Nobody Knows Me
Name: Al
Journal: alexandraleila
Contact Info: almasri1948 via aim or almasri93@gmail.com
Other Characters: Chel
❦ Character Info
Name: Moses
Movie/series: The Prince of Egypt
Year/Position: 4th Year of College
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): He’s usually got a camel or herd of sheep around. But that just goes with being in the desert.
Powers(if any): Well, right now, no.
Canon history: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prince_of_Egypt
AU history: After discovering his true heritage as a Jew from his sister Miriam, Moses felt compelled to help an elderly slave from being whipped during one of the constructions of his brother Rameses’ projects. However, his heroism ends badly when Moses accidentally murders one of the guards. Unable to cope with the guilt, he runs from Egypt, despite Rameses pleas and promise that “he can make it so that it never happened.” He eventually happens upon a group of girls being harassed by a pair of thieves, and sends them away by making their camels run off. Typical smooth guy, he falls into a well due to exhaustion and dehydration only to be saved by Tzipporah, a woman he ridiculed back in Egypt. She’s the daughter of the high priest Jethro, so they are eventually introduced. He spent a few weeks with Tzipporah and her tribe before letters came to Jethro for Moses from Disney Academy, inviting them to attend.
Personality: Moses was the prince of Egypt; which encompasses every personality trait you might believe. He is arrogant, spoiled, and quite brash due to circumstances and the fact that he was never expected to become the next Pharaoh like his brother, but still reaps the benefits of royalty. He constantly drove the royal priests and servants mad, all while avoiding the blame.
Despite this, he does feel sorry for his brother Rameses for the pressure that’s constantly put on him. When the Pharaoh was immensely frustrated, he would take full responsibility (even if it does absolutely nothing to sway his father). He also loves his family deeply, and never reveals any ambition or jealousy towards his brother’s position.
Yet, when he meets his sister Miriam for the first time, he learns the truth about his mother saving him from infanticide by setting him in a basket on the Nile. He tries to put it out of his mind, reminding himself that he was raised as a member of the royal family, but reality readily strikes him in the form of immense guilt through dreams. He’s unsure as to what he’s supposed to do with his life, well-equipped with emotional baggage and inner turmoil to rival the likes of Hamlet.
Now, as a fugitive from Egypt, he’s trying to cope with the idea that his identity, and what he’s known his whole life, is a lie.
Greatest Fear: Moses’ greatest fear is to be lost, which is the state that he’s currently in. He’s known who he was his entire life, but just lost that right, so is trying desperately to figure it all out again.
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample:
Moses’ gaze widened at the sight, not with awe, but something else he couldn’t place. Tzipporah had run up ahead with all the confidence in the world, mesmerized. But he couldn’t take another step. He watched her figure disappear into the distance, and was happy enough with that.
The towering structures, though different in form, reminded him of Egypt. He remembered the glory, the magnitude of each building and monument, and couldn’t hold back a moment of nostalgia. He would have been worshipped here if they knew where he was from, who he was.
Well, that was all done now. At some point or other, he needed to learn to drop the title, but he wasn’t quite ready yet.
He straightened his stance and tightened his grip on his bag. It wasn’t filled with much but a few changes of clothing that Jethro had sent with them and food and water. Moses smiled to himself, recalling the tent fabric and sticks he had stuffed into the bag, not exactly sure what to expect. Now, gazing into these grand buildings, maybe he wouldn’t need to sleep in a tent outside after all.
Luckily, the weather wasn’t as brutal as in Midian. It was actually quite temperate and he let himself breathe in the fresh, crisp air with ease, letting go of his worry for a moment.
“Heads up!”
Moses whipped around to see a disk flying through the air, just a foot above his head. Instinctively, he dodged it and let it go past, only for it to hit a professor in the back of the head.
“Uh-oh…”
The middle-aged teacher whirled around to see Moses looking rather guilty, standing in the middle of the empty courtyard with a crooked, pained expression. The perpetrators had rightly fled before Moses could catch their faces.
“You-!”
Moses did not need to hear the rest of the sentence to know that he was going to get it. It didn’t take him long to drop all sense and bolt out of the quad, feeling the weight of his bag against his back as he raced between two academic buildings and around the cafeteria. He could hear the teacher’s trotting steps against the concrete until he turned a corner and froze against the shadows of the brick building. Thinking he had lost him, he let himself relax and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good to know he could still avoid getting into trouble.
First person writing sample:
Tzipporah hasn’t said a word to me since we got here. I guess she’s trying to branch out and meet new people. I’m sitting in the cafeteria, alone, poking at this strange food, and busying myself by listening to other peoples’ conversation. It doesn’t sound like anyone is doing well with the Mist and its recent activity, but I’ve gotten very good at zoning out and thinking about more important things-
She’s very good with people, I guess.
Not that I would know. I suppose I ruined my chance with her back in Egypt.
But I can’t stop looking at her. She’s the only thing that I’ve been able to think about since leaving. It doesn’t make sense. She taunted me as a prince, and she taunts me as a peasant, only a little less. No one has ever treated me with such disdain.
I lower my eyes back to my food.
I guess I can’t blame her.
Of all people to hate in this world, I’m a pretty worthy target.