Seeing new individuals pop up in town wasnāt as uncommon as it once was to Cecil, his surprise lessening each time it would occur. But it was still easy for him to sympathize with the confusion that most were initially struck with when they found themselves on main street. He was on his usual walk to work at the cafe when he spotted a new face, a nervous smile spreading across his lips once he heard the otherās question. āShitā¦ Congo Square? Thatās in New Orleans isnāt it?ā He questioned, head tilting to the side slightly. āI had the wildest night on my twenty-first birthday in New Orleansā¦ā He commented, trailing off topic. āI hate to be the one to break it to you but, youāre far from Louisiana. Or maybe not ā no oneās sure what this town is or where we are.ā
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The young man knew of New Orleans, that was a good sign. It didnāt rule out death, but he doubts that any denizen of hell would speak of a birthday there. Though Jean-Baptiste was lost, the man put him at ease, if only slightly.Ā āWell, I must find out, you mentioned others? Is there a mayor? A governor? Maybe a well-to-do aristocrat?ā Jean-Baptiste thought maybe the boy would know more. He seemed so at homeĀ here.Ā āIām sorry, I didnāt catch your name Mr...ā His voice tapered downward in volume as he awaited an answer. Then he remembered the rolled cigarette behind his ear, and pulled it out.
Jean-Baptiste Facilier was walking through what he thought were the streets of New Orleans after a long day of healing the ill. He had only had his eyes fixed on his leather boots for a moment before he looked up again to see the world around him had morphed into something unrecognizable. The French Colonial storefronts were now completely different, and much more ornate looking. The aged and cracking paints were replaced with solid and vibrant paints. The cracked brick roads were now spotless and smoother. "What in the devil..." Jean-Baptiste barely uttered before he heard footsteps to his right. He whirled around to greet the stranger, "Excuse me, what's happened to Congo Square? Where am I?"
despite the strange learning curve, audhild had managed to adapt to her surroundings fairly well. even if the demi goddess missed asgaard dearly, there were plenty of reasons she found to enjoy her new home. as she made her way towards the quaint little antique shop in town, she heard the stranger pipe up, quickly drawing her attention. the blondeās lashes fluttered as she listened to him, soaking in his question, before finally giving him an answer.Ā ā oh well, iām not exactly certain what they call this place but isnāt it just the cutest? itās not like any other midgaardian town iāve been to beforeĀ ā she replied sweetly. clearly she was taking all this, a little too well.Ā
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Ā Ā He was perplexed by her answer, but somehow it brought him comfort. This place, wherever it was, was ratherĀ ācuteā it was much nicer and more sleek than what he was used to.Ā āIām sorry,ā Jean-Baptiste started with a bit of a smirk, hoping she would reveal a joke,Ā ādid you just sayĀ āmidgaardianā as in like the Norse mythology word for Earth?ā The word EarthĀ rang in his ears. Was he even on Earth anymore. He began to inspect the almost alien environment around him.Ā āOh, hell, whatās going on here?ā
Jean-Baptiste Facilier was walking through what he thought were the streets of New Orleans after a long day of healing the ill. He had only had his eyes fixed on his leather boots for a moment before he looked up again to see the world around him had morphed into something unrecognizable. The French Colonial storefronts were now completely different, and much more ornate looking. The aged and cracking paints were replaced with solid and vibrant paints. The cracked brick roads were now spotless and smoother. "What in the devil..." Jean-Baptiste barely uttered before he heard footsteps to his right. He whirled around to greet the stranger, "Excuse me, what's happened to Congo Square? Where am I?"
Ā Ā Though she wasnāt sure just howĀ long it had been since sheād seen an aliveĀ person, Carmen was still marveling over the newfound air in her lungs & the satisfying weight of her own body, over the rhythmic rattle of bones sheād grown used to in the Land of the Dead. The quiet thuds of her own footfalls against the cobblestone, as opposed to the gentle brushĀ of golden petals, was broken by the voice of him, and she turned, head tilting as she stared at the man.Ā āCertainly not Heaven,ā she purred, the Spanish accent drawing out each word, and she began to walk closer; curious.Ā āIād say Hell, but I just cameĀ from there myself. You wonāt hear me complaining about a change of scenery, lindo.ā
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Ā Ā The woman didnāt answer Jean-Baptiste in the way he had hoped. However her answer just raised more questions. Was he on theĀ āother sideā now? Was this some sort of purgatory? Had he been damned to an eternity in this brightly colored faux-world?Ā āYou... what do you mean you just came from hell? Are we dead?ā Now he was really beginning to wonder if he had died somehow. He didnāt remember it whatsoever. Though she had complimented him and called himĀ āprettyā, he wasnāt quite sure why her first reaction was to be flirty. Was she not just as freaked out as he?
Jean-Baptiste Facilier was walking through what he thought were the streets of New Orleans after a long day of healing the ill. He had only had his eyes fixed on his leather boots for a moment before he looked up again to see the world around him had morphed into something unrecognizable. The French Colonial storefronts were now completely different, and much more ornate looking. The aged and cracking paints were replaced with solid and vibrant paints. The cracked brick roads were now spotless and smoother. "What in the devil..." Jean-Baptiste barely uttered before he heard footsteps to his right. He whirled around to greet the stranger, "Excuse me, what's happened to Congo Square? Where am I?"
[ Luka Sabbat, cis male, he/him. ] ā§ļ½„ļ¾ is that [ Jean-Baptiste Facilier] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that theyāre the [ 26 ] year old child of [ Dr. Facilier ] from [ Princess and the Frog ]. iāve also heard that theyāre [ helpful ] but [ mischievous ] and have [ 2 ] sibling(s). i could almost swear i heard [ I Put A Spell On You by Screaminā Jay Hawkins ] playing when they appeared. [ Echo (21m), EST, he/him/they/them. ]
:ļ½„ļ¾ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ā§ B A S I C S ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ full name: Jean-Baptiste Facilier ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ nicknames: ā§: J or JBļ½„ļ¾ sexuality: bisexual ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ occupation: shaman and holistic healer ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾ star signs: : Scorpio
ļ½„ļ¾ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ā§ A P P E A R A N C E ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ height: 6'3" ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ eyes: Hazel (Brown with little flecks of green) ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ hair: Black ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ tattoos: A tiki style mask on his right shoulder that looks suspiciously like his father, a hand holding fanned out tarot cards with skulls on the back positioned on his left forearm, and scattered tattoos of needles that make him look like a voodoo doll ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ other distinguishing features: he has the same type of mustache as his father, but a distinguishing soul patch ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ style: he is drawn to the eccentric styles like his father, but enjoys less fanciful outfits such as leather. He loves jewelry and wears multiple rings on each hand at any given moment, he has necklaces (usually wears 3 or so).
ļ½„ļ¾ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ā§ P E R S O N A L I T Y ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ traits: helpful, mischievous, flamboyant (much like his father), and passionate ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ aesthetics: shaman stuff, accupuncture needles, tiki masks, voodoo dolls ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ secret talent: He is actually quite a great singer and guitar player:ļ½„ļ¾ dislikes: being called "witch doctor" due to his dad's transgressions, prefers the term shaman or holistic healer ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ fears: being associated with his father's misdeeds and rats ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ hobbies: dancing, singing, guitar, and reading ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾ quirks: pulls his ear when he is nervous (some may think its a holistic medicine thing, but hes just uncomfortable), he loves an outlandish story even if he knows it isn't true.
ļ½„ļ¾ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ā§ F A M I L Y ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ mother: Babette Delacroix ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ father: Dr. Facilier ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ siblings: Calliope (Half-Sister), open sibling ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ pets: Eastern Hognose Snake (named Boudreaux) ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾ notable close relatives: Dr. Facilier, Calliope, open sibling, his maternal aunt Dorothy Delacroix (surrogate mother)
:ļ½„ļ¾ā§:ļ½„ļ¾ā§ B I O G R A P H Y
bio warning: mental illness, death
Jean-Baptiste Facilier doesn't know a lot about his mother other than she was the one who named him, and that shortly after his birth, she was admitted to an asylum. According to his aunt Dorothy, she always babbled about how a Shadow Man was coming to take her baby away. Shortly after she was admitted, she died of unknown reasons in the hospital. So he never really got the chance to know her for himself. Though aside from all of that, he had a normal childhood. His aunt Dorothy gave him an education from home and taught him many things, ranging from sewing and arithmatic to dance and reading. He never really had questions about his father until he entered his teen years. His aunt had never met the man, and the only clue he had to go on was his given last name. It had to belong to his father right.
When JB was seventeen, he finally went out to seek his father, which he did. He didn't quite like the man his father was, but he wasn't surprised to see how dastardly the doctor was given the fact that he was absent through his life. Regardless he worked to build a relationship with his father and his half-sister, Calliope. As it turns out, Calliope was pulling a con of her own against their father. Though Jean-Baptiste could see right through it, he wasn't about to blow the whistle on her. The doctor along with Calliope gladly taught him about the other side, before he disappeared once again into the night. All that remained were whispers in the streets of a shadow man. J wondered if maybe that was who his mother rambled about. Maybe she wasn't crazy after all. Maybe his father let JB find him.
It didn't take long for Jean-Baptiste to realize that he wanted to use his newfound skills to help people rather than trick and deceive. He received an education in medicine and used his skills along with the knowledge he gained to become a holistic healer. He decided to return to his father's old shop after his education only to find that his half-sister was now running it. He decided to take her up on an offer to work there with her. Using his skills to heal peoples' minds, bodies, and spirits.
