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Maleficent

You poor simple fools. You think you can defeat me? Me, the mistress of all evil?

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a character in “The Darkness within Ever After”, as played by create_something

Description

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"You poor simple fools. You think you can defeat me? Me, the mistress of all evil?"


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Full Name
Maleficent

Nicknames
Mal

Age
Unknown

Likes
Pain
Misery
Gaston
Power
Death
Blood
her 'pet' Diablo

Dislikes
Love
Morals
Weakness

Scar|Tattoos|Piercings
She has a scar right above her heart, where Prince Phillip's sword nearly killed her.
She also has a tattoo of text on her right side that reads 'There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART"

Love Interests|Crushes
Maleficent has had her eye on the Gaston for some time. He's brutal, willing to do whatever he needs to get what he wants. But it wasn't until the love stone went missing did her feelings of lust and ownership develop into something a little more. Its been so long since she's felt something like this, it almost resembles love.


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Personality
Mal is, simply put, a vindictive bitch. She holds grudges until whatever wrongdoing is repaid. She's also very narcissistic caring only about herself. Even Diablo, her precious Raven, is expendable. Her goals in life mainly revolve around the suffering and unhappiness of others, mainly Snow and Prince Phillip. Her arrogance is will deserved, as her power is nearly unmatched through out the land.

History
Maleficent is a fairy, a different type from that of Tinkerbell, but a fairy nonetheless. The question is often asked, what made Mal so vindictive, so vicious? The answer is...well...there is no real answer. Which, is what makes her so horrifying. She was always different from the other fairies, always shunned for her differences. Well the laugh is on them, because Mal turned out to be the most powerful in all the land. In her eyes, it was their emotional ties and morals that made them so weak.

The blow she took to the chest was nearly fatal, but not truly fatal, like the stories say. Mal disappeared, living in the forbidden forest until her powers and health were up to par, until she could regain her strength against the three little wenches that helped Prince Phillip; Flora, Fauna and Merrywheather. It was glorious to watch them die, slowly and painfully. Mal stretched out their deaths over the course of days, until they begged for it, and when they did she granted their request. Their deaths didn't only serve a vengeful purpose, but a practical one as well. Mal devoured their life essences, giving her the beautiful appearance she has now. No longer will she have to keep recasting spells in order keep her appearance, its now hers to keep, although it did come with a price. A conscious accompanied her beauty. Now she is plagued with the morals and gracious feelings of the fairies lives she stole.

She was nearly driven mad trying to suppress the conscience in her head, the feeling of remorse and guilt for the things she's done nearly killed her. But, Mal is resourceful, and she fashioned a spell, its magic contained within ink, the ink was then imprinted into her skin. The magical ink, took on its own form within her skin, a form that read ''There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART". What it means is a mystery, her best guess is its a foresight into the future, one she pays no heed to. As long as the script does as its supposed to and quiets the conscious to that of a barely audible whisper.

Other
Maleficent is powerful in her magic, though she's not as powerful as she once was, thanks to Prince Phillip and the newly found conscience. Her powers include spell casting, control of the earth, teleportation, the wielding of green flame and the shape shifting into a fearsome dragon.


Sweet Dreams | Marilyn Manson
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you

So begins...

Maleficent's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maleficent Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Alice Pleasent Liddell Character Portrait: James Hook Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: Peter Pan
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Peter Pan

"Anything. Remember when it was us against the world?" His question was heartfelt, but split between two women. Half of the emotion was reminiscent of Wendy way back when, when for a brief of time, she was both his damsel in distress and warrior woman. Her weapon of choice was her way of words. The other half was directed towards his present relationship with Alice, whom was passing through Wendy's shadow with a wink.

Suddenly, the worst thing that could have happened, did. He winced slightly as Alice fell, for more than one reason. Wendy turned on her heels, that's it, the gig was up. Decision time has come a knockin' on his door, a decision he didn't want to make. Damnit!

"Oh, Hello Alice nice to see you, When did you get here?" Wendy asked and Peter couldn't believe his ears. Wendy barely flinched! His jaw dropped in disbelief behind Wendy, is he really this lucky?

"Yea, Alice. What brings you here?" His voice was full of astonishment, and he wasn't acting that. He scratched the back of his head nervously, holding himself back from tending to her wound.

Maleficent

The Raven flew through the window of the tallest tower unphased by the downpour. It landed on a golden perch ordained in beautiful jewels and diamonds. The room was barely lit, save for the roaring fireplace casting eerie shadows. The shadows danced provocatively with the flicker of the flame, but one shadow stood out from the rest. Its feminine figure stood from the glorious chair it was sitting in and walked over towards the bird.

"Hello, precious." She stroked its obsidian feathers endearingly. "What news do you have for me." Her tone was low and sultry as her blue eyes stared into Diablo's black eyes. The images the Raven contained reflected in its eyes, and in turn, reflected with in Maleficent's eyes. She watched the scene between Ember and James unfold as the Raven witnessed it.

"Interesting, who knew Hook liked his women bat shit crazy." She chuckled lightly to herself. "Go and find, Gaston, this will need a little bit of tact." A lazy wave of the hand and Diablo was off through the window again.

Maleficent is as powerful as she will ever be, though she will never be as powerful as she once was. And now seemed like the perfect time for sweet delectable revenge against Prince Phillip and the sweet little princess who defied her powers. The only problem was the three little fairy fucks placed a hell of a spell over their kingdom, activated with their lasts breaths. Feather Brooke is now safe from Mel ever having to enter, but not for long. All she needs is for one of them to lift the curse, an invitation, whether formal or informal, will lift the curse. This is where Ember comes in, though she's a few cards shy of a deck, she has an exquisite ability for manipulation.
All she needed was for Gaston to propose the idea to Ember. Maleficent didn't generally play nice with others.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maleficent Character Portrait: Wendy Darling Character Portrait: Gaston LeGume Character Portrait: Alice Pleasent Liddell Character Portrait: Mackenzie Alicia Aisling Character Portrait: Ember Cadwell Character Portrait: Peter Pan Character Portrait: Abel Cheshire
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Peter Pan

Peter let go of Wendy so she could tend to Alice's wounds, as he had to hold himself back from running to her aid. Besides, he never really bothered to know where the first aid stuff was kept. It was generally Wendy's job to tend to his wounds, or it used to be.

His mind was racing, how the hell does he get himself out of this awkward situation? Having tea with a dying flame and an ignited one. was less than ideal. And the horrible lie that spilled out of Alli didn't leave much room for an excusable exit, not while the storm raged on. His only option was to excuse himself, but how? And did he really want to leave these two to their own devices? Not that Alli would delibrately sabatoge them, but an accidental slip?

"So what's the plan ladies? Wendy, you know I'm not into this whole playing host stuff." He said almost frantically. He wasn't lying, he really did hate the whole playing house thing, he found it incredibly boring. The room was shrinking, but he had to hold his ground, for now. His tactic, leave the ball in their court.

Mackenzie Alicia Aisling

Great, of course this is her luck. She's either been drugged and his having one hell of a trip or, well, there is no or. Now she's in god knows where with a funny talking lunatic, here's to hoping he's just a LARPER. She accepted his assistance and stood shakily on her feet, the heels of her black booties sinking into the gaps of the rocks beneath her feet. Mackenzie wearily used the gentleman for balance. She followed him to where ever he may lead her, at least until she reaches something recognizable. She hoped for asphalt and headlights, signs to the nearest hospital, but nothing of such familiararity crossed her path.

"So, Ever After, huh? What's close to Ever After, any bigger more recognizable counties?" Come to think of it, she can't think of a forest of this caliber so close to Los Angeles. Not that hiking was on her top ten activities of enjoyment. She pulled her brown leather jacket tighter around herself. "Do you have a phone I can borrow?" She asked meekly, so as not to upset the man. The last thing she wanted was to upset this guy, as he did seem a little off. Please don't let him hack me up into a million little pieces and bury me all over the forest.

Gaston LeGume

"Tell me more about my eyes." Gaston seemingly joked to the red head swooning over him on his lap. She giggled as her hands haphazardly groped the muscles in his arms and chest. However, Gaston was not joking, and truly wanted to hear more about himself. His self loving bliss was interrupted when Diablo's call rang in Gaston's ears. Icy blue eyes glared at the bird resting on the sill of an open window, satisfied that the wretched bird unhappy in the rain. Oh, how I will have you on a dinner plate one day. His Maleficent was summoning him, and her timing couldn't have been more perfect. This red head, as eager as she was to please him, would hold ill will against him for mixing pain with his pleasure.

"Off bar wench." The red head frowned before doing as she was told. "Good girl." Gaston then stood on his chair. "Ladies and gentlemen. I'm sorry to say, that I must take my leave for the night. Lefou will, as always, run the tavern in my absence." He could hear the boos and awes as was just about to jump from his makeshift soap box and it was music to his ears. "Oh, and a round of ale for everyone on me." He decided to award his pets for their proper responses.

He landed with a thud, though it was barely audible through the cheers and laughter. He then made his way to his room on the second floor. He locked the door behind him, no one would dare to bother him anyway, and then approached seemingly normal mirror.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to her grand hall." The metallic surface moved ever so slightly, like a disturbed glass of water. Sadly, it no longer reflected sinful features of Gaston, but Maleficent's room. He stepped through its liquid surface, slightly disoriented by the darkness that Maleficent kept her castle in.

"I have a most important job for you."

"I'm not your work horse, Mal." Gaston didn't even bother to turn and face her. He listened as the click clock of her heels drew nearer. He felt her hands forcably breach his shirt from behind him, the heat of her skin pressed against his back. Dagger like nails then tore into his skin slowly, the blood slowly seeped through his white shirt. Damn this woman, she knew how to push all the right buttons.

"Oh, but I promise it will be repaid upon your return. Just a small little favor." The mocking innocence in her voice clued him into the treat he was in for. He turned to face her, his hand wasting no time in finding her silky black hair. Mal gasped as he roughly filled his fist with those resentful strands and pulled her head back, exposing a vulnerable part of her body, her neck. It wasn't often she allowed him to have her in all his glory. The pain she inflicted on him was blissful, but to be the abuser, to her of all women, was truly magical. He pressed his lips to hers harshly, excited about all the horrible things he would do to her.

"Use the hand mirror, its on the table." He angrily let go of her as she doled out her directions, pissed at her for ruining the moment. "I need you to pay a visit to Cadwell, the queen of lunacy, and I need you to enlist her services. Its time for me to exact my revenge on the happy couple of Feather Brooke. I need Cadwell to have them lift the protection spell on Feather Brooke. As payment, I'll let her have some fun with Prince Phillip, but his life is mine, along with Aurora's. She can then do whatever it is a mad former queen does about the castle."

Gaston didn't ask any questions. He simply pocketed the mirror and took his leave. "Mirror mirror on the wall, take me to the maddest of them all."

((OOC: I don't care how Gaston appears with Ember, whether he's forced to knock on the door or automatically gains entrance within her lair/castle))