The Beginning of a Partnership // Intro Thread [Complete]
Apr 8, 2014 15:40:55 GMT -5
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Post by Iago on Apr 8, 2014 15:40:55 GMT -5
Since he could remember, Iago had been an orphan, working the streets of Agrabah, pickpocketing and stealing coin from anyone he can find. The life he lived was a hard one and the consequences of such a life were severe and so he had developed a knack for staying out of sight, using the environment to conceal himself as he plundered his next meal.
For years he lived life in the shadows, careful and methodical, making sure never to get caught. Unfortunately one truth remains absolute in a thief's world, one day you will be caught. That day happened when he was twelve. He bumped into and picked the pocket of a member of the royal court. Though little did he know that his reputation of a thief had actually reached the palace and a detachment of guards were sent to free him of his hand, this man just happened to be the leader of those guards.
Iago struggled to get free as the crowd began to grow around them staring. Several guards showed up and held him in place. The leader unsheathed his sword and as two other guard held out his right arm, he drew the blade above his head, readying his strike. Fearful as what was to come, Iago could only close his eyes and wish he could get free. He could only wish to be able to just fly into the sky and never return. Like a bird, he wanted to be free. Like a bird he wanted to know no boundaries. He wanted to soar high and look down upon the world as he passed them all by, but with no arm he would experience no such thing.
As the sword came down, Iago gritted his teeth ready to feel the burning of a freshly cut limb, but after a moment he felt nothing. In fact he didn't even feel anyone holding him anymore. He could hear gasps and whispers emanating from the crowd. He slowly opened his eyes to see the guards huddled around him looking down at him. Why did the get so tall all of a sudden?
The leader of the guards reached down and picked him up by the arm, but something was strange, it didn't feel like he was grabbing an arm. Iago looked over and much to his surprise he saw the man holding a bright red wing. Iago quickly flailed around unsure of what was going on. Whose wing was it? Why was it there? Was it his? He stopped dead when he suddenly caught a glimpse of himself reflected on a serving tray on one of the nearby carts. He had become a parrot, but how?
"Let me go!" Iago cried. Much to his surprise the guard actually did as he was asked, a fearful expression on his face.
"A talking parrot? What kind of black magic is this?" The guard questioned as he as well as the others all took a step back, now with a bit of fear residing in their hearts.
Men do unthinkable things when ruled by fear. Some of those things include destroying anything you don't understand and that was exactly what they planned to do. The guards all drew their swords in unison ready to strike down their newly deemed wicked foe. Iago tried to flap is wings violently but to no avail. He was cornered, frightened and alone. Why did this have to happen? sure he was a bird now, but he didn't even know how to fly. He was going to die a bird rather than live as a hand-less boy.
The young parrot cried out for help as the men raised their swords and just like before, his call was answered. Suddenly the men froze, but it wasn't just the guards, it was everyone. The street was quiet, almost eerily so, with the exception of one sound. Footsteps drawing nearer. Iago couldn't help but wonder who, along with him remain unfrozen in the streets.
The footsteps drew nearer as Iago's tiny parrot heart raced. He could feel the blood rushing to his limbs. It was a strange feeling to have all new limbs, a feeling he was unsure he liked or not. Over the shoulders of the guards appeared a man, a man who needed no introduction. He was a man feared above all others, a man known for his skill in the dark magic, the Dark Wizard, Jafar.
It was at that moment, his life was spared. Impressed by his ability, Iago was taken in by the wizard and trained to not only to control his power but to adapt it to situations. He learned how to take the form of a bird at will, how to simply touch a bird and then take on its form. He learned how to defend himself, how to rely on himself. He learned how to flee from his pursuers and strike down his targets. He learned how to live, all thanks to Jafar and in return only one thing was asked of him. To become the dark wizard's servant. Iago took the position without hesitation, after all it was the only way he would ever hope to repay the debt you owed the man.
For years he lived life in the shadows, careful and methodical, making sure never to get caught. Unfortunately one truth remains absolute in a thief's world, one day you will be caught. That day happened when he was twelve. He bumped into and picked the pocket of a member of the royal court. Though little did he know that his reputation of a thief had actually reached the palace and a detachment of guards were sent to free him of his hand, this man just happened to be the leader of those guards.
Iago struggled to get free as the crowd began to grow around them staring. Several guards showed up and held him in place. The leader unsheathed his sword and as two other guard held out his right arm, he drew the blade above his head, readying his strike. Fearful as what was to come, Iago could only close his eyes and wish he could get free. He could only wish to be able to just fly into the sky and never return. Like a bird, he wanted to be free. Like a bird he wanted to know no boundaries. He wanted to soar high and look down upon the world as he passed them all by, but with no arm he would experience no such thing.
As the sword came down, Iago gritted his teeth ready to feel the burning of a freshly cut limb, but after a moment he felt nothing. In fact he didn't even feel anyone holding him anymore. He could hear gasps and whispers emanating from the crowd. He slowly opened his eyes to see the guards huddled around him looking down at him. Why did the get so tall all of a sudden?
The leader of the guards reached down and picked him up by the arm, but something was strange, it didn't feel like he was grabbing an arm. Iago looked over and much to his surprise he saw the man holding a bright red wing. Iago quickly flailed around unsure of what was going on. Whose wing was it? Why was it there? Was it his? He stopped dead when he suddenly caught a glimpse of himself reflected on a serving tray on one of the nearby carts. He had become a parrot, but how?
"Let me go!" Iago cried. Much to his surprise the guard actually did as he was asked, a fearful expression on his face.
"A talking parrot? What kind of black magic is this?" The guard questioned as he as well as the others all took a step back, now with a bit of fear residing in their hearts.
Men do unthinkable things when ruled by fear. Some of those things include destroying anything you don't understand and that was exactly what they planned to do. The guards all drew their swords in unison ready to strike down their newly deemed wicked foe. Iago tried to flap is wings violently but to no avail. He was cornered, frightened and alone. Why did this have to happen? sure he was a bird now, but he didn't even know how to fly. He was going to die a bird rather than live as a hand-less boy.
The young parrot cried out for help as the men raised their swords and just like before, his call was answered. Suddenly the men froze, but it wasn't just the guards, it was everyone. The street was quiet, almost eerily so, with the exception of one sound. Footsteps drawing nearer. Iago couldn't help but wonder who, along with him remain unfrozen in the streets.
The footsteps drew nearer as Iago's tiny parrot heart raced. He could feel the blood rushing to his limbs. It was a strange feeling to have all new limbs, a feeling he was unsure he liked or not. Over the shoulders of the guards appeared a man, a man who needed no introduction. He was a man feared above all others, a man known for his skill in the dark magic, the Dark Wizard, Jafar.
It was at that moment, his life was spared. Impressed by his ability, Iago was taken in by the wizard and trained to not only to control his power but to adapt it to situations. He learned how to take the form of a bird at will, how to simply touch a bird and then take on its form. He learned how to defend himself, how to rely on himself. He learned how to flee from his pursuers and strike down his targets. He learned how to live, all thanks to Jafar and in return only one thing was asked of him. To become the dark wizard's servant. Iago took the position without hesitation, after all it was the only way he would ever hope to repay the debt you owed the man.