From Ze desk of Miss Swizzerz:
Welcome everyone to my new Gorillaz fanfic! Jia You! Anywayz, yeah hope you enjoy it! This story is my twist on a Gorillaz Origin.
Disclaimer: No affiliation with Hewlet, Alburn, Zombie Eaters, Etc strictly fan made, no financial gain.. One two better not sue!
What was the origin of the band Gorillaz? It wasn't something that was concocted in the dark crevices of a young Satanist mind, contrary to popular belief. No, its true beginning occurred in the land of Dohvain hundreds of years ago.
The crowned prince of Dohvain was a young elf by the name of Dmitri. He was taller than most of the humanoids and probably was the most delicately framed. In one word, his features were beautiful. His long azure blue hair hung past his shoulders while his matching eyes always seemed distant or lost. These were the features that drove many women (and men) insane for the world's eligible bachelor.
"I swear these 'eadaches just keep getting worse"
Ever since he was a child, the prince often suffered from frequent headaches of various degrees. It was something that affected his intelligence level greatly, but none the less he was a benevolent ruler. In times of importance one man would come to his aid
Melchior
"I got the herbs you wanted your highness" Melchior tossed the bag to the prince's lap with accurate precision
This man was the advisor to the prince of Dohvain. He was 12 years his senior and 12 times his intelligence. Many people gawked at the advisors presence. He stood arrogantly about half a head shorter than the prince. His oil black hair was slicked back in a messy pony tail for the most part.
That was the most normal of his features
Melchior's father was a Lisclan; a green skinned humanoid creature found in the darkness. If elves were the ethereal style, the Lisclans were the beastly style. Besides having sewage green skin, they were the least "human" looking ones. Snake like toungues would dance provocatively over their sharp wolf teeth as they lured their prey in. But if you looked at Melchior closely, there is one feature that distinguishes him from the rest of the Lisclans. One of his eyes were blood red. To be more precise he was only half Lisclan, his mother was part of a tribe of Scarlet gypsies that were famous for their conceit. That is why Melchior is the unscrupulous beast he is today. The only exception to that, is that he surprisingly shows loyalty to the Elfin prince.
"I don't know Melchior, it seems that these pains are getting worse"
"Maybe they're getting worse"
Before Dmitri could say anything a voice like a cawking crow echoed through the main hall.
"DEEEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEEEEEETREEEEEEEEEEE! " A scantly clad woman emerged from the corner with an outfit that showed of the cleave of her breasts. It was disgusting that this was the woman the prince was going to marry. Honestly, this woman Alapu had nothing going for her. First of all, she isn't close to being pretty at all. She had a long horse like face and a disproportioned mouth. Second point, she had no skills that would benefit the kingdom at all. Third point, alright there was a lot but another thing is that she had poor music skills, anything just to make her sound bad.
"Hello Alapu" Prince Dmitri wrapped his arms around the wench's bony frame. In a matter of seconds they were kissing fervently with hands going to well "secret areas"Melchior thought he saw some nipple. That would have been a grand and a half, except that it belonged to Alapu.
"Are you ready for our wedding?" Alapu cawed
"Yes, but these 'eadaches are getting worse"
"Well why don't you fix it then?" She wasn't speaking to the prince but the advisor. Melchior grimaced and snorted heavily
"What do you think I've been doing dress shopping... Damn wench"
"Ooh" her mud eyes lit up excitedly, "I like then feisty"
This was really missing him off. Alapu openly flirted right in front of her finance! The damn prince was too stupid to notice what was going on! Malchior grunted and stomped off to the opposite corridor.
The sun beat down heavily on the Lisclan as he made his way to the practice ground. A young little foreigner sat on the fence most. Her thin lefts swung forward and back to the beat of the song coming out of her mouth. This golden bronzed girl wore a gray knit cap with matching cotton blouse and trousers.
"Noo-Ru!" Melchior growled. The little girl jumped off the post and ran toward the grumbling green man. There was a heavy language barrier between the two, so whatever couldn't be said by words was said with their swords. It's strange that Noo-ru is in Dohvain in the first place. This was how it began. She was a little orphaned girl from a land in the east. Melchior sent out a word that he wanted the strongest warrior for the princes protection (he could have done it but he was sometimes busy being the advisors). One day this little girl walks up, throws and axe, and it spints meticulously until it hit the target that was over fifty feet away. There was no doubt in his mind that this little girl had skills, but she was young and needed to be taught how to use it properly.
Melchior wiped the sweat of his brow as he put his sword El Diable back in its sheath.
"Mer-Kee-Ohru" No-Ru piped happily
"What do you want?"
She grabbed her teacher's hands and dragged him in the direction of the chapel.
It smelled very earthy inside the chapel. Various dried herbs were posted on the walls in the midst of hidden mildew in the crevices.
"Melchior and No-Ru? What brings you here?" A deep gently voice came out from the stone alter.
"No-Ru dragged me here"
No-Ru spoke at 100 miles per hour, while pointing to the Lisclan eagirly. A large heavy set man with the skin color of Pine wood came out of hiding with a fistfull of herbs in hand. There was no hair upon his head, which was covered by a sun yellow turban. His eyes once full of life coverted into two large pearls that allowed him to see the world of the spirits. This was the transformation of a Shaman.
"So, Melichior actually wants my help?" Those two had been going at it since they had to work together.
"Yeah yeah yea. Enough with the shenanigans Rove...You know what I want don't you?" he asked in a hushed voice.
Satisfied with this confession, Rove smirked smugly and responded, "Yes now all of you gather round here so you can see where my skills come in."
All three sat on the floor with their legs crossed. The shaman chanted something and almost instantly his eyes were illuminated by an eerie glow. The yellow turban gradually became higher as it levitated toward the sky. Suddenly, a blue mist began to leak out of Roves mouth. This mist eventually manifested itself as a blue rhyming apparition named Eld.
"You wonder what is wrong bout an ailment of long?"
"Yeh, got any answers?"
"Magic...one that is hard to find, the one that alters his mind"
"Magic!?" Melchior looked mortified, "I would have noticed if magic was involved!"
"It's a rare sight, a rare one indeed. The prince now in question, now can't be freed"
"why not?"
"What's needed is a certain thing the harbinger of spring"
"Where can we find this harbinger?"
"None are here that much is clear"
Melchior was bemused by these rhyming riddles
"Skillful to say the least, is a doctor from the east. Skills that are awesome and traced of plum blossom"
"DAMN IT GET TO THE POINT OR I SWEAR I'M GONNA CUT ROVE!"
"Melchior at Peace, listen to me at least. This doctor will arrive soon, weeks from now on noon."
"How's that possible, I've never summoned him"
"Him? She is not a man, no she is woman. Her skills will alleviate, but her coming will annihilate.
For a dark magic looms, it's evil drips fumes, that will make this kingdom bend, and spells out your end. From this, do you save your "brother", or he get consumed by the other?"
The spirit was sucked back into its hosts body. Rove's eyes reverted back to their natural state. The decision time was at hand.
"Melchior, this dark magic has been plaguing the prince for a long time, but this doctor could spell out an end for you and I. You are the advisor, what is your choice"
Melchior sighed heavily and stood up slowly.
"What can I do Rove? Summon the foreign doctor, I rather he be destroyed by something pure than of the darkness"
"It is done"
YAY! Chapter one is done! Anyway review and stuff guys, really apreciate it! Anywayz Here i will explain myself a bit. These characters are what eventually becomes the Gorillaz. So it kind of explains their personalities and physical characteristics. So yeah I will explain with a little more in depth of the characters.
Dmitri Prince of Dohvain- Stuart Tuss There are two D's in that title. OMG! Blue haired elf! I always liked the name Dmitri it always sounded cool, and Dohvain was a bizzare chimeric word from an experience. My brother was watching the simpsons (D'oh!) while my sister was singing (you're so vain) Strange..
Melchior- Murdoc: Green mythical creature with red gypsy blood. Explains personality. Melchior was one of the main characters in the main characters in Spring Awakening. The creatures calles Lisclan is actually Nicalls rearranged. The blade El Diablo is also the name of his bass
Noo-Ru: Noodle: Golden bronzed because she's always training outside. She's a swordsman, because well the guitar makes me think of a weapon LOL. Her name Noo-ru his a shortened form of the Japanese purnonciation of her name. Noo-Deh-ru. I tried to make her story of coming to Dohvain kind of like her coming to Kong. I said Axe because Axe is a synonym for guitar, wootz wootz
Rove: Rusell: Poor guy is always getting posessed, so made him a Shaman, explains a lot no? The yellow turban: Russell had a yellow hat in the clint eastwood video. So yeah. Named after one of my friends named Rovian, aka Rove
Eld: Del- Spirit that constantly speaks through Rove. He always speaks in rhyme because Del raps, LOL
Alupa: Paula Cracker- Name is just rearanged. According to Murdoc's description she isn't very pretty.