❛ it would depend on what you label as magic, i suppose. ❜ the russians were certainly superstitious, although sonya wasn’t certain whether or not one could classify the witchcraft many healers practiced as MAGIC. ❛ i have to admit, i do not remember hearing about many magicians in moscow –– though i cannot say the same for st. petersburg, monsieur. ❜
she fumbles with the folds of her gown, cheeks still rosy. she hadn’t expected to be so fond of his act; natasha had thought it would be a magnificent event to experience, and so sonya had blindly gone along with her. hesitant as she was, she finds her stomach still cartwheeling, adrenaline still flowing through the blood in her veins. it all looked so … real. ❛ are you thinking of taking your routine to the rest of the world? truthfully, i imagine you would be well-received anywhere you go ! ❜
It’s a thought, he might extend any tour he’s ever able to achieve ( he prays fame is a goal easily met ) across the world should there be a call for it. A chance to taste new cultures whilst impressing the world with brutal tricks that, should the truth be exposed to the GRINNING and cheering audience, would terrify the vulnerable. There’s a kick to be had in impressing the masses with murder.
His thought is interrupted, but he smiles as his gaze falls upon her. Cruelty and magic aside, he’s truly glad to see her reeling from the performance. Jon thrives on the cheers of the masses, one cannot be shocked when they discover the height of his pride.
“ Then perhaps I might, I’ll gladly take the honest words of a sweet woman. “
❛ Alistair? ❜ he asked, not that Marco was under the impression that a stage name was real—– nonetheless, he wouldn’t miss a face considering how many he kept for HIMSELF. ❛ My father took me to see your shows when I was younger. Watching you…taught mea lot. ❜
If anything made the magician feel old, it was THAT. It took him a moment to smile, a small curve, and take it as some form of a compliment. He turns, hazel eyes look him head to toe, he means to read him as best as tired eyes would allow. He’s curious, in what way did the great magician teach the small boy? Tricks, or true magic?
“ I’m pleased to have inspired a new generation. What do you do? “
Smike did work, but this man was correct: the young man did not work for him. Adorned in his robes as the APOTHECARY of Romeo and Juliet, he cut a most strange figure among the decorated finery and circumstance of the magician’s crew. As far as he could remember, he had been following Nicholas and Miss Snevellici down the street, all three on their way to do a small performance for a small crowd in a different theatre because, as Mr Crummles said, they needed to draw in a larger audience. Evidently, Smike had wandered into the WRONG theatre altogether.
He clenched his hands together, lapsing into his habit of being frightened at this man’s rough tone of voice. “Ah–ah was, trying t’ find th’ theatre,” Smike explained, blinking and stuttering. “For–for–for, the theatre, company. Mister–” He flounders a bit, the name not rolling off his tongue as easily as he thought it would. “For Mister Crummles!”
This one’s a NUISANCE already, but Jon stands in wait of an explanation. With his top hat still upon his head he appears taller than usual, though Jon stands at an intimidating height already. His stare might worsen the lost thing’s nerves, and he prayed it would. London consists of a great deal of competition to his work, it’s the age of the showman, and EVERYONE wanted each other’s secrets. It had crossed his mind that perhaps this one might be a spy, a damn good actor playing the part of a stuttering mess to seek Alistair the Enchanter’s most prized secrets.
And so he would show no concern for him. He nears, nodding as though he understands the poor thing’s predicament, but Jon is close to striking the trembling figure. “ You're LOST? What a pity that is, I suspect there is someone looking for you? “
“ It’s the MONEY, isn’t it? The dresses, the riches… that’s why you’d choose me. “
He teases, no doubt the small fortune their famed shows give them is a desirableplus to his company, but she chooses himfor him. As he would choose her; it’s enough of a boost to swell his already fat and overbearing ego. Jon huffs, and feigns a look of hurt, a hand rises to rest upon his broken heart. “ I knew it. “
“ WELL then do share. You can always trust a magician to keep a secret. “
True, a magician could take a secret to his inevitable grave, but a man like JON was a difficult one to place. One could never trust a magician, he might proclaim ‘ achievements ’ never achieved, impossible things to the usual man or woman. Who could say what was truth and what was fiction? “ No one ever believes a magician, so even if I am to share what I hear, few will take my words as truth. “
so tomorrow is my last ever day at college ( I got my provisional grades today, i’m the first person ever on this course at this college to get the highest grade possible ayyy ) and it’s an early start, so things won’t start coming until I get home just after lunch tomorrow. just 3 hours tomorrow and I’m FREE !!
01. Although he's inspired by The Prestige, Jonathan is completely my own creation. 02. Slow replies are very likely, I do have 3 months now until I start uni but I have 5 other muses and co-run a historic roleplay masterlist blog, so some days I might not be here at all. Unless I've posted something about a hiatus etc, then I will reply to things, just bear with me. 03. There will be triggering content on this blog, please see below for a list of triggers. I have one trigger, and I ask that you please tag anything relating to animal harm/injuries. 04. I'm 23, so nsfw is possible, see below. 05. All icons are made by me, as was the psd. I do enjoy making icons, so if you'd like some with different psd drop me a message and I'll see what I can do for you. 06. HATE FREE, I'm so sick a tired of drama and hate spreading on this bloody website so if you're going to post it, I'm going to unfollow.
WRITER
01. I'm Bea, and have too many sons to balance well so there's gonna be a lot of slow replies and (sometimes) low activity every once in a while. 02. /with passion/ I love history, so much, I can't even explain it. Yeah Jon's set in the Victorian period but I freaking adore the 20's (see my muse list and yeah I got me some 20's sons too h a h) 03. I'm English. From England. But crumpets are disgusting. 04. I've just finished 2 years at college, old student alert, studing film & tv media, and I'll be starting at uni this september to study a film production and screen writing joint honours. So it's likely I'll be taking Jon into my coursework, as well as my other two ocs, so expect a lot of sudden character development from september onwards. 05. I can be slow at replying to messages and asks, it's just me being me and unorganised, it's never you, I'm just s l o w. 06. If I'm not here, I might be found on one of my other blogs...
01. I format my posts, but I don't expect you to. I don't care if you do, don't or how you do it, as long as you're happy then so am I. 02. If you'd like to continue an ask on, please move it to a new post. Don't reblog the ask. 03. I don't make welcome starters, if you'd like to interact drop me an ask, tag me in a random thing, or like a starter call. 04. Don't godmod. I understand a tiny, tiny bit of it might be necessary to move the thread along, that's fine, but if you completely control what Jon does then I'll be pissed and probably drop the thread. This also applies to if he attempts to hurt your muse, reminder he's a murderer, and your muse suddenly 'moves out of the way just in time' when it's impossible to do so... g od just don't. 05. So because he's a murderer, he's likely to change quite quickly, particularly when triggered. If you're not comfortably with him hurting your muse, I suggest you a) don't do it, b) don't follow. 06. I do one-linders, short things, paras, whatever. I like the variation.
TRIGGERS
As Jon commits acts of violence on and off stage, there will be numerous strong triggers on this blog, each of them tagged appropriately ('trigger' tw). Triggers include:
VIOLENCE . GORE . BLOOD . MURDER ALCOHOL . DRUG USE
SHIPPING
To be added (i'm tired ok)
VERSES
Add tomorrow, I'm really tired.
BASICS
FULL NAME: Jonathan Alistair Botts OTHER: Alistair the Enchanter, Jon, AGE: 37 BIRTHDATE: 11th June 1860 BIRTHPLACE: New York, USA NATIONALITY: American GENDER: Male SEXUALity: Heterosexual Heteromantic SPECIES: Human, Witch OCCUPATION: Magician RESIDENCE: London, England ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil FATHER: Timothy Botts MOTHER: Lavinia Botts née Cole
PHYSICAL
HEIGHT: 6'2" WEIGHT: 171 lbs BODY: Muscular, slim HAIR: Dark chocolate brown with a gentle wave to it, locks don't quite form a curl but give the impression of volume. Neatly set with light pomade when on stage, somewhat untamed and messy when casual. EYES: Thick hazel, but when cast in the lights that line the stage they can appear quite red, a crimson shade that exaggerates the terror of his tricks.
OTHER
VICES: Recreational drugs, alcohol, gambling, power, pride FEARS: Aquaphobia; or waterfright is a persistent and abnormal fear of water. Aquaphobia is a specific phobia that involves a level of fear that is beyond the patient's control or that may interfere with daily life. Fear began when he witnessed his father drown in a tank during a trick on stage.
LIKES: Power, popularity, feminine perfume, murder, (most) people, recreational drugs, alcohol, blades, the colour red, renaissance art, science, rain, clothing that costs more than he can afford, cats, magic, medieval torture devices, travel. DISLIKES: Water, dogs, opera, heat, overcrowded areas, boats, children. LANGUAGES: English, he believes he can speak French well but is only confident in the most basic of words, some Italian. ABILITIES: Liquid manipulation, telekiness HABITS/ADDICTIONS/ETC: Taps fingers when agitated, cocaine, opium.