http://obviousroyal.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] obviousroyal.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] headmouseter 2011-09-08 08:12 pm (UTC)

Princess Jasmine




Name: Rose Marie
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Other Characters: Charlotte La Bouff


Name: Jasmine
Movie/series: Aladdin
Year/Position: 1st Year College
Non/Speaking Animal/Companion(if any): None~
Powers: None
Canon history: Here. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Jasmine)
AU history: Born into royalty, Jasmine spent all of her days growing up inside Agrabah’s palace walls. Horribly sequestered from the world outside, not to mention smothered by the world inside, she longed to be able to make her own decisions and go where she pleased. That longing led her to run away from the palace, where she eventually met and was saved by a boy in the marketplace. Without her title as a princess to change how he acted towards her, she found herself treated as a normal girl, and soon found herself enamored with the young man . He was brave, cunning, kind, and full of hope; that was something she didn’t see often in the men that frequented the palace. However, fate proved far too cruel; Jafar had sent Razoul and his fellow guards to hunt down the boy. Unable to disobey Jafar, even after Jasmine revealed herself and ordered them to stop, the boy was sent to the dungeons, and Jasmine was returned to the “safety” of the palace.

When questioning Jafar about the warrant for the boy’s arrest, she was told (and subsequently believed) that he was unfairly sentenced to death. Heartbroken for the first time in her life, bitter, angry, and repulsed by Jafar, she spent the next few days in tearful agony, mourning her friend... the only friend she ever made (outside of Rajah).

However, as time passed, something seemed off, even to her; her misery went beyond that of normal grieving... It was then that the Mist first began to sweep into the deserts of Agrabah, slowly but surely affecting the people in the city. Alongside her father and his vizier, they successfully evacuated the kingdom into the north-western regions of the Middle Kingdom, away from the Mist’s grasp. Without the “security” of the Palace walls serving as her protective cage, she was confined to a guarded tent. As one can imagine, the lack of space and liberty made for a very restless princess. She trapped in that ridiculously space under the guise of “security,” her home was in danger, and she was unable to properly help her people. None of that sat agreed with her heart, already so distraught from the boy’s apparent death.

The only redeeming factor of being evacuated and confined? The law demanding she marry before her 16th birthday had put on hold since proper ceremonies couldn’t be carried out so far from the sanctity of the Palace. However, it wasn’t much consolation. She spent her days pacing about, trying to figure out how to make herself useful when she was in such a predicament.

Then, a ray of hope was delivered to her: a letter of acceptance from Walt Disney Academy, signed by the headmaster himself. This was her chance! She could escape being cooped up, help find a way to stop and destroy the Black Mist (which had uprooted her father and her people from their relatively happy lives), and it had the extra bonus of proving herself capable as not only a Princess, but also as an independent young woman. Determination renewed, she begged and pleaded with the Sultan (while away from Jafar’s ears, of course). After reassuring him that she would be safer at the Academy, and after giving him the promise of returning with a way to reclaim their home and kingdom, he let her go with a heavy heart.

A year has passed since then.

She made a few friends while at the Academy, and lost most of them to their decision to leave; however, many of her memories of a handful of individuals has become foggy, leaving her with nothing but inexplicable feelings of hopelessness and heartache, usually rearing their heads after reoccurring nightmares. Something about... someone... she can’t put her finger on it, though.


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