Lord Mozenrath

Ruler of the Black Sands and the greatest sorcerer of all the Seven Sands. (fan account. no longer rp for now)

[lordmozen]

NOT AN RP ACC ANYMORE

I’ve lost my muse for Mozenrath unfortunately, so I’ll be cancelling all roleplays for now and I’ll just repost things about Mozenrath and what not :,)

You already know who I am.

I have decided to entertain myself with these social medias and open a door for outsiders to communicate with me. I welcome anyone who considers themselves a *real* evil-doer to try reaching out to me. I do not guarantee I will respond, I am a very busy man. I am the most vicious and most powerful villain you will ever meet and it’s in your best interest that I am your ally. Of course, I don’t mind dealing with my foes. I will do so very easily, mind you. I am a master with magic and sorcery. I’m also very handsome but you don’t have to say it, I already know.

I’m 6 feet, an ambitious and very evil villain who does not let ‘morals’ hold me back, I like to be to the point, I am a scorpio and my MBTI is ISTJ-A. I am single, but don’t get any funny ideas. I read this is how you introduce yourself on the internet.

I have these available in case you want to fund me.

cashapp, venmo, paypal, ko-fi, stripe, zelle, alipay, wechat pay, amazon wishlist, discord wishlist, my tiktok shop full of magical trinkets, instagram shop (same) : [he gives a link to all the stuff here]

I particularly enjoy candied fruits, dried fruits, and yogurts. I also order Uber. My favourite meat is lamb.

I will occasionally allow Xerxes to speak.

[ooc notes below]

admin is 18+ and idm suggestive+ rps

mozenrath is definitely going to be rude *always*, if you dont want me to interact with u cuz of that its fine.

i am comfortable with many *very dark* themes and dont mind indulging (of course, with mutual admin respect and consent) 🤷 beware if thats not ur cup of tea

as to not make mozenrath too OP, he cannot straight up teleport, but he can cast smoke and fly (away). there are some other restrictions i wont list here

if you want to humiliate or berate mozenrath idgaf go do it. he deserves it

[utherpendragon913]

Just a quick drawing of Mozenrath and I, while I pull his turban, haha.

I got this sudden crush on him, and I just recalled I can draw and I have free will.

Don't get me wrong, I am head over heels for him, but I would love pulling him like that because he looks very cute and silly. I love him ✨❤️

[apetronart]

Mozenrath never considered a career in comedy. Before Aladdin, his audience had always been rather lifeless.

[lumin228]

a demonstration of all my talents

I can also do animation 😇

P.s

I'd be glad if you looked at the pinned post, there's a chance to get a free sketch!! or give me an idea for more content

[wera323]

[wera323]

[thesqueezyy]

Mozenrath bc hes cool : ) and I need him

[d88ng30nm1str3ss]

[thesqueezyy]

Mozenrath doodlez :)

[lumin228]

a demonstration of all my talents

I can also do animation 😇

P.s

I'd be glad if you looked at the pinned post, there's a chance to get a free sketch!! or give me an idea for more content

[ratskal]

Tried my hand at making some blinkies for my OTP. Happy pride month to my favourite evil gay sorcerers <3

[lordmozen]

—— Open Roleplay

note: i dont care about length, this is just a starter. rest of the starter under the cut. you dont have to be disney to reply. i invite anyone. YOU CAN CHOOSE WHEREVER MOZENRATH IS

A cloaked figure kept his head low and held himself to take as little space as possible while he wandered. He was not yet used to the constant sun that shone down on these lands. Anything in the sight of the sun seemed to glimmer a brilliant yellow and even the houses of the less fortunate glimmered. To the lord of the Black Sands, it was like this land lived in the spotlight.

The young lord forced the gears in his brain to keep going as he kept a look out for any familiar faces to avoid despite the growing resistance coming from his body. He could feel the cogs turn slower and slower despite his best efforts— the sights in front of him registered every other second. He hadn’t found a body of water in a while, but he could only assume he looked like hell. He found it distasteful to have any semblance of peasantry, but he would never allow his enemies the satisfaction of killing him. Then, they’d win. Mozenrath is the one who always wins. Losing his gauntlet was already too much for him—he would bitterly grit his teeth whenever he thought about that lucky princess, her ugly boyfriend, and their stupid, annoying little creatures. It filled him with a terrible rage that only quelled with his deteriorating health. He held tightly onto the belief he only lost the battle, and not the war.

Mozenraths ears perked up when he heard the sound of clamouring ahead. He would squint to focus and realise what was in front of him…people behind stands shouting deals and discussing bargains… it was [a market/the grand Agrabah bazaar]. The amazing smells of [food being served/cardamom, cinnamon, and beef] beckoned his aching body closer to the stalls. His pale hand brushed the wooden stands the foods sat on while his skeletal arm was held behind his back under the cloak. The aroma enticed and taunted him, and now that he was closer he wanted it even more. Once more he would scan his surroundings to seek an appropriate timeframe to steal a thing or two.

[riffraffstreetratidontbuythat]

“Stop, thief!”

“I’ll get you this time, streetrat!”

As per usual, Alanna was fleeing from the city guards. Just like she did every day, whether she had real reason to do so or not.

“Aw, come on, Razoul!” she yelled over her shoulder as she ran. “I actually bought the bread this time! You can’t let me off the hook when I actually earned my meal for once?”

But no, she had to run anyway. Allah above, why did the captain of the guard hate her so much? Just because she was faster than him, like the sultan-to-be had been when he was in her position? Though, really, Alanna couldn’t blame him for being annoyed that so many of the street urchins in Agrabah seemed to be really good at evading him. Of course, a good bunch of them did it with her aid. She’d been on the streets for longer than soon-to-be Sultan Aladdin, and had even helped him a couple times when they were both kids, themselves.

Eventually, Alanna managed to escape to a rooftop and pull the ladder up behind her so Razoul and his dung-brained men couldn’t follow her. The sun beat hot on her head, the heat made worse by her wild, thick, dark curls, and she wished she’d thought to wear the veil she’d woven, threadbare as the fabric was. Maybe she’d buy one from one of the vendors once she’d finished the small loaf of bread she’d bought that morning.

Nah, she had other plans.

Returning the ladder to the side of the building whose roof she’d escaped to, Alanna clambered back down to the street and returned to the grand bazaar.

She still had a few denarii in her pocket, and she planned to use them.

“Morning, Farouk,” she grinned at the fruit seller and reaching, without looking, for an apple—then pulled back with a hissed breath as her hand brushed someone else’s. “Whoa, sorry, I—Allah above, are you all right, sayyid?”

She hadn’t noticed the pallid, darkly dressed man beside the stall until that moment—and boy, did he not look well. If she had to guess, he looked almost as malnourished as she was, and probably dehydrated, too. She didn’t see a water-skin anywhere on his person.

[lordmozen]

The young lords hand snapped back and be stepped back quickly upon the touch. His pale hand even when idling seemed to shake. For a moment he believed was caught red-handed by the shopkeeper until he would calm down just a little upon noticing it was not. Instead it seemed to be a stranger lady and slowly he heard some words of concern. Even with his lack of energy he still had to swallow a bit of his pride as he tried to push out these words through his chapped, dry lips:

“Sister, I barely see what’s in front of me…” his voice told his story for him…for a young man he sounded almost like a senior. There is a pause as he tried to think of what to say. His voice, parched and cracking continued, “have some mercy—“ a gasp, “—Allah will see you are… rewarded…”

Mozenrath barely finished his sentence. He could not afford to act or even think on his pride at the moment. His body felt heavier every passing moment.

[lordmozen]

—— Open Roleplay

note: i dont care about length, this is just a starter. rest of the starter under the cut. you dont have to be disney to reply. i invite anyone. YOU CAN CHOOSE WHEREVER MOZENRATH IS

A cloaked figure kept his head low and held himself to take as little space as possible while he wandered. He was not yet used to the constant sun that shone down on these lands. Anything in the sight of the sun seemed to glimmer a brilliant yellow and even the houses of the less fortunate glimmered. To the lord of the Black Sands, it was like this land lived in the spotlight.

The young lord forced the gears in his brain to keep going as he kept a look out for any familiar faces to avoid despite the growing resistance coming from his body. He could feel the cogs turn slower and slower despite his best efforts— the sights in front of him registered every other second. He hadn’t found a body of water in a while, but he could only assume he looked like hell. He found it distasteful to have any semblance of peasantry, but he would never allow his enemies the satisfaction of killing him. Then, they’d win. Mozenrath is the one who always wins. Losing his gauntlet was already too much for him—he would bitterly grit his teeth whenever he thought about that lucky princess, her ugly boyfriend, and their stupid, annoying little creatures. It filled him with a terrible rage that only quelled with his deteriorating health. He held tightly onto the belief he only lost the battle, and not the war.

Mozenraths ears perked up when he heard the sound of clamouring ahead. He would squint to focus and realise what was in front of him…people behind stands shouting deals and discussing bargains… it was [a market/the grand Agrabah bazaar]. The amazing smells of [food being served/cardamom, cinnamon, and beef] beckoned his aching body closer to the stalls. His pale hand brushed the wooden stands the foods sat on while his skeletal arm was held behind his back under the cloak. The aroma enticed and taunted him, and now that he was closer he wanted it even more. Once more he would scan his surroundings to seek an appropriate timeframe to steal a thing or two.

[lumin228]

💅

[lordmozen]

art by @hydratememozy … fyi mozenrath DOES think jafar is fine shyt tho.

[vizierbalkhi]

[lordmozen] Let’s go on a walk, shall we?

Jafar registers the boys presence with a swift turn of his cape. In mere moments, the Grand Vizier’s disposition switches from light displeasure to a welcoming friendliness, lowering his head in a bow.

“Ah, the Lord of the Black Sands! You arrived earlier than we expected— not to say that it isn’t a delight to all of Agrabah, I’m sure,” he grinned with narrowed eyes. Jafar rose his hand and quickly waved away the Razoul and the small band of guards he had been speaking to. “The Grand Vizier of Agrabah,” he placed his hand on his chest, “I assume you’ve already acquainted yourself with the Sultan, yes? Then, allow me to show you around.”

The man took his place by the younger one’s side, using his staff to point out the architecture and rooms, explaining their usages and functions. What an unusually young ruler, he thought in a passing moment, glancing to the parrot rested on his shoulder.

[lordmozen]

The sorcerer took his time strolling about the palace, taking in all the new sights. It was the first time he was not in the kingdom and he took a particular interest in staring at the similarities and differences in the way Agrabah decorated its walls and archways. The rooms here were bigger, and there were foreign objects which he can only assume were from the amount of trading that Agrabah did.

Mozenrath slowed his pace, “I’ve heard great things about Agrabah. I understand that you all have been enjoying a long time of prosperity and peace…and I hear your name written all over it.” He raised his eyebrows, his gaze set on Jafar.

[hydratememozy]

I found leaked footage from a deleted scene in the Aladdin series where Jafar z Mozenrath met!!!!