A Pirate's Curse [smolcat & BlaqueCatt] [18+]

[BlaqueCatt]

BlaqueCatt's Character

 

Jamil

 

Age 25

 

Jamil has cocoa-brown skin, jet-black hair, and dark brown eyes. He lives isolated from the rest of the world on a small island in the Indian Ocean. It is there that he practices various forms of black magic, and where he houses his collection of magical artifacts. Many seek his power, but he only aids those who give him something in return. He is cold, aloof, calculating, and cruel. He does not rely only on his magic to defend himself, as he is also a skilled fighter, with dual daggers as his weapon of choice.

 

Jamil wears a pair of black baggy pants that rest low on his hips, exposing his hipbones, and stop just above his ankles. He also wears a pair of black slipper-like shoes and a short-sleeved black crop-top that reveals his stomach.

 

 

 

He looks like this, but with darker skin, black hair, and brown eyes. His outfit is entirely black, and he doesn't wear any jewelry. Also, his hair is short (imagine that the entire braid was cut off).

[smolcat]

 

Name: Captain Augustus Princely III

Nickname: August, Capt'n, Gus

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

 

Personality:

 

Not much is known about this pirate other than he's incredibly sly, stealthy, brash, witty, and charismatic. He's very good at what he does, is a wonderful thief is smart, and very skilled with a sword. His modest crew know he isn't to be messed with and respect him, though they know he's not a terrible guy, either. Anything more will have to be found out

 

History:

 

Unknown. Will be revealed in RP

 

 

 

 

Wasn't sure if you just wanted my bio so you could make the first post or not, hope this was okay! ^o^

[BlaqueCatt]

[it's great ^^]

 

Jamil let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his bangs fluttering as he stared up at the ceiling of his humble abode. It was a small, hexagonal hut made of dark wood from the surrounding jungle, with a small hole in the middle of the roof to release the smoke that rose from the fire pit in the center of the single-room home. The floor, which was composed entirely of dirt, grass, and moss, was covered in a variety of rugs, pillows, and furs from several different cultures, ranging from expensive English carpets to animal pelts. The windowless walls were draped with fine silks and tapestries long enough to touch the floor, and decorations made from beads, feathers, bones, crystals, and decorative glass hung from the ceiling. Mixed in with the decor were charms, talismans and wards, made to look like nothing more than tasteful accents when in reality they held great magical power.

 

In the center of the room, next to the fire pit, sat a large black pot filled with clear water, and a table. On top of the table sat a golden scrying bowl, a hand-held mirror, a straw doll, a human skull, and a cluster of three black candles. Similar candles could be found on each wall, held in place by a black metal sconce. Pushed up against the wall to the left of the entrance was a large wooden bookshelf that held jars, bottles, and boxes filled with all the ingredients necessary for spells and potions: herbs, feathers, bones, crystals, organs, blood, teeth, and more. Directly across from this bookshelf, on the right side of the entrance, was another bookshelf, this one filled with hundreds of old volumes and tomes that spoke of witchcraft, black magic, and the supernatural. At the very back of the hut Jamil was sprawled across a plush English lounge chair, his feet dangling in the air with the backs of his knees on the left armrest, his head tipped back against the opposite armrest, and his hands behind his head. His expression was one of absolute boredom.

 

Jamil preferred living alone, without any annoying people to bother him or tell him what to do, and he tried his very best to avoid having visitors - hence the various magical traps he had laid out around the island, both on shore and in the water - but he had to admit that after almost a year having passed without anyone coming to him with some kind of proposition, he was going stir crazy. Of course, he could practice his magic or train, but tasks such as those had lost their novelty and excitement years ago. He was one of the most powerful witches in the world, and he wanted - no, needed - a challenge, and soon, before he decided to start wreaking havoc on unsuspecting villages again (he had already been exiled from several countries, and escaped the death penalty in several more).

 

With an irritated and long-suffering groan Jamil rolled onto his stomach, placing his chin on the armrest of the chair. He. Was. So. Bored. Perhaps the traps he had set up were a little too effective, and all potential sources of adventure and excitement had died before he was even alerted to their presence? He rolled his eyes. Why were humans so weak nowadays? He'd had so much more fun back in ancient times...

 

Jamil suddenly stood, his head swiveling towards the entrance to his hut, dark eyes narrowing. A zing! of magic had shot up his spine - someone, or something, had made it past his traps, and was passing through the ward surrounding his island. Finally! Something interesting. He walked over to the table in the center of the room and picked up the scrying bowl. He dipped it into the pot of water to fill it before setting it back down, stirring the water with his right index finger and murmuring a spell. The image of a ship appeared - a pirate ship - slowly making its way towards land. Jamil smirked. Pirates. This should be fun. He dumped the water back into the pot and placed the scrying bowl on the table before making his way outside, squinting in the harsh sunlight. Once his vision cleared, he made his way from the center of the island towards the white sand beach to await his guests' arrival.

[smolcat]

Ten weeks. It had been ten weeks thus far, and still nobody who could be of use. His patience was wearing thin, and as each hour progressed, the captain only continued to feel more and more aggravated. His crew was as patient as they could be, but August's foul mood was easy to detect by anyone.

 

And, to make matters worse, their next destination was even more bothersome to approach than any of the others had been thus far. It would only be even more upsetting if, after all this time, after all of this effort, and all of these trials and tribulations they turned around empty handed. They were starting to run out of options, and August was getting tense with the outcome of what would happen should they fail. If they couldn't convince at least one witch... Well, he simply couldn't entertain such thoughts. Not when they were so close to the shore... he had to get his act together.

 

"Those were some nasty waters, cap'n. Are you sure you want to test this witch? It may be too dangerous this time..." the red-haired man's closest friend, adviser, and best mate suggested. He was a fairly tall fellow, with messy brown hair that he tied back in a ponytail--the locks falling down to his shoulder blades. He wore a baggy white shirt with a brown vest, sashes and other such accessories about his hips. A gun was fastened to the leather belt he wore, a sword safely tucked away on the other site. He had tanned skin from their days at sea, and cautious brown eyes that tried desperately to read the captain's expression.

 

"There's no need for worry," August said before barking out orders for the rest of the crew to lower the ship's anchor once they were close enough to the island. He took a deep breath and returned his attention to his first mate. "We got past all of those nasty tricks he set up, didn't we? i'm not so scared." His eyes narrowed. No, he wasn't scared... he was annoyed.

 

"But none of the others tried so hard to ward off visitors," the other man pointed out.

 

"Wilson," Augustus breathed. "I don't care. I'm going to get this one to aid us. We're running out of options here. Besides..." a devilish grin made its way to the captain's face. "I bet the guy's all lonely locking himself away on an island like this. I bet I could charm the poor soul into assisting us." He tilted his head up slightly to give his best mate a confident smirk. "Anyway... prepare a long boat! I'm heading out!" the man exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips.

 

It wouldn't be too much longer before the captain loaded himself into the dingy and made his way to the island, rowing himself across the shallows and into the sand. He got out of the boat and set foot on the island, treading forward on the island. He smirked a little to himself when he saw another man approaching from deeper within the island. Surely this must be him, right? August somewhat doubted that there were others on the island, so it had to be...

 

Giving a grin and waving his head a little, he called out, "Yo!" He approached the other man, stopping only a couple of feet away, his eyes watching the other male carefully. Still, he kept a cool and confident demeanor about him. "What luck to meet you so soon. Could I ask you to spare a few minutes of your time? I'm sure you're a busy man, so..." he gave a somewhat flamboyant bow before standing up straight again. He didn't want to come off too strongly with this witch doctor, so he had to take things carefully. Steady as she goes, as they say...

[BlaqueCatt]

Jamal waited patiently as the longboat made its way through the shallow waters and onto the shore, his arms crossed over his chest and his hip jutting out towards the right. His dark brown eyes ran up and down the man's body before settling on his face. "Yo!" the red-haired man called out to him, and Jamal raised an eyebrow. He does know who I am, right? "What luck to meet you so soon. Could I ask you to spare a few minutes of your time? I'm sure you're a busy man, so..." A grin spread across the dark-skinned man's face. Oh, this pirate had no idea whom he was talking to, did he? If he did know, he wouldn't be acting so casual.

 

The witchdoctor stepped forward until he was less than a foot away from the other man. His grin was much more apparent now that he was so close, as was the mischievous, playful gleam in his eyes. "I am Jamal," he said - if the man wasn't an idiot, that name would ring a bell - "What brings you to my island...Augustus Princely III?" It was necessary for him to begin the intimidation tactics early on; if the man showed any signs of fear, then his offer wouldn't be worth Jamal's time, and he would probably just kill him. Or maybe he would play with him first; it depended on how he was feeling.

 

Suddenly, his smile vanished and his eyes narrowed. He reached out and placed his right hand on the captain's chest, directly over his heart. He murmured something under his breath, and his hand glowed a dark purple. Before Augustus could react, the light faded and he pulled away, putting his hands on his hips and clicking his tongue. His expression was one of exasperation, as though he were dealing with a child.

 

"Stupid man," he sighed, shaking his head before looking up at him and grinning. "You touched something you were not supposed to, and now you are cursed. You want me to break the curse, yes?" He was radiating smugness, a smirk curling his lips. "It will cost you, and I do not accept gold. Follow me." He turned on his heel and marched off towards his hut, not looking behind him to see if the other man was following.

[smolcat]

It seemed that his plan completely backfired. The witch doctor didn't seem all that amused at all, raising his eyebrow as the pirate spoke. August wasn't exactly trying to impress him, but the completely blasé expression didn't exactly reassure the pirate. He'd have to figure out how to correctly behave--and quickly--if he wanted this man to assist him. And, even more importantly, if he didn't want the man to kill him. He was sure a witch doctor could probably do something like that... especially this particular witch--as if all of the traps from before weren't enough of a clue to his might...

 

And when the other man's expression slowly shifted into a smile, it wasn't any more reassuring that his previous unimpressed demeanor. A smile, Augustus knew, could mean a handful of things. Considering this context, he had a feeling it wasn't out of joy... though out of malice or a sense of slyness, or something else, August wasn't sure.

 

He had a feeling if he didn't play his cards right, he'd find out very quickly.

 

The witch doctor introduced himself, only giving his first name and not providing any sort of interesting title. It didn't matter much to August. He knew who this man was, and he knew his power was great and to be feared. A fancy title wasn't necessary.

 

Jamal asked a question of the captain, and the pirate was hesitant to open his mouth and speak. His hesitance wasn't out of fear, merely caution. He would have to tell Jamal what the matter was, but he was unsure how blunt or careful he should be. There would be no point in beating around the bush, he figured, but still he would have to be careful with how he worded things if he wanted to be persuasive. But, considering how the witch knew the pirate's name, it was quite possible that he already knew what his motives were, too.

 

The smile vanished and before August had even conjured the correct response, the other man placed his hand on the pirate's chest--right over where his heart ought to be. The man was a little surprised at the sudden action, but remained surprisingly calm. The process was quick--whatever it was. And it wouldn't have given the pirate much time to resist, anyway, and so just as quickly as it happened, Jamal's sly grin returned. He spoke rather mockingly, but August wasn't exactly in any position to argue or defend himself.

 

After all, Jamal was right.

 

Even if August didn't want to admit it.

 

"Yes, that's correct," he said firmly. He wasn't being snarky or flamboyant, or anything else. He merely spoke about the matter in the way such a matter should be spoken about. It was business. Nothing more. He wasn't begging for help, he wasn't demanding it. He was making a request, and what Jamal assumed his intentions to be was, indeed, correct. So when the witch doctor walked off, August quietly followed in step.

 

Things seemed good so far. At least he wasn't shooing him away. Not yet, anyway. But from what August could tell, there was at least a chance he would help. It was possible things could go awry, but so far things looked promising. August would just have to listen to his terms and conditions.

 

But he figured they would get to that when they got to it. Jamal would surely explain what he wanted, wouldn't he? There would be no point in asking. It was just like a dance--and August would allow Jamal to lead. It was not yet his turn.

[BlaqueCatt]

Jamal used his right hand to push aside the weather-worn, dark purple cloth that served as the door to his hut, entering the enclosure with an indulgent smirk on his face. He could already tell that this was going to be fun. It is a shame that I will have to kill him once this is all over. He is quite cute, for a pirate. The curse was ancient and powerful, and would be difficult to break. And the more difficult the task, the more Jamal expected in return. He already knew what he wanted as payment for his services, and as he stretched out across his chair, watching the other man with a predatory glint in his eyes and a grin twisting his lips, he almost found himself feeling guilty for having to take his life. Almost.

 

He waited until Augustus was standing in font of him before speaking. "The curse that has attached itself to you is very old, and therefore very powerful. It will not be easy to break." Dark brown eyes met vibrant green. "The process will take time, and will be...rather expensive." His smirk grew; if only Augustus knew just how expensive. "But you do not need to worry about that," he continued, waving a hand dismissively before sitting up straight. "All I ask is that, once the curse has been broken, you take me to where I need to go." He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, gazing up at the pirate captain playfully. "Those are my conditions. Accept them, and we have a deal. Reject them, and you leave my island before I decide to kill you." He knew that the man would accept his offer; with a curse of such magnitude plaguing him, the red-head would be desperate to get rid of it, no matter what.

[smolcat]

August followed the darker-skinned man into his humble abode, watching carefully as the host took a seat. Not being offered a chair himself, and not really caring anyway, the captain stood before the other, his eyes locked on that of the other man's as his peripheral view tried to seep in details of his surroundings. It would be rude, he figured, to gawk at the man's home when they were focusing so much on their conversation dealing with more pressing matters.

 

Pressing matters indeed.

 

What exactly did this man want in compensation? The price was expensive, but what was the price? What did he want? As the red-haired male listened further, it was quickly revealed that the witch doctor only hoped to gain a, more or less, form of transport to... somewhere. He was incredibly vague. And, unfortunately, August wasn't as much of a fool as Jamal may have taken him for. He knew about how to deal with his type... and he knew they held back information only as a form of manipulation. Getting what they wanted by making an accord, and only after the deal is struck to they reveal the gravity of the situation--where the victim is too deep in the water to try backing out and making an escape.

 

If he was going to get involved, August wanted to know everything.

 

"I'll neither accept nor reject the deal until you further answer my questions," the young man said. "This price you spoke of. It's expensive, yet you don't deal in gold and silver. What is it? And where exactly is it you want me to be taking you?" His gaze narrowed slightly. "There be no need to hold back. I like knowing what I'm getting myself into, but I'm in such a fix right now that I'd likely have no choice but to accept, anyway. So you needn't worry about scaring me off..."

[BlaqueCatt]

Jamal's smile only grew at the man's response. He was pleased to know that the pirate captain had a good head on his shoulders; it would have been too easy otherwise, and that was no fun. "You wish to know everything? Very well." The witchdoctor got up from his chair and slipped past the red-head, making sure that their shoulders brushed as he did so. He stood in the center of the room, next to the fire pit, and spread his arms, encouraging Augustus to look around.

 

"As you can see, I have quite the collection of magical artifacts." He ran his fingers across the table by his side, bringing attention to the handheld mirror, scrying bowl, and human skull. "The more I have, and the rarer they are, the more feared and respected I become. Only the most powerful witches are capable of obtaining such treasures." A fond expression overcame his face as he looked at the skull, picking it up and pressing a chaste kiss to its forehead. "This is one of my favorites, you know. The skull of an extremely powerful Egyptian priest. I killed him myself." He put the skull back onto the table with utmost care, before turning to face the other man once more.

 

"My power is so great that I have no need for silver or gold. I can get whatever I want with a snap of my fingers. Anything, except for these artifacts." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "So, the payment for my services is aiding me in obtaining an item that is...rather difficult to collect on one's own. You will take me to the island where it is located, and once I have it, you will take me home. That is all I ask." Of course, Jamal didn't include the fact that acquiring the artifact would require a human sacrifice; despite what Augustus had said about nothing being able to scare him away, the dark-skinned man knew that he would never agree to the deal if his life - or the life of one of his crewmates - was guaranteed to be lost in the process. And the sacrifice was the only reason Jamal even needed Augustus' help. He could easily get to the island and back by himself; having Augustus take him there was only necessary so that he had a live human with him for the ritual. He could, of course, simply kidnap someone, but manipulating and deceiving his victim was much more fun. "Is there anything else you need to know?" he asked mockingly, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.