MOJO

Real name: Morton Jocosi
Occupation: Movie producer, businessman, Black Bishop of Hellfire Club
Identity: Mojo's identity is publicly known, although many of his activities, business ventures, and delvings into the occult are a secret.
Legal status: Citizen of the United States with no adult criminal record.
Other aliases: None known
Place of birth: Hollywood, California
Marital status: Single
Known relatives: None
Group affiliation: Hellfire Club, the Director's Guild of America
Base of operations: New York City
First appearance: May, 2004
History:

Morton Jocosi was born in 1950, to a Hollywood family. His father was a director. He grew up wealthy and spoiled, and for his whole life he had a bit of a weight problem. Enough to be a detraction, but not as much as he later grew into. In his teens, he got into drugs and wild Hollywood parties, and never stopped partying through College, taking a course in Film. He passed, but there was suspicion bribery was involved.

On the strength of his father's name, he began getting gigs and producing movies. He started with low-quality b-movies, and eventually worked his way up to Blockbusters... although they weren't typically good Blockbusters, they were very popular and made a lot of money. And so, his fame grow. As it did, so did his decadence. He got involved in all manner of unsavory things, he was the stereotypical sleazy producer type. He would not only seduce actresses on the casting couch, he'd get them addicted to drugs. And that was among the more acceptable things he was involved to.

Still, he made money and in Hollywood that's all that mattered, so aside from some tabloid stories, his pecadillos weren't well-known outside of the industry (which grew to call him Mojo for short). He diversified from film to TV to porn... usually not taking a direct hand anymore, but rather funding what he wanted to fund, and giving notes where he saw things. You know when a TV show is really good, and then because of some boneheaded studio decisions, it begins to suck really, really bad? That's Mojo's fault. Well, not all of it, but some of it. He founded Mojo Productions Inc.

One of his producer friends told him about dark power rituals, tantric sex magic, bloodlettings and the like, and it interested Mojo. It was actually mostly bunk, but through that he gradually met people who knew the real deal, and gave him leads towards real dark texts. He began learning and experimenting with magic, casting a number of spells, even ones that required human sacrifice. He chose people who wouldn't be missed and got away with it. He got deeper and deeper into the books, and finally got a peek at a few seconds of a book called the Revelations of Glaaki. Among other horrible, sanity damaging truths, it revealed the existence of an Old One known as Y'Golonac, a headless monster with mouths in its hands that absorbed people, consumed them, when they became too evil. The text was no morality play warning, it actaully advocated both the descent into evil and depravity and the absorption as the natural order. Knowledge of Y'Golonac, it said, attracts Y'Golonac. He was already at risk.

He didn't know quite how seriously to take it, though. He kept the book as a curiosity, learning some of the spells in it, but otherwise continued his life. As the Symposium came and revealed mutants to the world, he became interested in ways to exploit them.

He also began a physical change. It was slow, taking almost a year or two to come to completion, but he gained weight rapidly, and his skin started to become discolored. He needed to rely more and more on outside means just to move, first a cane, then a walker, and finally a motorized wheelchair. He went to see all manner of doctors who thought it was a hormonal imbalance, but he didn't believe him. He was worried he was undergoing the first stages of a Y'Golonac transformation.

Still, he couldn't completely shut off his impulses. He was like an addict, even though he might promise himself he'll stop doing orgiastic drug parties, he continued to throw them, alternatively dreading and discounting the danger of the Bloated One.

One day, he heard about a club that hired only obvious mutants for dancing and other services. Interested (in both attending, and perhaps even buying or competing with) he started to attend. He saw a woman there named Spiral, who danced spectacularly and filled him with, something rare in his life, awe.

He knew he had to see more of this woman, so he kept coming back. She was disgusted by him, but he was a customer like any other and she could blot him out of her mind while she danced. He was enchanted with her, and began asking the management for private performances. Spiral refused at first, but Mojo was persistant and even made the promise that he didn't want sexual favors from her, he just wanted to watch her, privately.

She agreed. Mojo kept his end of the bargain, and began paying for her private performance regularly. He would, however, sample the other women available, sometimes even while watching Spiral.

Then, during one such performance, a monster appeared.

It appeared at first to be an older man, overweight, but not to the scale of Mojo. He claimed to have important information for Mojo, and slipped someone money to get through. Mojo was watching Spiral dance, and there were other sexual excapades and drugs going on. The time was right, and once the man was in a closed room with only Mojo, Spiral, another girl, and a couple bodyguards, he transformed into Y'Golonac. A hideous, bloated thing, with no head. Everyone screamed. Because everyone in the room was fairly decadent as it was, although Mojo was the prime target, it attacked others, too, lumbering throughout the room, blocking the door so nobody could get out. The monster used its hands to bite gaping, incapacitating wounds in the guards, and then went towards the girl and Mojo.

Spiral was getting ready to save herself. She had no need to use the door, and no desire to stick around and get killed.

Y'Golonac shoved the other girl to the ground (with a gaping wound in her neck, and now his mouths bit into Mojo. Screaming, he recovered his wits enough to mutter an incantation which knocked the monstrosity across the room. He screamed for help, promising a hundred thousand dollars to anyone who got him out of there.

Money, that was the real magic word in Spiral's book. She stopped her dance designed to teleport herself and moved to him. She asked him if he meant it, and he nodded, so she told him to hold still, and she began to dance around him. She only knew how to teleport herself for sure, but she improvised and managed to bring them both to her apartment, some distance away. They were safe, for the moment.

Mojo knew the threat was far from over though, his reading of the Revelations of Glaaki contained information of Y'Golonac (which was one of the reasons it was after him). He knew he was constantly in danger, and that he had to start cutting back on his depravity if there was any hope... though he knew he probably couldn't. He figured he'd give it a try, though.

He also made an offer to Spiral. He'd hire her, for $100,000 a year, as a bodyguard.

It opened a discussion, but the terms weren't right yet. When the night was over, they made a deal. She would earn a million dollars a year and, in addition would inherit a sizeable propotion of Mojo's estate when he dies. In return, she would be his personal assistant/bodyguard, at his beck and call at all times, following any orders save some specifically forbidden by the contract (one of which was that she would never be forced to do anything sexual with Mojo or anyone else as part of her duties). The deal included intensive training for swordplay and martial arts. However, she could not quit, betray Mojo, or deliberately (whether through action or inaction) allow him to come to harm.

Spiral had no reason to trust Mojo, and Mojo had no reason to trust Spiral, so to seal the deal, they signed the contract in blood. Both Spiral and Mojo are superstitious enough to believe (erroneously) that any contract signed in blood cannot be broken without dire consequences to the transgressor.

So, Spiral started working for him, becoming his agent in most things. There was a little bit of a buzz about him hiring an obvious mutant as a personal assitant, but this was Hollywood, and he was more eccentric than most. Nobody else knew his assistant also had amazing powers, powers she continued to practice with in secret.

Mojo meanwhile dropped out of the limelight and began searching for ways out of his predicament. Nothing anybody could offer him was of any help in a permanent relief, but he learned about crafting weapons that might be able to hurt the headless monster should it come after him again. He provided these weapons to Spiral. Later, he found a way to siphon off some of his physical corruption onto someone else.

Y'Golonac attacked two more times, once in a secluded parking garage and once as a visitor to Mojo's home. Spiral was there both times and they drove him off. Then, once when Mojo was meeting with an underworld drug source who was also running a forced prostitution ring, he got mad at being (as he saw it, cheated) and Y'Golonac took over Mojo himself to attack everyone save Spiral. Not knowing what to do, Spiral made herself invisible and watched. She felt she wasn't bound to help the monster when it appeared. Once many of the others in the room were left drooling husks or dead, Mojo regained his own form, weeping and begging for Spiral to help. He remembered the horror of his will completely subsuming under something so much worse. She returned and teleported him home.

They began looking in earnest for more 'cures', as well as people who were the dregs of society to sacrifice in order to save Mojo. Spiral lacked much goodness or empathy for potential victims to begin with, and what little of her goodness she had left was soon squelched as she fulfilled her part of the contract again and again.

Recently, upon hearing rumors of a major player in the supernatural in NYC, Mojo and Spiral moved there completely. He became a regular at Club Apocalypse, and, although it took some weeks of no results, eventually he was approached by Stephen Alzis. The man could do nothing for him, but, should Mojo join the Hellfire Club's Inner Circle as it's Black Bishop, and follow Alzis' directives there where necessary, he could promise absolute protection from Y'Golonac on the grounds of Club Apocalypse and the Hellfire Club.

On a business level, Mojo's recently begun delving more and more into mutant porn and mutant fighting competitions. He's using his resources in the underworld to organize various 'competitions' between unwilling mutant participants.

Height: 5'9" Weight: 512 lbs.
Eyes: Brown, almost black Hair: Gray
Unusual physical characteristics: Aside from his size, Mojo has a distinct yellow tint to his skin. He also has two sores on his body which do not heal. One is on his right arm, another is on his stomach. They continue to seep blood slowly, but he will never die from blood loss due to them.
Strength level: Mojo possesses the normal human strength of a human his size who engages in almost no regular exercise... that is, very little.
Known superhuman powers: Mojo has no actual superhuman abilities, but knows some magic which might seem like magic.
Other abilities: In addition to some skill as a movie producer, Mojo knows a number of dark magics, including one which transfers his corruption onto others.
Weapons and paraphernalia: Mojo doesn't typically carry weapons. He always has his wheelchair.
Other notes: Mojo's connection to Y'Golonac is of staff's own devising - this is not meant to be Marvel canon in any way.