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Jadir Al Jazirat Aldaayiein

Legal Name: Jadir Al Jazirat Aldaayiein

Nicknames: Jay

Aliases: The Cobra Prince, Knife of the Cliffs, Price of Thieves

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Height: 6'2

Hair: Brown

Scars/Birthmarks: Scar across right cheek & eye, scars across back and hands

Other Distinguishing Features: Gold and Ruby jewelry, Red eyes, fairy tattoo on left pec

Appearance: Red, Yellow and Brown clothes, pockets, snake motifs

Birthday: 15th March

Gang: Fae Syndicate

Known Family: Sadira (Mother), Jafer (Father), Yasmine Al Jazirat Aldaayiein (Twin Sister), Cormac Stabbington (Brother), Reza Vizier (Brother), (Other Relatives)

Ugh I feel you, happened to me too in dorms.

To whoever triggered the fire alarm at five in the morning: Sincerely, fuck you.

They’ve cut Gaza off from the world

Yzla Sorcerer

Legal Name: Yzla Sorcerer

Nicknames: N/A

Aliases: N/A

Gender: Genderqueer

Age: 17

Height: 5'10

Hair: Light Purple

Scars/Birthmarks: Scars across left shoulder, light Purple magic birthmarks

Other Distinguishing Features: Silver headpiece, moon pendant, Purple eyes, Crescent Moon tattoo on upper forearm

Appearance: Dark Blue and Silver flowing clothes, Silver jewelry

Birthday: 3rd May

Gang: Silver Witches

Known Family: Yzma (Mother), Cedric the Sorcerer (Father), Zevon Sorcerer (Brother), Yaz Sorcerer (Brother), (Other Incan Relatives)

VK Hierarchy

Due to Maleficent's position as ruler of the Isle, Mal is automatically considered at the top of the food chain. Mal first came onto the streets at 10 as an enforcer for her mother. As the years went on she made a name for self by being ruthless, Mal also started to put a gang together and went off on her own, Maleficent's territory slowly became more known as Mal's. Though Mal does still live in Bargin Castle and does report to her mother, however she has stopped being an enforcer and has made her own name for herself instead of just being Maleficent's enforcer. The Fae Syndicate is one of the most dangerous gangs on the isle and controls a large territory.

The Fae Syndicate is closely followed by The Burbers and the two Pirate Crews The Burbers are a large gang and they hold a lot of territory, they are lead by Yasmine daughter of Jafer and Jay's twin, Yasmine is a formidable woman who earned her place by killing the former leader of the Burbers after he broke sanctum. Her second is Hugo Rourke, who is know for his sheer strength and the fact that he is loyal to the bone.

Both Uma's and Harriet's Pirate Crews have a decent amount of territory, they also have access to the only fresh food supply and they control all the docks on the Isle. Uma's crew control the left side of harbour town from the dark cliffs and Ursula's to the barge docks in the centre of harbour town. They also stretch up enough to control some of the edges of the town proper. Harriet's crew control the right side of harbour town from the Jolly Rodger and Hook's Inlet to the barge docks. They also control some of the edges of the town proper

The Lost Children and the Merchant Punks are next, they garner a lot of respect and fear. The Lost Children, led by Anthoney Tremaine, because they are the oldest on the Isle and had to cut their place out, to be seen as more than just extensions of their parents, the Lost Children are also different because they only except those who were born with the first two years on the isle.

The Merchant Punks, led by Leo Silver, are a large gang with a large territory, they control the majority of the Bazaar and the shops so you don't wan to anger them less you lose access to most things on the isle. 

The gangs are mainly on equal footing though and as things like territory and supplies and allies are always changing there is no sure fire way to know who is better than the others, though all the gangs like to say they are the best.

Do you respond to DMs?

Yes

This is amazing I love it. Claudine’s appearance, Harry asking who Jesus is. The feels. ❤️

Written for @descendantsworldbuilding for @descendantsgiftexchange ! Enjoy <3 AO3

"I don't think this is such a good idea."

Uma tramps up the hillside, the frosty grass crunching underneath her feet. The wind seems to get colder and colder as she and Harry traverse closer to the forest.

"We're just going on the edge," she calls back to her not-quite-officially-first-mate (after all, you need a ship to have a first mate, and all Uma has right now is Murphy's dinghy, which he uses every day but Tuesday to fish, so it's not much use). "And we'll get a bush."

Harry frowns. "But it was a tree on the TV," he says. "But okay. If you say so, captain."

The two slip and slide down the muddy hill, down to the creepy forest. Uma hasn't gone here before. She's explored every corner of the Isle, from Scar's "Pridelands" to every nook of the dock. Here it is a mystery.

But she's not here to explore--she's here to get a bush for a Christmas tree.

The Isle doesn't celebrate Christmas. Why would they? All that nonsense about being good and nice--Uma had thought it was hilarious. Nevertheless, commercials from Auradon played on the small TV at the Chip Shoppe. Both Uma and Harry had seen how Gil's eyes had lit up when he saw the decorated tree, complete with candles (fire hazard, Harry had pointed out, which was rich coming from a Hook of all people. But maybe he meant it like a good thing.) and glittery glass balls.

Since Gil is not-quite-but-technically-her-second-mate, Uma decided she would give Gil a Christmas tree. Or bush.

Uma takes the knife she smuggled from the kitchen and glances around, looking for an appropriately sized bush. The two children remain at the edge of the forest, unwilling to go much further.

"I heard Madam Mim lives down here," Harry says, picking up a stick and swinging it experimentally around.

"Uh-huh," Uma says.

"Come here, Harry, I found it," she says, pointing to a scraggly, thorny bush that was appropriately sized for them to carry around without looking too weird.

"That doesn't look like the tree we saw on TV."

"They don't grow here," Uma says. Indeed, the only trees that grew on the Isle were bare and black and thorny. They had once been green, the older kids always said. Uma never believed them.

"Not even the trees like us," Harry says.

"It's missing something," Harry says. They managed to lug the bush without getting too many thorns in their hands, and without Gil spotting them. It is meant to be a surprise, after all.

"Yeah, those glass balls," Uma says. Where could she find something similar...? Glass balls themselves wouldn't be here, on the Isle, but if she found colourful glass of some sort that she could string onto the prickly branches...

"And those candles!" Harry has that fire-loving look in his eye.

"No," Uma sighs. A thought strikes her. "Hey, Frollo has those fancy glass windows in his church, right?" The windows of the church itself are boarded up, but Uma is fairly the old bastard has some fancy glass somewhere. Harriet says he does, she remembers when he hadn't boarded up the windows, and Uma doubts he would've gotten rid of them entirely.

Harry glances at her. "I'll get the bat," he says, immediately catching onto what she's suggesting. The bat, of course, being the weapon of choice when going anywhere near Frollo.

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Uma and Harry, who is now armed with a bat he had to wrestle away from CJ, walk towards the church, which is really just a stone building with a fancy entrance. The only reason why Frollo hasn't been ransacked is because of his stupid guards who hunt down anyone and anything. Loyal like dogs, is what Ursula had said. Was being loyal like a dog a bad thing? Well, Frollo's guards were a nuisance anyway.

They walk through the streets of the Isle, the wind still cold and nipping at their bare hands and faces. Luckily for Uma, she won't have to deal with Mal, because Frollo's church is just bordering on Mad Maddy's territory, and Mal has made an enemy of the Mim, so Uma is safe--as safe as she can be, that is. Mad Maddy and Uma are on decent terms, but Uma doesn't trust Maddy as far as she can throw her.

"No guards today," Harry says happily, when the stone church comes into view.

"Good," Uma says. Guards would have just been an obstacle to overcome, but she wouldn't have let them stop her. She is determined to get this for Gil.

Harry stands guard while Uma climbs up onto the window ledge and kicks down the wooden boards, rotting and poorly placed. Almost like a child put them up. Oh well, all the better for Uma, it just means it's easier for her to get through.

She lifts Harry into the empty, musty church, immediately muffling a sneeze. It is completely empty, devoid of life. There's one pew--either because there weren't enough when Frollo initially claimed this building as his or he just expects everyone to stand--and some sort of table up at the front, with a little cross nailed onto the wall, and a door leading to another part of the building. Uma doesn't see any stained glass here.

"What do we do if we don't find any?"

"I bet the Tremaines have some," Uma says in response. And if not the Tremaines, then Ginny Gothel. And if not her, then...Uma could figure something out. Maybe she could die some pieces of fabric.It didn't matter, she would make this tree for Gil.

They head down the hallway, peering into the rooms for these stained glass windows. There's a room with a cot--does Frollo sleep here? Uma wishes she had brought some rotting fish--and a room filled with--

Stained glass windows!

Uma gestures Harry over and they head into the room, Harry swinging around his bat to smash them into decent sized chunks. They're harder to smash than they look, and it takes them a good few minutes to get the pieces into a decent size.

"Uma?"

Uma kicks aside some boring shards of yellow glass and looks up at Harry. "What?" she asks. Harry simply points, and Uma turns, and there's a girl dressed in a drab grey dress, dark eyes comically wide as she witnesses Uma and Harry destroying the glass. Uma and the girl look at each other for a few seconds, Uma wondering if she'll ever start talking.

The girl clears her throat, and summons a righteous look of anger on her face. "Why are you desecrating the art of this church?" she demands, her voice hoarse. Uma tilts her head.

"We're celebrating Christmas," she says haughtily, fully aware she has been caught at the scene of her crime by who Uma assumes is Frollo's child. She pities the woman who had to bear this kid, and put up with Frollo of all people, who is definitely worse than ninety percent of the Isle.

The girl sputters. "By destroying things?!" she demands. "By destroying the visage of the blessed saints?!"

"We're decorating our tree," Harry says, holding up a bag with multicolored glass shards.

The two begin to stroll out casually, their mission complete. Uma steals a glance at the girl, who's mouth is opening and closing like a dying fish, following after them, like a scolding schoolteacher.

Finally, she gathers her words. "The tree isn't--that's not Christmas! Christmas is about out Lord and Saviour Jesus--"

Uma and Harry close the heavy wooden door to the church, cutting of the girl's voice.

"That was weird," Harry says.

"Yeah," Uma agrees. "Next stop, the Tremaines."

"...Hey, Uma," Harry says. "Who's Jesus?"

Uma shrugs. Probably someone from Auradon.

.

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The Tremaines are closed, but Uma doesn't care and marches straight in. Harry is slightly reluctant to go in, perhaps worried he might see his sister and Anthony...ahem, passionately intertwined. But the only ones there are Diana and Dizzy Tremaine.

"Can't you all read the sign?" Diana asks, not glancing up from the mess of craft materials she and her sister have dragged out.

"No," Harry says. "I'm illiterate." He drops the bag of glass onto the table. "Can you make some ornaments out of these?"

"Where'd you get this?" Diana opens the bag and peers inside. She whistles in surprise. "You got your hands on some stained glass. Is the barge in town or something?"

"No," Uma shakes her head. The barge won't come until the spring, she knows. They already received their autumn-winter garbage drop off. "We got this from Frollo."

"He gave it to you?" Diana blinks. "He must have been in a really good mood. Christmas spirit, maybe."

"No, we stole them," Uma says, narrowing her eyes. As if she'd ever make a deal with Frollo. "Can you make them into ornaments or not?"

"What's in it for me?" Diana crosses her arms. Dizzy is still completely absorbed in gluing together two pieces of gold chains. Harry is eyeing the pile next to her, perhaps an idea brewing.

In the end, Diana takes all the green and purple coloured bits of glass, citing she wants them for earrings, which leaves the two pirates with the red, the white, and the blue. It's fine, but Uma wishes she still had the green. It is, after all, supposed to be a Christmas tree, and green is a Christmas colour. At least Diana did a good job of smoothing down the edges of the glass so that Uma doesn't cut her fingers every time she handles them.

And, just as Uma thought, Harry bartered with Dizzy to get some of those gold chains to string around the bush. It wasn't a fair deal, but hey, Dizzy is four, she would be fine.

Having secured the decorations, their next stop is Big Murphy's dinghy (which is Uma's on Tuesdays), where the teen is getting ready to go fish before it gets too cold. "Hey, Murphy," Uma says. "Can we get some fishing twine?"

Murphy peers at them, then the stuff they're holding in their hands, and then back to them. "Why?" he asks suspiciously.

"Why do you want to know?" Harry says.

Murphy raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, you look like you're up to no good."

"We're," Uma glances around, searching for Gil. She can't see him, but she lowers her voice anyway. "We're making a Christmas tree for Gil. We need the twine to hang up the decorations."

Murphy doesn't look very convinced, so Uma decides she'll throw in a deal to sweeten it.

"If you give us one roll of twine," Uma says. "You get free meals at the Shoppe for a weak." Ursula would make her do double shifts for a month for this deal, but it would definitely be worth it.

Murphy blinks at her sudden generosity. "Three meals a day?"

"One."

"Two," Murphy counters.

"Deal."

He hands over the twine. "Have fun," he says.

"Ursula's gonna kill you for that deal," Harry say.

"Yeah, and?" Uma retorts. "Let's go decorate the tree."

hey were u aware that theres a 3rd kid in Pinocchio 1940 named Alexander? i just found it funny that Lampwick named his own son after him in ur au!

No actually, I just thought the name sounded good.

what picrew did you use for Mallory Mim?

it's called Witchcrew

and let the history books name joe biden, rishi sunak, justin trudeau, emmanuel macron, ursula von der leyen and every other world leader who did not step in to prevent the genocide of palestine as cold-blooded murderers. may they face a shred of the immeasurable pain and suffering they allowed to be committed against 2.2. million innocent lives.