Faruq Banoub {{Sayyid Ishtar}} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
worstoftwominds) wrote2012-11-30 10:59 pm
worstoftwominds) wrote2012-11-30 10:59 pm
Entry tags:
ooc ☥ biography
FORGET
Sayyid Ishtar was the eldest of three children born to the mid-twentieth century leader of the tomb-keepers guarding the secrets of the Lost Pharaoh, living underground out in the deserts. From birth he was destined to follow his father as leader, and bear the ritual of having the secrets carved into the flesh of his back on his tenth birthday. It's a fate all the firstborn sons and heirs had to endure, and while many before and one after would resent this fate, Sayyid didn't care either way. It was his father who hesitated.
From early years, the eccentric life and expectations pushed upon the boy bore strange fruit, and while no one could be certain the exact cause, he was growing into a man to be feared. Callous, aggressive, and reckless with family and servants alike, he showed no qualms against harming others, and no urge to take his role as future leader and protector seriously. Worse still, he had a strange, innate talent with the magical golden items the family guarded, and would often take the one known as the Millennium Rod and use it to control the minds of others, causing further terror of what he might do if allowed complete autonomy over the group.
Fearful of the future, and aware he had a second son who took their traditions almost too seriously, Sayyid's father came to a grim decision. While Sayyid might have been handed a little magical reprieve from his life underground, he never lived to see his own coming of age. Using the ritual of carving the family secrets in his back as a cover, his father sacrificed his firstborn for the good of his people, never aware how his son's hate for him seeped into the very stones of their home, mixing with a resentment of his younger brother Isam, when a year later he dutifully endured the family ritual - the true one, meant for Sayyid, but never allowed.
DISCARD
Some years later, the tomb-keepers were blessed with the first son born into the Ishtar family in forty or so years. Thus, some ten years after, the first child since Isam was put to the blade. Unlike him, the boy Marik's mind was filled with hate and resentment instead of duty - feelings a still lingering little uncle could empathize with- cling to, even. A still powerful will, Sayyid's spirit seeped into Marik's heart, using him to breath new life into his own tainted soul. It took sacrifice - letting everything of himself go, but as long as he clung to their matching hate, told himself he was Marik, too, it worked. He found himself a new body.
But he couldn't control him - not with Rishid forever in the shadow of the boy. Hatred of the father, even the resentful love of a sister, he could relate to. But he had no feelings to compare to the loyalty, the complete, willing submission of this adoptive brother and servant. As long as Rishid was there, he could not truly be Marik. If Marik had this loyal brother, and he did not, how could he be Marik?
Once, he had a reprieve, and nearly managed to remove the problem. Isam beat Rishid for helping Marik and his sister escape above ground for a day, and seeing Rishid lifeless on the ground sprouted a hatred in the boy, a window for him to claw out and face his brother - his father himself, with working hands, with the Rod in hand. And "Marik" cut him down, cut down the man who replaced him and cut him and was cut in his place, all rolled into one. Finally, he had his vengeance, and with the taste of it still on his tongue he turned to do the same to the good brother, dead or not. But he was not dead, as it turned out, and as soon as Rishid opened his eyes he was blind and mute once more, with only of shock and grief and rage of the "other" Marik to comfort him.
Five more years he waited for another chance, but it was nothing next to the lifeless existence he had in the tomb. He had a body, under his control or not, and his other self continued to feed his hatred, keeping them both alive as the years slipped by on schemes of vengeance against a king long dead. His younger, sillier half blamed the king for their father's death, and he accepted the idea, too. The thoughts of vengeance and power appealed to him, mistaken or not, and he would follow them through for the both of them, when the chance came.
And it did- Rishid threw his own life on the line in the seemingly innocent card game tournament, and ended up injured unconscious before him once more, not getting back up. It was too easy, taking hold of their body once more, and even if his other self remained aware this time, saw him for the first time, and tried to fight back through others, the body was his now. He was Marik, and he would finish this fight, and cut down anyone who tried to stop him.
But no - even when he defeated every opponent in his path, tortured their souls, and faced the pharaoh his other half hated so, he'd never had a proper chance to make sure Rishid stayed down this time. When the brother rose and called out to him, in the middle of the fight, that other half of his fought back, forced his way back into their body, and pushed him away. Caught in his own trap, Marik - Sayyid- could only watch as he was thrown away again.
CASTOFF
A young boy once more - caught in the age he was at Sayyid's death - Faruq Banoub has no properly replaced memory. He was simply been “wiped clean”. His “background” is written in his hospital files, though, and his doctors claim he murdered a classmate, forgot it, and everything else from the event as a mental defense mechanism. He was sent to specialists in Asphodel to study his psychological state, to better understand and help him.
Faruq doesn't quite disbelieve the story, but being locked up so tight and medicated mix with the rage of his past life, leaving him bitter towards his surroundings and the medical staff. He's not allowed out of his room unattended, and is kept from other patients during his recreation time. He sneaks off to talk to others largely just to spite this rule, rather than to make any friends. He also gets out in the evenings, when his nurses are always reckless in watching him.
Sayyid Ishtar was the eldest of three children born to the mid-twentieth century leader of the tomb-keepers guarding the secrets of the Lost Pharaoh, living underground out in the deserts. From birth he was destined to follow his father as leader, and bear the ritual of having the secrets carved into the flesh of his back on his tenth birthday. It's a fate all the firstborn sons and heirs had to endure, and while many before and one after would resent this fate, Sayyid didn't care either way. It was his father who hesitated.
From early years, the eccentric life and expectations pushed upon the boy bore strange fruit, and while no one could be certain the exact cause, he was growing into a man to be feared. Callous, aggressive, and reckless with family and servants alike, he showed no qualms against harming others, and no urge to take his role as future leader and protector seriously. Worse still, he had a strange, innate talent with the magical golden items the family guarded, and would often take the one known as the Millennium Rod and use it to control the minds of others, causing further terror of what he might do if allowed complete autonomy over the group.
Fearful of the future, and aware he had a second son who took their traditions almost too seriously, Sayyid's father came to a grim decision. While Sayyid might have been handed a little magical reprieve from his life underground, he never lived to see his own coming of age. Using the ritual of carving the family secrets in his back as a cover, his father sacrificed his firstborn for the good of his people, never aware how his son's hate for him seeped into the very stones of their home, mixing with a resentment of his younger brother Isam, when a year later he dutifully endured the family ritual - the true one, meant for Sayyid, but never allowed.
DISCARD
Some years later, the tomb-keepers were blessed with the first son born into the Ishtar family in forty or so years. Thus, some ten years after, the first child since Isam was put to the blade. Unlike him, the boy Marik's mind was filled with hate and resentment instead of duty - feelings a still lingering little uncle could empathize with- cling to, even. A still powerful will, Sayyid's spirit seeped into Marik's heart, using him to breath new life into his own tainted soul. It took sacrifice - letting everything of himself go, but as long as he clung to their matching hate, told himself he was Marik, too, it worked. He found himself a new body.
But he couldn't control him - not with Rishid forever in the shadow of the boy. Hatred of the father, even the resentful love of a sister, he could relate to. But he had no feelings to compare to the loyalty, the complete, willing submission of this adoptive brother and servant. As long as Rishid was there, he could not truly be Marik. If Marik had this loyal brother, and he did not, how could he be Marik?
Once, he had a reprieve, and nearly managed to remove the problem. Isam beat Rishid for helping Marik and his sister escape above ground for a day, and seeing Rishid lifeless on the ground sprouted a hatred in the boy, a window for him to claw out and face his brother - his father himself, with working hands, with the Rod in hand. And "Marik" cut him down, cut down the man who replaced him and cut him and was cut in his place, all rolled into one. Finally, he had his vengeance, and with the taste of it still on his tongue he turned to do the same to the good brother, dead or not. But he was not dead, as it turned out, and as soon as Rishid opened his eyes he was blind and mute once more, with only of shock and grief and rage of the "other" Marik to comfort him.
Five more years he waited for another chance, but it was nothing next to the lifeless existence he had in the tomb. He had a body, under his control or not, and his other self continued to feed his hatred, keeping them both alive as the years slipped by on schemes of vengeance against a king long dead. His younger, sillier half blamed the king for their father's death, and he accepted the idea, too. The thoughts of vengeance and power appealed to him, mistaken or not, and he would follow them through for the both of them, when the chance came.
And it did- Rishid threw his own life on the line in the seemingly innocent card game tournament, and ended up injured unconscious before him once more, not getting back up. It was too easy, taking hold of their body once more, and even if his other self remained aware this time, saw him for the first time, and tried to fight back through others, the body was his now. He was Marik, and he would finish this fight, and cut down anyone who tried to stop him.
But no - even when he defeated every opponent in his path, tortured their souls, and faced the pharaoh his other half hated so, he'd never had a proper chance to make sure Rishid stayed down this time. When the brother rose and called out to him, in the middle of the fight, that other half of his fought back, forced his way back into their body, and pushed him away. Caught in his own trap, Marik - Sayyid- could only watch as he was thrown away again.
CASTOFF
A young boy once more - caught in the age he was at Sayyid's death - Faruq Banoub has no properly replaced memory. He was simply been “wiped clean”. His “background” is written in his hospital files, though, and his doctors claim he murdered a classmate, forgot it, and everything else from the event as a mental defense mechanism. He was sent to specialists in Asphodel to study his psychological state, to better understand and help him.
Faruq doesn't quite disbelieve the story, but being locked up so tight and medicated mix with the rage of his past life, leaving him bitter towards his surroundings and the medical staff. He's not allowed out of his room unattended, and is kept from other patients during his recreation time. He sneaks off to talk to others largely just to spite this rule, rather than to make any friends. He also gets out in the evenings, when his nurses are always reckless in watching him.