❝ A Sultan will make his own laws ❞
I am His Royal Majesty, Amir Idris Fawzan
But I demand that you call me Prince Amir, Lord Amir, Master
I'm not that old, I am If age not to disclose such things! (Appears in Mid Twenties, is a few centuries)
Are you blind? I'm obviously A Prince Formemost! (Cursed Djinn)
Here's an easy one, I'm The way I am. I am not ashamed of loving the company of men.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born June 21st. A very good Day for my country.
X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞
Do the measurements, I'm 6' 1"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 160 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is A fine, glossy brown.
Look closer, my eyes are The beautiful color of the Mediterranean Sea! (Blue-Green)
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Scars under my cuffs that no one can see. A knife wound on my left hip.
X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with (Leather or Chain. Neither are too troublesome. Both offer fine spice.
Painted Perhaps Pink, Magenta would be good as well.
And a few other things, like Must have a halo! I will not accept anything less. However, a Heart and Star would be good as well.
X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞
People say I tend to be I have been told I am quite haughty and demanding. I am precise and calculating as well. I am strict in the way I handle my business, and I am careful with the way I word things. I can find several meanings out of one word, which is how I was able to turn wished around. I am self-serving and seek only means to my own ends. I am quite caustic and keep everyone far away from me. In fact, the only one I let in close with my emotions is Hanif, as it would be foolish to try and hide something from one's familiar. I am flashy and prideful, rash and a bit arrogant. I am stubborn and willful as well, and will not bow down, now that I am free.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was born in June to the Sultan of the Kingdom. Of course, my mother was his first wife, and I was the rightful heir to the throne. I was given everything I desired. Toys, candy, clothing, money, animals. Anything I asked for, I was given. Truly a "silver-spoon" raising. My mother was a beautiful gem, far better than any of the other woman gifted to my father. But of course, my father told me the importance of having a harem was that it allowed A king to choose who he took to bed without recourse. A king, while in charge and able to take any individual to bed, had to have a code of morals too. And the woman must always be clean. Those were lessons my father tried to teach me of harems. And I believed them for quite a while. After all,t here was such a strong difference between the beautifully clothed women in my father's harem, and the lowly slaves that walked the halls.
My mother did most of the raising for daily purposes. Of course, she taught my to be a Prince, but she was the one in charge of my keeping through my toddler and adolescence. My father was quite busy running his empire and keeping his people happy. I was often with the harem, as they were confined to a certain segment of the palace where only few servants and the Sultan was allowed. It was well guarded and the women within treated as priceless gems that could only be touched and gazed upon when the Sultan deemed it necessary. I had much fun when I was young, playing with the silks of saris, and the discarded fabric of harem pants. I knew not what it meant to have my father in control of everything. I knew not what these women had to go through to become members of my father's harem. He was a king, gentle man, but there were some practices even he could not remove from his kingdom if he wished to please those officials that came wandering in and out of palace grounds.
Even then, I still had favorites among the women when my mother became cross with me, or had business to attend to. WE would play dress up and the women would dress me up in sari's, or adorn me with jewelry and line my eyes with kohl. One day, my father came to visit unexpectedly, and found me wearing a sari and scarves from one of my favorite wives, Naamah. When my father found me in this state, he was outraged, saying a prince should never wear the clothes of a woman. He struck me and stripped me of the beautiful cloths, destroying them. Naamah pleaded with my father, apologizing over and over, and paying her respects to him, even kissing his slippers. My father was inconsolable and cast out Naamah. She would be removed from his harem and the palace. It was the grandest mistake my father could eve have made. I still remember the cold look she gave my father as she was removed from the harem, stripped bare before the guards, and tossed out onto the streets. She looked back only once, as if to catch my eyes alone, nodded, and left, looking for cover, to hide her shame.
Of course, I was limited to my interactions with the harem women form that point on. The young girls that continued to be placed into my father's ever growing harem struggled to keep their gazes from me as I grew into myself as a Prince. When I reached adulthood, my father was quite old. He would smile at me, quite happily. He rarely sought my mother's company any longer, and she was becoming quite frail herself. Most of my time was spent with my father, at his side during meetings of his advisers and trade partners. I was being groomed exquisitely to be the next sultan, and those studies were my only focus. It was on a night such as this that i was studying quite late into the night. many in the palace had gone to sleep,but a slight breeze blew in through the sheets of gauze fabric that covered my window and balcony. I heard a voice. A weeping woman. one sad and sweet, lilting for help. My guards, while attentive, cautioned me against this noise. Instead, I sent them back to their posts and went to explore myself. What I found surprised even me.
Naamah, a gem of dark beauty, looking as if the years had not touched her. She stood clothed, with not a single tear streaming down her face. She was regally adorned, as if she had never left the harem. I could not believe my eyes, and instead, found myself retreating. My father had cast out this woman. i could not take her back into the palace. I would not speak with her. She had been cast out! Instead, she told me that she had a gift for my father, that she would like me to take it to him for her. When i refused, she became angry. When I refused again, sending her away in the same fashion my father had banished her with once before, she seemed to lost it. I angered her to the point of breaking. She spoke an incantation. shadows moved across the sands beneath my feet and I looked upon Naamah, who had been so beautiful, and was now a twisted thing. Sorcery was not allowed in our kingdom. I backed further, but the shadows held me fast. Instead, Naamah took out a bottle, rubbing it gently, and spoke more words, her eyes locked on myself. is tumbled backwards, just as something large and dark seemed to grip at me. It tugged upon my wrists, making them bleed. The pan was intense and I felt my life flowing from the veins in my wrists, that was, until cold links encircled them instead. I looked down on the cuffs with no link that seemed to bind me to something. And then I was tugged towards the bottle, disappearing inside the bleak space.
I did not understand what had happened until i was called forth form my bottle by none other but Naamah herself. She laughed wickedly, telling of how the country was in ruin, mourning the loss of it's prince, looking for me to no avail. How she had forced me to be a Djinn. How I would be cursed for the rest of my days, serving a master or mistress and living in squalor as Naamah had been forced to walk into. It was a frightening prospect, but it taught me much, Firstly, it taught me to hate woman. Always being summoned to be a companion, I was forced not only to be servant, but handmaiden, pet, and lesser positions. One woman treated me as nothing more than a footstool for the majority of her days.
The men were no better, seeking me to have their beds, forcing me to obey them by wasting their precious wishes. never making the third unless the were desperate or someone threatened them. For centuries, I was nothing better than a slave to the magic I wielded and the people who found my bottle. It was not until my last master, a young boy found me and kept me. He kept me for years, keeping me ad my bottle safe. I never aged, but I watched this boy grow, as if he were a son. he was kind, and taught me of what had happened in my home country. That my father had taken new wives and forgotten he had a sun. Eventually the regime broke down and the country was no longer run by sultans. He taught me newer ways of the world and reserved his wished for important things. When it came time for him to part the worlds, he wished for my freedom, giving the last breaths he had to free me from my prison.
Once I was free, I was quite disoriented. The magic was still there, as was much of the curse, except I did not have to report to anyone I did not wish to speak with. I could choose my own path. I went back to my home country and dmeandd retributions, explaining my noble bloodline. many of them laughed, but few who had been told of the old regime believed me. I have a manor in my home country, it is where my bottle is hidden, as I see the bottle as nothing more than a prison cell. It is buried deep, hidden away from prying eyes and hands. i will not return to it and no one will force me back inside. For now, my lavish lifestyle will continue, as I seek out my companions and build a harem of my own. After all, a Sultan must have one, yes? But no one said it had to be filled with women....
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Curry
ღ Hanif
ღ Harems
ღ Touching
ღ Supple Bodies
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Weak bodies
✘ Enslavement
✘ His Bottle
✘ Pointless Chattering
✘ Females
X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞
A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can He has all the powers of a Djinn, however he is no longer limited to granting wishes at the beck and call of another. He can make his own magic, effecting situations and the world around him simply. He also sustains a familiar, who comes in the shape of a cat.
Yes, there is some side things, like Though he has the ability to use magic at will, he sees it as a weakness, and tries to handle his problems as a normal individual. He is also very, very touchy-feely and likes to have his hands on everything. And this is Hanif, Amir's cat familair!
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
