanted Kingdoms

.relationship status. // Single

.occupation. // CEO of the Bank of Essex

.fantasy realm. // Maleficent

.role. // Villain




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Image .APPEARANCE.
"Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rabble."


.eyes. // Verdant Green

.hair. // Long, raven black

.height. // 5'10"

.weight. // 152lbs

.physique. // Tall, slender

.skin. // White

.description. // Manon exudes elegance and arrogance. She is tall, slender, and her posture is perfect. She does not walk; she glides. Her hair is long and pitch black, usually done in some up-do. She has intense green eyes, and sometimes they appear to glow almost. She is unmistakably beautiful, but there is a coldness about her and the expression on her face. In the Enchanted Realm, Maleficent looks pretty much the same save for her fae features. Her ears are pointed and two twisted black curved horns protrude from her head.




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"You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me! Me, the mistress of all evil!"


.demeanor. // Cold. Calculating. Arrogant. Narcassistic.

.fears. // She fears nothing save death.

.dislikes. // Disrespect. Imbeciles. Boredom.

.likes. // Power. Control. Manipulating.

.flaws. // Arrogance. Holds grudges.

.merits. // Intelligent. Cunning. Powerful abilities.

.personality. // Maleficent is an immortal fae being. She lacks humanity and therefore does not value lives or anything other than herself. She is the quintessential narcissist; the only thing that matters is herself. She lusts for power and enjoys flexing that power over others. Because of how much she values herself, those who are disrespectful to her must be punished. Harshly. In Essex, Manon continues to exemplify all of these traits. After gaining control over the Bank of Essex, it is rather satisfying to have the power over those around her by controlling their very wealth.

.pet(s). // A black raven named Diablo.

.abilities. // Magic Wielding. Curses. Can transform into a dragon.



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"A forest of thorns shall be his tomb. Born through the skies on a fog of doom! Now, go with the curse and serve me well! 'Round Stefan’s castle, cast my spell!"


For many centuries throughout the Enchanted Realm, Maleficent's name is whispered in fear. Those who've heard of her have been told stories of a being of immense power and evil—like a force of nature rolling in and those in its wake utterly destroyed. She is an immortal fae creature who gave into evil and dark powers. None remain who might have had an idea of why save Maleficent herself. She was not the type, though, to seek dominion over all creation. Instead, she staked out a territory for herself, sat upon a carven throne, and lorded over her domain as a tyrant. She set herself against the good fairies and developed a bitter rivalry between them. This remained at a stalemate for many years until finally, it all came to a head. This was the birth of Princess Aurora. The simple fact that the King and Queen had invited the good fairies whilst ignoring her... It was unforgivable. So regaled in her finest, Maleficent had crashed their little party. In all her mercy, she'd even attempted to offer the monarchs a way out, admit it was a mistake not to invite her. But no... They had to then insult her further by claiming she was unwanted. This only solidified their fate. A curse she cast, but not on the King and Queen, that would be far too easy. Maleficent's wrath was not something to trifle with; instead, she cast the curse upon their precious daughter.

Years passed without her curse being fulfilled, but she was patient. The only disappointment she felt was the death of the monarchs; now, they would not be able to experience the loss of their child. But she comforted herself with the fact that the good fairies had amended the curse to put the child to sleep... Now instead of joining them in death, they would remain forever apart with their daughter in an endless, unaging sleep. Her vengeance would follow them even into death.

She was approached by other individuals who had a plan to cast a curse across all of the Enchanted Realms. The dark fairy was amenable to this plot, especially as it was promised that they, as villains, would be in control once the curse was cast.

While in Essex, Maleficent goes by the name of Manon Robillard, but she is fully aware of who she truly is. She keeps up the charade of humanity, though it is tiresome at times. She does miss being able to cast magic and curses at those who displease her, but she has found other ways to make people regret crossing her. Diablo, her loyal raven, is still ever at her side, though at more of a distance. Only within her home is he seen upon her shoulder, but ever is she followed by this dark bird. She is the CEO of the Bank of Essex, and while not always in the building, her touch is ever felt there. The building seems to exude the same cold, unyielding presence she does.




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So begins...

Manon Robillard's Story

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The night seemed to grow more profound as the gathered assemblage left the Gala. A strong wind blew in, gathering up leaves and forcing the trees to lurch about. The tolling of a bell through the city heralded the arrival of midnight, and high in the heavens, clouds began to swallow the moonlight in darkness. Outside of the town, in the opposite direction of where Mrs. Pickett arrived, there was a small meadow where the shadows were long and deep. Within this area, a small sickly green light began to cast itself across the blades of grass. This light shone from tiny cracks that seemed to manifest from the very air itself. The cracks grew more prominent, deepening, and the light grew stronger, bathing the entire meadow in that eerie light. Suddenly a force broke through the cracks and shattered a hole through reality.

Through the crack came pale green orb, perfectly round without a single blemish, sat upon a staff of a black hardwood staff. A wave of black mist rolled out as the figure holding the staff stepped through the hole. The figure was tall, wearing long black robes that caught lightly in the wind, while two curved horns arched up from the figure’s head. There was a fluttering of wings, and through the rift came a large black raven narrowly avoiding the rift sealing itself shut. A clicking sound came as the bird landed upon the staff head, the noise coming from its talons meeting the hard orb surface. Maleficent, for indeed that was who this woman was, lifted one hand and gently ran a finger across the feathers of the raven’s head. "My sweet, fly through the town. Bring me news from far and wide. Go now, do not fail me." She crooned, letting a slow smirk curl one corner of her lips. Another flutter of wings and with a shrill ‘caw’ the raven took off into the night sky.

Quiet once more overtook the clearing, and Maleficent stood still, letting her vividly green eyes close. For a moment, nothing happened, but then her very form seemed to ripple bizarrely. The curved horns upon her head evaporated, leaving only her long black hair. Robes turned into a simple but elegant black dress, more fitting of this other realm, and her staff suddenly began to quiver within her hand. It shrank and twisted, bending until the staff became a ring adorning her left index hand.

With her more demonic visage tucked away, it was Manon Robillard who left the meadow and made the trek towards town. Such a strange sight, a beautiful woman in an elegant gown striding out of the woods and walking down the streets of Essex. Occasionally she would stop and gaze into the green gem upon the ring, seeking the faces of those who would need to be gathered this night and where they might be.





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Trees. There were trees everywhere. Thick foliage blocked the view of the sky above, save for the few beams of light that were able to breakthrough. Undergrowth was everywhere, and Ellie found it challenging to move through this place. All around, brambles or bush twigs caught on the edges of her dress and wouldn’t allow her to pass. Taking a moment to breathe and look around, she realized that she was all alone out here… There was no one around. For some reason, this incited a level of panic within her.

In that instant, what little light in here seemed to fade away, and the trees began looming over her. It felt like they physically moved in closer to her, branches swaying down towards her with hands of twigs stretching for her. As darkness overcame this place, it appeared as if the very bark of the trees twisted into horrific faces that laughed at her. Terror welled upon within her, and she screamed in fear, turning to run and flee from the nightmare that was coming for her.

No thought was given to the brambles that tore at her dress. Sometimes it would be strips of black cloth ripped from her gown; in other moments, it was gold and blue.

But she kept running, instinct telling her that if she stopped, then she would be devoured by whatever darkness was trying to consume her. Ellie was starting to stumble, though, as it felt like instead of just the branches of the brambles, actual hands were grabbing onto her and dragging her down. She didn’t give up, striving forward as hard as she could and refusing to let the undergrowth overpower her. Up ahead, for just a brief moment, distant figures were passing through the trees. Hope blossomed wildly within her chest, and she fought all the more. “Help! Over here! Please, come help me!” El cried out, but no one came. “PLEASE!”

El was screaming herself hoarse, desperate for anyone to hear her and help. But still, no one came. She sank down into the grasping hands as hope faltered with the acknowledgment of how alone she was. But a surge of energy came flooding through her. Do not give up! Keep fighting!

Digging her feet into the ground, she tore free and ran in the direction she felt freedom was in. As if making a mockery of her, ten-fifteen ahead, she slammed right into an invisible wall. The breath was knocked out of her, and she was bounced back, losing her balance and hitting the ground. Pulling herself onto her knees, El reached out and felt the force in front of her. Not invisible… Glass… It was a glass wall. This realization made chills run through her, and she began banging her fists against it out of desperation. Her breaths were coming faster, and her heart was pounding in her ears. El knew she was panicking but couldn’t seem to stop herself. Some inner voice said that the walls were closing in, that if she didn’t break out, she never would. Bang. Bang. Bang. Again and again, but still, the glass held against her. The pressure was building against her chest; she couldn’t breathe. Oh god, she was being crushed. Ellie opened her mouth to cry out for help, but she couldn’t get any air to get her voice out. No, no, no!





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A weary yawn escaped Lily’s mouth as she rubbed the back of her hand against one eye, trying to rub the tired out of it. She’d been driving for quite some time, and it was several hours past midnight by now. It felt like the road kept going on for miles, with trees endlessly passing by. Her car was packed to the brim with boxes and luggage, making looking through her rearview mirror a trial. The back seat was filled up with a large black and gray dog, whose head was resting against the console next to her chair. She could hear his whining, feeling his nose nudging her elbow. “Sorry, boy. We’ll be there soon, I promise.” She stretched a hand back blindly to rub at the dog’s head.

This turned out to be very accurate as after taking a long curve in the road, there was a large sign saying ‘Welcome to Essex,’ and up ahead, she could see the faint twinkling lights of the town. Immediately this brought a huge smile across her face; finally, she’d arrived! A strong urge went through her to drive through town until she saw her shop but decided against it. There would be time for that tomorrow. She had to admit that she was dead tired and needed to rest.

Winding through the streets, Lils used the map on her phone for directions to her new home. It was not far outside the town itself, just off of a lonely winding road tucked amongst a grouping of trees. She’d fallen in love with the cozy cottage the moment she’d seen the large rose bushes that framed the building. There was something about roses that called to the young woman; maybe it was the smell, their various shades, or perhaps just the look of them. She wasn’t quite sure, but certainly, she hadn’t been able to resist their call this time.

She parked the car next to the curb in a small driveway, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she opened the door and finally climbed out. She had to lean against the vehicle as her legs wobbled from having to sit for so long. “You ready, yeah? Let's go!” Lils grinned at her eager dog who’s tail was wagging a mile a minute. She swung the door open and watched him tear away out into the yard. Regulus was a well-trained dog, only a few years old, so he had tons of energy but knew he’d come running back when she called.

Walking up to the front door, Lils quickly unlocked and let herself into the cottage. The entryway led immediately into the living room, filled with her more significant pieces of furniture and boxes that wouldn’t fit in her car. She’d had them delivered ahead of her. She was a little intimated by all the work she’d have to do, especially knowing there would be even more work at the store. At that moment, she felt utterly exhausted; right now, she just needed to get some sleep than worry about the rest later. Lily turned and brought some of her things from her car, mainly some pillows.

“Reggie!” She stood at the doorway and gave a sharp whistle with two fingers, smiling as he came running right over after sniffing about in the foliage. “Good boy!”

She closed the door after he came in, pausing to give him some loving pets before heading towards the couch. There were far fewer boxes piled on it than her bed frame, so for tonight, she’d clear it off and curl up on it. The moment she flopped over onto the couch, she pulled a pillow beneath her head and let herself conk out.

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Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. When Jafar's eyes finally popped open and he rolled over to look at the clock, it was... midnight. Again. His brows furrowed in confusion, for when he fell asleep last, it was just shy of ten at night. Yet, he felt well-rested. Too well-rested, if you asked him. He sat up and reached for his cellphone, the bright light of the screen a brief blinding glare after awakening from such a deep sleep.

Did he miss a whole day? He blinked and wiped away the sleep from his eyes, then checked the homescreen again. A panic set into the normally well-reserved and calm man, and he practically shot out of bed and rushed to his study. Something was so wrong, and he could feel it in his bones.

A quick survey of his office revealed that his glass showcase was cracked open just a smidge, which made him walk slowly toward it. The smallest speck of a glimmer caught his eyes, nestled in the corner of one of the shelves. He reached and swept it up with a pink and then brought it closer for observation. Silver glitter. Fairy dust.

More panic. He knew that his happily ever after wouldn't last forever, but he didn't expect for the fairies to figure it out so soon. Too soon. He looked over the items, and discovered that some of them were missing. Dr. Facilier's cane being one. Important, but not enough. The cane had provided Jafar with another avenue of magic, but it would not be detrimental to the curse's wellbeing.

The lamp. The lamp was missing! His eyes grew wide, then red hot anger flashed through them. He smalled his fist down onto the shelf which knocks items off; fragile objects crashing and shattering at his feet. He turned swiftly and went to his room to change, for this night was going to be a busy one for him.

He sent a quick text message to the Nora, Catherine Wyland, and Donovan Voigt, Something is wrong. We need to meet at the well in the clearing. Once the message sent, he grabbed hold of his own staff and poofed out of existence into the apartment room of Dumaine, otherwise known as Dr. Facilier. The cane he had won from the auction rested against a wall near the door, and Jafar seized it.

His slow pace dragged him toward the bedroom where the man slumbered quietly and peacefully. His hand dove into a coat pocket to pull out the necklace that belonged to Dr. Facilier. It contained the souls from the Otherside. Jafar was not certain what was happening, but he could feel the puul of the voodoo magic clamboring for Facilier's soul. It was overdue. He extended his arm and let the necklace dangle from a finger, and the Friends From the Otherside climbed out of the amulet in shadow form, sinking to the floor and crawling beneath the bed. There was a drum beat that seemed to come from nowhere, but it eerie enough to creep even a vile man like Jafar out.

Dumaine's body was gulped up, almost as if he were swallowed by the bed. All the shadows retreated back into the amulet. The drum beat stopped. He wrapped it around his neck, turned away, and left the apartment through the door.

Baja was soon on the quiet moonlit paths of Essex's lonesome streets. As he walked, tapping the cane against the dark pavement, one of his arms folded at the small of his back. He watched the buildings. Observed the scenery. He walked past the town hall, of which had the remnants of something having happened. A cleaning crew shuffled in and out, and his brows knit together in thought. There had been no event that he could think of.

He tilted his head for a second, but continued on after a brief pause.

His head turned and eyes followed as a crow flew past him from above. A few moments after that, a woman's silhouette began to form in the distance. Curious, he checked his phone to see if anyone sent any messages. Nothing yet.

He did not change his pace, rather kept on the approach. Soon enough, he could see her features. While she did not adorn her horns, there was a certain... aesthetic to one of the most famous female villains in all of the Enchanted Realm. He stopped just a couple of feet from all the particular features, a grin finding his lips, "Ah," he began, placing the cane in front of him and resting both hands at its head, "I see the beautiful Maleficent has graced the wonderful town of Essex. Though, I doubt your presence is a humble site seeing excursion."

He gestured toward the woods, though surmised that she might have come from there already. However, the Well is the connection between the Enchanted Realm and this world, so it made more sense to to go there. As the pair of them walked through the quiet town of Essex, they soon came upon the mouth of the forest. It was abysmally dark and unwelcoming, as it should be. Very few people in Essex felt at ease coming to this particular spot, and the closer to the well one came, the more those that did not belong near its vicinity felt the unspoken warning to stay away.

"The Evil Queen and the others should be coming shortly. How are things in the Enchanted Realm?" Jafar inquired, shooting her a quick sideglance. The Well came into view, "The fairies have been busy, haven't they?" Another question, given the circumstances. "There was... fairy dust on my showcase shelf when I woke up. I also seemed to have lost an entire day."

He rubbed his goatee a couple of times, "There is a strange feeling in my little world, and I am uneasy." His gaze ventured outside of the thicket of tree trunks and drooping branches, wandering toward the faintest glimmer of light coming from a building. His creation. His joy. His happily ever after.

"The lamp is missing," he added. The worst news for last, of course!