Realistic or Modern Cirque Du Freak

dwale · Mar 24, 2016

One/Two characters allowed. Deadline is April 9th. Extensions may be available.

Character Sheet

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R E Q U I S I T E: Name

Self-explanatory.

Alias/Stage Name

Anything they go by other than their birth name/their name on stage.

Age

Self-explanatory

Gender

Include pronouns.

Sexual - Orientation

Self-explanatory.

Act

What is it they do?

Species

If applicable.

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A P P E A R A N C E: General Appearance

Anything and everything that describes your character. Height, weight, eyes, hair, tattoos, piercings, etc. Add anything that's significant to their ability/species if it applies.

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P E R S O N A: Personality

Who is your character? What makes them tick? (2+ Paragraphs)

Fears

What is your character afraid of? (2+)

Likes

Self-explanatory. (3+)

Dislikes

Self-explanatory. (3+)

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I N / D E P T H: Biography

What was your character's childhood like? What happened that led them to join Cirque? (2+ Paragraphs)

Relationships

Will be filled out after all characters are accepted. How does your character feel about their fellow Cirque members? How did they come to feel this way?

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O T H E R: Theme Song

What song represents your character?

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S A M P L E: Sample

A small or large bit of writing that shows off your skills. Can be taken from another RP, can be in the perspective of your character. I don't care, just make it good.

luriechu · Mar 25, 2016

((WIP))

Name

Temperance Vasse

Alias/Stage Name

Xixi

Age

15

Gender

Female

Sexual - Orientation

Homosexual

Act

Tightrope

Species

Human

General Appearance

((Is a picture allowed or do I have to do a description))

karmaa · Mar 25, 2016

? "Carnivals are the place where traitors don't need to wear their masks." ~ Darcy Stone ?

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||Appearance||

Darcy's is quite a innocent looking girl. Her pale heart-shaped face is decorated with light freckles mainly around the cheeks and nose. Her long ashy black mane cascades down to her shoulders and suits her look very well. Her long eyelashes adorn her doe like brown eyes that show pure innocence. Darcy's body is quite petite for a girl her age, she weighs 108lbs and stands at 5'6''. Darcy eyebrows are beautifully arched and her lips are full. Darcy rarely wears make-up as she believes in natural beauty but when she goes out for special events she puts on some mascara and lipstick for the sake of it. Darcy has a very soft grunge look when it comes to clothing. She rather wear denim that some sort of cotton. She loves to wear black and always wears her ratty and scratched Doc Martins.

||Tattoos||

This tattoo she got when she was seventeen on her lower right arm.

This tattoo appeared when she was fourteen on her left chest under her arm.

This tattoo appeared when seventeen on her back.

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||Personality||

Darcy possesses a introvert like persona, she's never the one to speak aloud or try to defend herself, she just allows herself to be thrown around like a rag doll for anyone's use. Darcy acts like she's a mute, her voice is still heard in an unsettling way yet most people assume she's just shy. This unsettles Darcy as she's hates being called shy, she just doesn't like the idea of being in a large group of people all squished together for a silly social event. Darcy is very self conscious about how she acts or looks towards people, usually scowling at herself for being stupid in front of people and putting a bad first impression on people.

However, Darcy does have a kind nature to those she doesn't find threatening or harmful. Darcy

will softly speak to her friend in the non sarcastic way she could possibly try. Another trait of hers is that she is stubborn but not in the tantrum way a five year old girl would cry about. Darcy just stands there and will give you the cold shoulder. Darcy hates large crowds and will try to perform an Irish exit as quickly as she can before she feels like she's

suffocating. Darcy is quirky in her own way, when she finds someone she likes she will try to talk to them by text never by calling, that terrifies her. Darcy confides into her brother as he's the only thing left of her family. Darcy will not hold back her anger if you mock her about her past or her brother.

||Fears||

Heights - Death - Snakes - Spiders - Claustrophobic.

||Likes||

Cats - Circuses - Tea - Tarot Cards - Books - Silence.

Dislikes

Clowns - Her Father - Dogs - Sour Things - Comics.

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||Biography||

Darcy was born to a human father and a witch mother with an older brother named Jacob. Her mother was a beautiful lady, always surprising her children with amazing magic tricks that filled their souls with happiness and joy yet little did they know that she was a supernatural witch. Where Darcy lived was a real dump of a street, drug dealers were everywhere and you always heard someone screaming and police siren wailing at night. Darcy was always still filled with hope that one day she would take herself and her family away but alas it was never meant to happen. At the age of fourteen her mother kept muttering about strange things such as demons and unnatural things as if she was possessed then she'd snapped out of it and forget everything. Darcy's mother was in the woods performing witchcraft one night and was sent to a mental asylum later that night. A week after the tragic event, strange marking formed on Darcy's leg. Darcy kept this a secret in fear that she would be sent away as well.

Darcy continued to grow up to look like her mother Her father became an alcoholic and would abuse Darcy and her brother carelessly until he passed out. The children took care of themselves during the day while their father was passed out drooling on the couch and in the evening their father would beat them until they cried no more. As Darcy grew older she began to study more about the things her mother was saying. At the age of seventeen, Darcy got drunk and got a tattoo on her lower right arm. The next day on her birthday she woke up and found two tattoos on her. She couldn't afford to get rid of them so she just covered them with her clothes. A month later her father died of a cardiac arrest. Darcy wasn't feeling sad or angry towards the man she use to call her father she was just numb. She spent days in the hospital in hope of her father waking up and saying it was just a joke yet nothing happened. Darcy's brother managed to save enough money to rent an apartment for them to stay in. Darcy now skips school yet her brother still teachers her. Darcy's brother bought her a ticket to Circus Du Freak with the spare money he had left over to cheer his little sister up, after all these unfortunate events can leave mental marks on a child like Darcy.

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I Love Her Anyway..: ||Writing Sample||

1 year ago...

"Darcy, he's gone!" Jacob yelled, his grip on Darcy's shoulder were tight but not confronting. Darcy just blinked at Jacob, a blank look upon her petite face. Darcy was always followed by bad luck and she always sensed it. Unlike her brother, she always sensed weird things such as when something bad yet little was about to happen but she did nothing to stop. Maybe it was just in her head? Maybe it was something else but Darcy chose to ignore it. She wouldn't want bad luck to come and take her away from what she has left of her family. "Darcy?" Jacob questioned once more. The children stood in a waiting room with an old man asleep on a plush chair and a lady busy watching Dr. Phil on the inaudible TV. Darcy kept her face still, no frown or smile was shown but her eyes was filled with emotion of sadness and with somewhat happiness. The nurse that stood nearby the children had a sad pouty look on her face as if her eyes was telling them that she wasn't sorry at all.

Darcy took in a deep breathe and removed her brother's grip on her shoulders. "Let's go." Darcy grumbled. She hated hospitals, they were too bland for her taste, she preferred creativity and colors. Jacob unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair with a sad nod. "Okay." Jacob replied, leading his sister to his old car. Darcy got into the passenger seat and switched the radio on to her father's favorite song. Her eyes focused on the radio. 'Every time..' Darcy thought to herself. Jacob ran his fingers through his hair again. What were they going to do now? Jacob looked at his sister, he always loved her as she reminded him of mom. Jacob and Darcy sat there in silence. Darcy jumped in the seat when a man honked at them with his car horn. Jacob growled and got out of the car. "Jacob!" Darcy called out to him but Jacob ignored his sister. Jacob stomped to the car. "What do you think you're doing?" He shouted angrily at the man. "Oi mate, me tryin' get a fricken carpark to see me wife." The man spoke with a thick Australian accent. Darcy got out of the car and raced to her brother, leading him away from a fight that he'll regret. "It's not worth it, I don't want to loose you too." Darcy pouted and went back into the car, the music was still playing yet it kept dropping out, what a wonderful way to set a happy tone. Jacob hopped in a pulled out a golden ticket from his pocket. "I was going to take myself but I think you need it more." He sighed and handed it to Darcy, a soft smile on his lips. "Thank you Jacob, really." Darcy smiled and hugged her brother with great appreciation. At least something turned out right.

snakeyem12 · Mar 25, 2016

REQUISITE: Name: Ryan, he doesn't remember his last name. And it's not like it matters at all anyway.

Show name: Ghost Boy

Age: 13

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Aromantic Pansexual, with a slight preference for boys.

Ethnicity: White English

Ability: Ryan is unable to feel pain or anything

Act: Ryan is by himself in his act, he's the only one that can do it easily. Originally it consisted of slight pain, maybe just holding his hand over a fire, but it was obvious that didn't interest or shock or surprise anybody, so his act very quickly escalated to more violent things. Knives being thrown at him, fire under his feet, slowly travelling up his body, anything that shows how completely inhuman his ability to feel pain is. The act has gotten more dangerous as he's grown older, although it's never made too dangerous for him. The best thing about it is the look on people's faces when he just grins at them. Everybody gets at least slightly freaked out when they see a young boy, with blood dripping from various wounds on his body, grinning as if he's having the time of his life.

Job: Ryan quite likes doing tent maintenance, just because it's something to do and its fairly simple, and it means the tents are neat, which Ryan quite likes. He really hates selling tickets. He's not good at being friendly and talking to people and it just generally wouldn't go well. Luckily he hasn't been made to do that for a long time. That's probably because the last time he did it (at about 6) he punched one of the visitors. It was her fault though. She was feeling sorry for him and treeting him like he was young. And then she touched his arm. Punching her was a sensible reaction.

Tent number: 2
APPEARANCE: Height: 4'10, very short for his age, although a decent height for 11, which is what people seem to think he is.

Weight: 34kg (75lb) , he's fairly underweight.

Build: Looks thin and weak, and as if he can break easily, but is actually fairly strong.

Hair: His hair looks slightly scruffy, although he would really like it shorter. It's a blonde brown colour.

Eyes: Ryan's eyes are dark brown, and look as if there is no life in them.

Piercings/tattoos/scars: Ryan has scars coating his body, some newer, some older, some from before he even began his act. They are all faded different amounts and cover almost his entire body, although he does generally keep the ones on his face at least less clear. He would love piercings, as he just thinks they look good, although so far he doesn't have any.
PERSONA: Personality:

Ryan is not a kind person. His inability to feel pain, and the fact he's mainly grown up in the circus have both led to him having no empathy or sympathy, and not really caring for other people. He generally doesn't talk, and if he does then he's a lot more rude and sarcastic than would be expected. He generally treats other people as if they're worse than him, and acts as if they're stupid. He hates being touched, which derives from the fact he can't feel at all, and he therefore finds it extremely creepy, although he has nothing against being deliberately hurt, because at least then he can probably feel at least a tingle, and people are always far away from him when they hurt him. He's fairly violent, or at least, he's not one to run away if attacked. Or one to leave people alone if they annoy him. Even though he's not particularly strong, he does tend to win fights, purely because he's not hurt by anything people can do to him, and therefore manages to cope with injuries.

Ryan can be seen as, and probably is, a sociopath, avoiding interaction with people unless it's to demean them, and generally being an unpleasant person to be around. He enjoys seeing other people in pain, just because it amuses him to see them experience something he'll never have to. It also amuses him to watch people's reactions to his own act. He loves the horrified faces people have when they see a young child in what should be unimaginable pain. Their faces are so funny. It's even better when he smiles at them though. He loves looking at them and grinning as if he's having the time of his life. It seems to worry them so much, and that's what Ryan loves. Scaring unsuspecting members of the public. Even though this is the case, it is undoubtable that he is nicer onstage than he is normally. Onstage the worst he does is smile, and he's never actually hurt anyone. Offstage, well the same can't be said.

Ryan has episodes of extreme sadness and frustration, and thinks very unlike himself when he has them, although he acts exactly the same. He has been having more of them the older he gets. During his episodes he hates himself for being a complete freak, and wishes he could feel, even though normally he loves this difference between himself and others. When this happens he hates doing his act, because it just reminds him how different he is, although he still does it as normal, and he finds that he finds the fear people have of him upsetting instead of amusing. He likes listening to music when this happens, and eating any food with a strong taste, as his plan for coping when he's like this is basically just to overload his other senses to ignore that one is missing. Luckily his episodes are generally quite rare, although getting more common, one every month or so at the moment, and generally only last a few hours to a few days, so sometimes he doesn't even have to perform.

Due to his act, Ryan is generally not sent outside to entertain people whilst they're eating, although when he is sent outside he doesn't make a complaint. He doesn't care if people don't like seeing blood when eating. That's not his problem to deal with. What does bother him is being told to collect the money instead of being allowed to do his act. Although after refusing to do it, and hurting one of the visitors when they made him do it, at about six, they haven't bothered trying to make him do it again. Which is good, because nothing is more boring than having to try and politely greet visitors.

Likes:

Scaring people

Others getting hurt

Tricking people

Listening to music

Pain to the point he can feel it

Dislikes:

People trying to hold a conversation with him

People touching him

Being expected to be nice

His parents (Not that he's seen them in about 8 years, but still)

People treating him like a child

Behavioural quirks:

Smiling at his or others pain

Chews gum when annoyed

Raises eyebrows whenever anyone says or does anything stupid. This is generally a gesture of "Really? Why do you have to be so stupid."
IN DEPTH: Biography:

Ryan is with Cirque du Freak because he was even more violent than he is now when he was a child, although back then it was accidental. As very old fashioned people, his parents were not prepared to look after a child who was as much of a freak as he clearly was. They chucked him out, and told him he was no better than the freaks at the circus which was in town at the time. Taking this as advice on where he should go, his 5 year old self, who was actually quite sweet at the time, turned up at the circus, went in and started performing, borrowing a knife from someone else and using it to write the word pain on his arm. He pretty much just joined in whilst he was there, even though he was not officially part of it. He had no clue how to actually go about joining, nor was he completely sure he wanted to. Luckily for him, the performer he'd borrowed the knife from, who may or may not still be at the circus, he hasn't really bothered to keep track, had taken him the the leader after the show, and pretty much volunteered him as an act. They were quite nice to him, after all, he was only a child.

Ryan hasn't really done anything interesting since then. He's travelled with the circus, his act slowly getting more and more violent, his hatred of other people slowly growing more and more. But he doesn't ever do anything different. He doesn't talk nicely to the others, and isn't sure he would know how to if he wanted to. This is life for him, and he doesn't really have a complaint about it.
OPINIONS ON PEOPLE: Need to put stuff here
OTHER: Theme Song:

Flaws - Bastille

Other:

Ryan thinks that his inability to feel pain is probably some sort of mutation, although he has been unable to look it up and find out if he's correct.
WRITING SAMPLE: Writing sample:

This is from a similar character, still can't feel pain, but a character who is mainly like the way Ryan is during his episodes. And this character really likes computing. Context for the role play as this was part of my opening post, sleeping beauty is part of a disease going around the school that makes people go into something similar to a coma, yet they don't need any form of food, and they stay like that forever unless take off campus, and if that happens they die.

Alex is awake by the time his alarm goes off. Or rather, he's still awake when it goes off. It's amazing what a few cups of coffee and a good project to work on can to to someones sleep cycle. He stands up to go turn his alarm off, and then heads back to his laptop to save his work and turn that off too. He's disappointed that he has to stop, he was hoping to finish before he had to go to school today, but apparently that was an unrealistic goal. He puts his laptop in its case and grabs his bag to leave for the day. Whilst doing this he realises he had some stupid homework to hand in today, but his own project is more important, or at least in his opinion it is.

He's only been working on some coding, as although at one point he did try to figure out sleeping beauty disease, he got bored of that quickly. It can't be explained logically, which means it's not worth his time. And anyway, it's not affecting him, and if it did then that would be nice. A break from constantly having to isolate himself just so that he doesn't get in trouble for violence. He wouldn't mind just falling asleep for a while, maybe if they figured out how to wake people up they would manage to screw with his brain enough to get his stupid nerves to work how they should. Or they would just never manage to wake him up, and he wouldn't have to care.

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snakeyem12 · Mar 25, 2016

REQUISITE: Name: He calls himself Artemis, although this is not his true name. As nobody knows he is a dryad, they have no reason to suspect the name is anything other than his true name. However, if they do somehow figure out he is a dryad, which he would rather not have happen, and they do their reasearch on dryads, they will find it is the name of the female goddess that dryads worship. He chose this name purely because it was a name he knew was used for human males.

Show name: Piper

Age: He appears and acts 19, this is actually his mental age. He is actually much older, more years than he cares to count, but as he is a dryad, he does age, just very slowly.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Ethnicity/Species: Dryad

Ability: Artemis plays pan pipes in a very soothing and enchanting way, whilst he would never try to harm someone, it could easily be used to at vaguely control someone, or at least, distract and disable them.

Act: Artemis goes on at the end of the show. His act is intended to calm the audience, which helps in stopping them leaving in a rabble, preventing them all getting nightmares from the events they have seen, and lightly encourages them to tell their friends about how great the show was.

Job: Artemis is generally put on selling tickets, as he is very charismatic, and his act is right at the end of the show, so him selling tickets fits his schedule nicely.

Tent number: Where-ever there's space.
APPEARANCE: Height: About six foot four.

Weight: Around ten stone, he's fairly underweight, although looks perfectly healthy, as this is a normal weight for dryads.

Build: Mesomorphic

Hair: His hair is always gelled in a way that suggests he's put no effort in.

Eyes: Artemis' eyes are a deep blue, that accentuate his hair nicely.

Piercings/tattoos/scars: Artemis' body is a clean slate, he doesn't allow imperfections such as scars and tattoos on his body, although he has nothing against them on others.
PERSONA: Personality:

He tends to act much differently to how one would expect a dryad to act, they are generally very shy, yet Artemis is a very confident person, who is very charismatic and loves talking to people. He can be a little awkward in his lack of understanding of how the human world works, but has tried his best to learn how to act. He can be annoying at times, mainly because he talks too much. He's not particularly bubbly as such, he's not overly exited about everything, he's just generally friendly.

He can come across slightly badly though, as he is generally very flirtatious. He has a habit of appearing behind people from what seems like nowhere, although that's just him naturally being lightfooted. He doesn't seem to have a proper understanding of the term 'personal space' and is often found whispering in peoples ears and just being slightly creepy. He doesn't do this deliberately, he's just being a bit flirty, and is oblivious to people's discomfort at his behaviour.

Many people seem to think that Artemis has ulterior motives for his general behaviours. although these are all just normal behaviours as a male dryad. The problem is, he doesn't like to advertise the fact he is a dryad, and in fact tries to keep everyone, including the performers and Nico, under the impression he is human. This is the largest lie he carries, and he doesn't even really have to lie, nobody assumes a male dryad anyway, they're unheard of.

Likes:

Talking to people

Helping others

Nature

Playing music for people

Animals

Dislikes:

People ignoring him

Being excluded

Dryads

Rudeness

Being kept in small spaces

Lying

Being seen as/ associated with dryads

Shirts

Behavioural quirks:

Stepping very lightly

Constantly being in others personal space

Talking to trees

Goes outside when upset

Talks in a different language at random times

Always talks in a different language when lying

Doesn't wear shirts no matter what weather it is, and won't give a reason why. The actual reason is because he's used to not wearing shirts, is not particularly affected by cold, and due to his heightened dryad senses, is very sensitive to the uncomfortable texture of clothes.
IN DEPTH: Biography:

Artemis hates having to talk about his past, he just finds it generally unnecessary. He's forgotten most of it anyway, that's what happens when you live too long. He does know that he was exiled by the dryads, as all male dryads are. They're a species known for being entirely female, and as well as being the opposite sex, male dryads have very different behaviours. Despite this, he had to stay at his home in the forest until he was old enough to be kicked out, which was very recently. He hated leaving his home, as dryads are naturally joined to their homes, but he had no choice. He has come to the first performance, with the intention of just watching, although he would not object to joining if he found himself in that situation.
OPINIONS ON PEOPLE: Need to do
OTHER: Theme Song:

Other:

Artemis can end up accidentally speaking in elven occasionally. He sometimes speaks it when talking to people by accident, but generally speaks in it to trees. He knows this language as elves and dryads are generally quite close.
WRITING SAMPLE: Writing sample:

This is the same as my other writing sample, I don't know if you actually want a different one or not.

Alex is awake by the time his alarm goes off. Or rather, he's still awake when it goes off. It's amazing what a few cups of coffee and a good project to work on can to to someones sleep cycle. He stands up to go turn his alarm off, and then heads back to his laptop to save his work and turn that off too. He's disappointed that he has to stop, he was hoping to finish before he had to go to school today, but apparently that was an unrealistic goal. He puts his laptop in its case and grabs his bag to leave for the day. Whilst doing this he realises he had some stupid homework to hand in today, but his own project is more important, or at least in his opinion it is.

He's only been working on some coding, as although at one point he did try to figure out sleeping beauty disease, he got bored of that quickly. It can't be explained logically, which means it's not worth his time. And anyway, it's not affecting him, and if it did then that would be nice. A break from constantly having to isolate himself just so that he doesn't get in trouble for violence. He wouldn't mind just falling asleep for a while, maybe if they figured out how to wake people up they would manage to screw with his brain enough to get his stupid nerves to work how they should. Or they would just never manage to wake him up, and he wouldn't have to care.

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dwale · Mar 25, 2016

N i c o G e r i g

".Obsession it eats me whole."

Requisite: .Name.

Nico Numitor Gerig

.Aliases.

The Ringmaster

.Age.

Appears 25

.Gender.

Cismale (He/Him)

.Sexuality.

No preference

.Species.

Sanguinarian

.Act.

Nico runs the show and keeps everything on track.

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Appearance: .Hair.

Pitch black and almost always slicked back.

.Eyes.

Nearly the same color as his hair.

.Height.

6'1"

.Weight.

180 lbs

.Build.

Mesomorphic

.Unique Features.

The faintest scar of what looks like a bite on his collarbone

His abnormally pointed canines

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Persona: .Personality.

Nico possesses the soul of a man who has seen human kind at their very worst, occasionally due to his own hands. He's quick-witted, friendly and the master at handling disaster. He tends to hang around others rather than sit alone, finding the silence eery and displeasing. He's honest, though not to the point where people dislike him for it, and will often tell you what he's thinking, when he's thinking. A charismatic and allocentric individual, he's the best at what he does as the Ringmaster.

However, there is a primal side of Nico that is exposed when he's livid. He's quick to anger, easily stressed and this often leads to disaster. When too much is dished onto his plate he tends to lose it and disappear for days, only to return in what seems to be a drunken stupor, though alcohol has no effect on him. He doesn't talk about these fits, instead choosing to ignore them, and continue to work until the stress builds up again. The Sanguinarian becomes fairly unstable when hungry and will retreat to his caravan without another word.

Despite his large flaws, when he loves, he loves with every bit of his soul. He'll remain loyal to those that never wrong him until the day they die and would never willingly choose to do them wrong. He'd rather not hurt anyone and it greatly pains him that he must due to the specie he was turned into.

.Fears.

Phobophobia - Fear of Fire

Thanatophobia - Fear of Dying

.Likes.

Old Timey Movies & Music

Being Center Stage

Novels

Lanterns

Physical Contact

Darkness

.Dislikes.

Being Belittled

Dairy Products

Heat

Bright Lights

Liars

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In Depth: .Biography.

WIP

.Relationships.

Chris

Nico isn't a fan of the wolf, but he does admire the way that he watches out for everyone. He's also is grateful that Chris can very easily turn attention from a disaster and to the wolf himself in a matter of seconds.

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Other: .Theme Song.

.Other.

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Writing Sample: .Writing Sample.

Diminium · Mar 25, 2016

The Shadow Walker

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REQUISITE: Name: Kaoru Suoh

Show name: The Shadow Dancer, "Kage"

Age: 16

Gender: Gender fluid. Prefers he/him, they/them

Sexuality: Pansexual

Act: "I play with my own shadow. Akrao."

Tent number: He likes 7

Species: Not quite human.
APPEARANCE: Height: 5'3

Weight: 112 LBs. He's underweight.

Build: Very skinny, like you could snap him in half by holding his hand. He'll rake his knuckles across your jaw if you try and suggest anything negative about his appearance

Hair: Black hair cropped short, ruffled no matter how much he tries to brush it.

Eyes: Big black eyes. They're hard and cold

Piercings/tattoos/scars: Kaoru has mostly curbed his habit of cutting himself. Despite this, there are still many scars on his wrists, and a few on his thighs. both of his ears are pierced. And they typically have black studs in them, although he likes hoop earrings
PERSONA: Personality: How many synonyms are there for quiet, angry, and out of the way?

He's all three. He stays out of the way and keeps to himself, mostly because he feels like a constant hindrance. He can't lift that crate, he's too weak and such. He feels like he is unable to do anything useful, so he hopes that by staying out of the way, people will leave him alone. He hates human interaction, because half of the time he feels that he either has nothing to add, or he's making a fool out of himself. So when in conversation he comes often across as very disinterested, or even holier-than-thou. He just prefers to observe.

He's usually stone cold when it comes to emotion, but if he's not, then he's angry. But not loud, screaming angry; little glares, stepping on your toes, getting under your skin angry. He bottles up all of his emotions for as long as he can, but if you push him past the breaking point, the dam collapses, and all of his pent up emotions come spilling out, although not like a pot of boiling water, but a vat of hot oil. He's dangerous, and he suddenly thrists for revenge. He wants you to feel the way he does, in a selfish way. Why? Because he's a psychic empath. He feels your happy, your outrage, your sad moments, and he hates how he can't control it. He hates that you're happy. He wants to be happy too, but it's impossible when 10 different emotions are yelling at him all at once. So he's angry.

It takes a lot to get to know him. And at first, you'll only be labeled as nosy, or a nuisance. Then there's denial. There's something in it for you. You don't really care. But maybe he'll warm up to you. Maybe he'll tell you how he's feeling, and he'll ask you about your day as he stirs his tea. He's loyal, albeit lonely. He wouldn't mind having someone to talk to. So maybe chance it...

Fears:

Anyone finding out too much about him

Massive germaphobe

Likes:

Cats

Baggy clothing

Tea

Rubix's cubes

Cozy spaces

Reading

Rain

Nail polish

Peace and quiet

Chess

Dislikes:

Big, sniffly dogs

Small, yappy dogs

Selling tickets

Getting dirty

Drama queens

Being touched

Little kids

Behavioural

quirks: He feels the need to lie a lot. Over any little thing. His ability to do so is nothing to scoff at though.

Whenever he is nervous or angry, he clenches his left fist.
IN DEPTH: Biography:

Selling fortunes and tarot card he rigged himself on the side of the street, he manipulated the emotions of others to scrape by. Are they sad because they can't get a date? Simply pull out the selection of cards dedicated entirely to romance. Repeat for wealth, luck, and profit. He would play the sad innocent, getting extra cash in his pocket. He was never entirely alone, his shadow had a mind of its own. But it was very smart. Stay hidden, stay vague. And it assisted him whenever Kaoru needed to pickpocket. It never really said much, but at least something had his back.

That's the only thing he cares to remember, because it got him where he is. A rather famous travelling circus came into town, and he was just a little curious. Sneaking into the circus so he wouldn't have to pay, all the performers seemed happy. What did he have to lose? He packed up what little he had, and became a stowaway. When he was discovered, the circus crew was the first he ever revealed his sentient shadow to, in an almost desperate attempt for survival. It worked, and that's all he cares about.
CAST N CREW: Thoughts_

Cesar Roach: Very tall, his ceaseless optimism at first came off as annoying, and even enraging, but he's noticed that they might share a bit more in common from what he's observed, aside from their differing views on felines.

Prim: He doesn't dare tell her to shut up when she starts to become a smart ass. He doesn't trust those illusions.

Elizabeth: For all he knows, she could be manipulating Akrao, or talking with his shadow about him behind his back. She's less intimidating because she's so short. "Stupid witch. At least she doesn't go around making a mess."

Ryan: Well, he's the one keeping him from being the youngest, so there's that, but his lust for pain comes off as a little more than unnerving to Kaoru. He isn't annoying for "a kid" so he doesn't truly have any issue. They seem more alike than some of the others. though he'll pass on whatever "S&M house party" he plans on throwing.

Dorian: More illusions he doesn't trust. He fixes his clothing to protect his neck whenever he's around, thank you very much. He doesn't know too much about this guy.

Darcy: "She's quiet. Next."

Lucille: "Well, uh. She's a cat. So that's cool." He hates it when she pounces all over him without asking, but in his mind, he doesn't object to sitting beside her, or picking her up as a cat, or even getting to know her better.

Baby: She really weirds him out. Her general demeanor, and the way she comes across as trying to be "Cutesy?" He isn't even sure, but her babyish way of acting, even as a facade of sorts drives him far away, even if he's not hitting the mark, he doesn't want to stay around and find out.

Miles: "He seems to have a problem with me. He does like chess though."

Spencer: "There's some here that I don't get. He's always fidgeting."

Jamie: He wonders about the "quality" of his fortune telling, (mainly a product of his own jealousy)

Nico: "Thanks for not kicking me out." Kaoru admires his ability to handle things well, and is thankful that he isn't always bursting with optimism, and although it's just him, he thinks of whenever Nico's mad as "being mad together," as Nico affects his mood more than he lets on.

Chris: Any well meaning dig Chris takes at him stings in a way that he can't describe. He hates his over-zealousness and optimism that sources a few bad headaches, but most of all, he doesn't want to be told that "He's boring" or "Terribly awful." Dancing with him always puts him in a bitter mood. But he includes Kaoru in a way only he and the Ringmaster does. And maybe he appreciates that more than he lets on.
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Stupid job hunters.

The pebbles on the ground poked through his sandles, causing him discomfort as he awkwardly tried to shift his feet in such a way to get them to stop bothering him. It was futile, and a scowl graced his face for only a mere second, and a slouching man tossed the price on the small, purple and black chippy table.

"Please help me." He begged, kneeling before him, a look of distraught desperation stricken on his face. He was frantic. Trying to hide from something. Kaoru bowed his head, a mystic look appearing on half of his face, a sick mask pulled on his mouth and nose. Akrao crept for a stack as Kaoru waved one hand over the table, matte purple polish on his nails, and his too-big hoodie with worn elbows that he loved.

Akrao slipped him the pile as they moved in unison, although only one was seen. With skill and precision, he fanned the cards over the table.

"One leads to your fate. The one that you choose. It's entwined."

The man gazed over the five cards. They all said the same thing. "Stay if you must, but flee if you wish." He picked the one in the dead center, reading it once, before his eyebrows shot up, a look of pure victory written on his face. "T-thank you! Why, this is exactly what I needed!"

Kaoru gave a small bow. "May good fortune rest upon your head. And remember; bad times are just times that are bad..."

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Angst · Mar 25, 2016

C e s a r R o a c h

Requisite: .Name.

Cesar Roach

.Aliases.

Cesar the Clown

.Age.

20

.Gender.

Male

(He/Him)

.Sexuality.

Pansexual

.Act.

A very sinister sort of clown. He did not come up with the act himself (The young man who introduced him to Cirque did), but he thoroughly enjoys performing it.

.Species.

He's human. Probably.

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Appearance: .Hair.

Brown and scruffy

.Eyes.

Blue

.Height.

6'3"

.Weight.

165 lbs.

.Build.

Thin and lanky

.Unique Features.

Sharp cheekbones and an unnatural paleness

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Persona: .Personality.

Cesar is a peculiar character. Seemingly fearless, there also appears to be nothing that can truly upset the man. His perpetual optimism is of the sinister sort, however, to the extent that it isn't really optimism at all. Rather, Cesar views life in general as a sort of cruel joke, opting never to take anything too seriously. He is unable to empathize with people, and thus has difficulty understanding emotions, though he does not mind physical contact. To many, he appears sinister (for valid reasons), which leads most to leave him well enough alone, a fact that he doesn't exactly mind. Despite this, he is far from unfriendly. He will hold conversations with almost anyone, albeit ones that are cryptic and odd and strangely short, involving less speaking from his end than that of his partner. He merely does not get attached to people. On the rare occasion that he finds interest in someone, however, he or she should be warned: Cesar is not easily deterred in such circumstances.

Oddly enough, Cesar is not prone to spontaneous acts of violence, and is actually fairly docile. All in all, his disposition is something akin to that of a child's. He is often fascinated by simple things and delights in finding that he has done something to please another. He also possesses a juvenile sense of juvenile defiance, though, and will do what he wants, when he wants unless issued an order otherwise by someone he trusts and sees as a valid authority.

.Fears.

The sound of sirens

Being totally alone

Fear itself

.Likes.

.Dislikes.

Cats

Alcohol

Speaking too much

Unnecessary killing

.Eccentricities.

Cesar is colorblind, and has a strange fascination with blood and physical pain, his own in particualr. He also has a tendency to tilt his head when listening to someone speak.

Blood

Observing

Chaotic situations

Mice and rats

Sharp/shiny objects

Flowers

Performing

Aggressive people

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In Depth: .Biography.

Cesar was raised a very different young man, in what seems to be an entirely different lifetime. Born Malcolm Tran to a small town physician and his wife, the oldest of their two children, he grew up in an environment that was nothing less than nurturing. As a child, Malcolm quickly showed signs of promise due to a great interest in his schooling and a desire to learn as much about the world as possible. He wanted nothing more than to study medicine himself and to eventually take on his father's position, and throughout his young adult life was constantly striving towards this goal. Malcolm was a charming young man, kind and obedient and very intellectual, his parents' pride and joy. Thus, his relationship with them, as well as with his sister, was a good, strong one. Everything stayed exactly like this, with the occasional bump in the road, until his eighteenth year.

But of course, nothing ever goes as planned.

Only months before he was set to leave home to attend college abroad, while out walking in the woods surrounding the family property, he slipped and fell down a steep incline, sustaining through this freak accident a head injury that would change his entire life. When he regained consciousness, he no longer knew who he was or what he was doing out in the forest. He could simply sit and stare in fascination at the small stream of blood flowing from his arm.

The young man, who had gotten far enough from home that no one had yet been able to discover his location, wandered around for a few days aimlessly, and would have done so longer had it not been for the fact that he was discovered by another man, who found him filthy and looking as if he hadn't eaten in days. As it turned out, this man was with a traveling circus that had taken up position not far off, and noting Malcolm's oddity, felt that he would fit right in. It was he who dreamed up his act and gave him his new name, Cesar Roach. Cesar has been with the Cirque ever since, and is content with his new lifestyle.

.Relationships.

TBD

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From the thread Of Screams and Silence

Darkness. Complete, all-encompassing darkness. It was as if he were floating in an endless void, into which no light could enter, and from which no life could escape. Try as he might, he could not form any conscious thought, forced simply to dwell inside the endless expanse of nothing until, suddenly, a faint light struck his eyelids, stirring him from the throes of unconscious sleep. What day was it? In his groggy state of mind, he managed a breathy sigh at the thought of having to return to his workplace and supervise his less-than-efficient employees, especially after the ordeal with the numerical errors that had occurred the evening prior. Those incompetent, useless, sons of-

Anthony's train of thought came to a screeching halt as he attempted to lift a hand to rub at his eyes and found himself strangely unable to move his arms. Seized by panicked confusion, he tried once, twice more to lift his arms, only to find that they were securely bound in place. Attempts to move his legs were met with similar results. In a burst of cold terror, he opened his eyes and threw his head into an upright position, immediately regretting the action as soon as he had done so. Searing pain shot through his skull, the sheer magnitude of which drew an agonized groan from his lips and brought his head back down upon his shoulder. A sudden feeling of nausea overcame him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, reaching desperately into the depths of his memory to recall the events that had led him to this moment.

Where was he? How had he gotten there? What was the cause of the debilitating pain in his head? As the details of the previous night returned to him, Anthony's blood turned to ice in his veins. He remembered the girl in the alleyway, who had claimed to have been attacked and to whom he had offered reluctant assistance. He also recalled bidding her goodnight, and after that, all was enveloped in darkness, what had she done? What exactly had happened?

Forcing his eyes open despite the effect that the dim lighting had on his pounding skull, the accountant surveyed his environment as best he could without turning his head, breathing ragged and heart beating fiercely in his chest as terror gripped him once more. He was in someone's kitchen - whose, he did not know exactly, but he did have his prime suspect - tied fast to a wooden chair. Frantically, his eyes, with a look resembling that of an animal trapped in a cage, scanned the room for any possible routes of escape, but, finding none, he once again began to to fruitlessly at his restraints, nearly crying out at the pain it brought to his skull. It was for this reason that he did not make an attempt to shout for help.

Once he had grown tired with this, finally struck by defeat at the realization that escape, at the moment, was totally impossible, he let his head fall to his shoulder as he tried desperately to think through the fog that clouded his terrified mind, only to find himself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes. It appeared that he was not alone.

kou · Mar 25, 2016

p r i m

o v e r v i e w: N A M E

Prim

A G E

21

G E N D E R

Female (she/her/they pronouns)

S E X U A L I T Y

Omnisexual

B I R T H . D A T E

6 / 14 / 94'

Z O D I A C

Gemini

p h y s i q u e: E Y E S

Almond

C O M P L E X I O N

Ebony

E T H N I C I T Y

African American

H A I R

Curly + Coarse

H E I G H T

5'9

W E I G H T

139 lbs.

B U I L D

Curvaceous

s y n o p s i s: A L I A S

Prim

A C T

Illusionist

P E R S O N A

Often known for goofing around and generally being a smart-ass, Prim is one for jokes and trickery although her cynical behavior often comes in the form of her abilities (i.e relentlessly torturing those who are curious enough to wonder what her act revolves around.) Prim is somewhat quiet in certain situations, preferring to observe from afar rather than interfere with the everyday necessities that socialization requires however if one was to familiarize themselves with the young woman, they would find that she was generally friendly and outgoing. Of course, a kind heart does not come without baggage and due to Prim's mastery of illusions, she often finds herself not knowing how to differentiate between reality and falsities and this can lead to the girl appearing somewhat off-balance or delusional if she is left to her own devices for too long. Prim is harmless however it is advisable not to toy around with her mind as a means of revenge seeing as it can lead to Prim becoming a hazard to others or even herself (in short, don't fuck with an illusionist by doing senseless mind tricks on said illusionist.) Prim utilizes illusions as a coping mechanism, her act has often been a crutch that she falls back on when things appear to be getting too trivial for her tastes and although she risks the potential of annoying those around her by the countless amount of pranks and buffoonery, Prim is not one to push the envelope too far and prefers to maintain on a perfect balance in which people are content to simply speak with her but would not be alone with her in a room for the sake of their sanity and hers as well. Manipulation is a common factor in her talent although Prim isn't one to needlessly resort to such measures unless she feels threatened, she has a knack for persuasion albeit her eccentric behavior and constant need to be surrounded by others makes many take her for granted.

Knowledge isn't something Prim bases her life on daily however there will be times in which the young woman prefers to memorize certain things said by others or quotes, she is never one to forget or forgive and once spited, she won't so easily bend towards another's will. Prim can be naive but to an extent and she certainly does not tolerate the daily drama of others, she has enough burdens in her life to be content with staying away from those who seem problematic and she does not "bandwagon" as some are want to do. Given the murky details of her past, Prim is more liable to change her story every time she is asked and those who know her are already at peace with the fact that they may never know the full details of her person, the woman believes in keeping to herself when it comes to recounting her life and she becomes easily frustrated with those who continue to pry. It is better left unsaid that Prim is not able to handle deep relationships with others, her need for comfort and support can border on selfishness and she is slightly unstable when it comes to emotions. Due to this, Prim has lost quite a number of friends although she makes up for this by being able to give support when it is needed, finding a sense of security in fixing other people's problems (there is a limit she can handle) rather than focusing on her own.

B I O

Growing up in a conservative household wasn't what many would expect, the lack of affection which was prominent in Prim's family could be what led the girl to having an intense need for support and although both of Prim's parents were present in her life..glitter was not always gold. Prim's mother, Odessa, was a renowned district attorney who never happened to be home whereas Prim's father, Louie, worked from home and was around enough to imprint upon their child that she was generally useless in the scheme of grander things. Prim was shaped in her parents image, a perfect child with steady grades whom was born to be average although the young girl had other plans, finding solace in the magic shows her father would take her to once a year on her birthday and discovering that she wished to learn the ways of the illusionists before her. Prim attended an all-girl's school due to her father lamenting over the wicked ways of boys and she was made to be present at Sunday school every Sunday or else there would be repercussions, her parents did not tolerate the girl's obsession with pranks and tom-foolery and often punished her for doing such things by locking her in her room until it was engraved into her head that magic was 'bad.' Odessa was quite a suspicious woman and happened to believe that magic was the work of the Devil (despite her husband's attempts to dissuade her) and she eventually banned Prim from her one source of entertainment, preventing her from going to the magic shows she had become so fond of. Prim was ruined, unable to find any comfort in anything else despite her parents signing her up for ballet and at the age of 18, Prim made a decision that many would have thought of as foolish.

She ran away.

Without anything in her possession, Prim made her way towards where she knew she would be accepted and found herself in the hands of Cirque Du Freak. She was young and impressionable and fascinated by the workings of the freak-show and instantly began practicing her own hand at illusions and the like. Eventually, Prim was able to obtain a spot in the freak-show although the presence of her parents still frightens her to this day seeing as Prim never settled her differences with them, choosing to take the easiest route out and sever all ties with the two in her need to be independent. Although her mother continues to search for her, her father has long since given up and Prim has done quite a good job with distorting her appearance although she still prefers to keep to her own devices due to the constant threat of Odessa discovering her and taking her away.

F E A R S

Agateophobia - Fear of insanity

Coulrophobia - Fear of clowns

Athazagoraphobia - Fear of being forgotten

L I K E S

Calm Music

Warm Spaces

Large Crowds

Milk

Oranges

Pranks

D I S L I K E S

Being Alone

Being Ignored

Intense Anger

Delusions

Nightmares

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Sega · Mar 25, 2016

Requisite: Name

Dorian Komolov

Alias/Stage Name

The Illusionist

Age

23 human years (170 in his actual age)

Gender

Male

Sexual - Orientation

Pansexual

Act

Dorian is the illusionist on stage. He can makes coins disappear and reappear behind your ear, he cuts people in half, he transforms mice into doves.

Species

Vampire.
Appearance: General Appearance

Dorian looks, all in all, unkempt and shabby. Dark collars circle his tired looking brown eyes, and he rarely remembers to shave his beard. It's not that he's letting it out purposefully, or that he wants to look fashionable - he just doesn't care about it. Just like it, his hair is also ruffly.

He's of average height - 183cm, and his body frame is average too. Neither too skinny nor fat, without muscle, you can see it's life of someone who doesn't really do physical work.

Even though he was turned at the age of 23, people would mostly give him 30-ish - years of stress, alcohol, and little sleep added to his frame, making his physical vessel look older than it really is.
Persona: Personality

Dorian is a tired cynic, with little sense of shame. Probably not the person you should put your trust into - until you get to know him well. Then he becomes as loyal as a dog, willing to give his life for his friends. His long fingers have caused him trouble over time, since he is a kleptomaniac - he will steal anything, doesn't matter what. What's his biggest trick on the stage, anyway? It's making audience's wallets disappear, all of sudden, without them realizing it. While everyone's focused on the act, who would even notice his hand slipping in their pockets, and taking a few pounds off their weight?

Dorian's life mission is to be drunk as much as possible, so it's no wonder you can see him sipping on the flask most of the time. He's tipsy, hits the walls, runs into doors - but it helps him get through the day. Or so he swears. Being sober causes him headaches at this point, makes him inable to sleep, and causes him hard crisis.

After all, he's a very submissive person - he isn't someone who would fight or stand up against orders. It's not that he doesn't have opinion of his own - he's good at reading people, he sees through, he just won't really fight about it. He just gives in, with his meek personality. Inable to fight back, partially because of his past, partially because of alcohol that works on him that way, making him unwilling to argue. Besides, he thinks too lowly of himself to actually go and try to rebel. As far as he knows, he's good for nothing. This is related to his turning trauma, and a relationship with an older, more dominant man.

He feels responsible for others, especially younger people - and injustice hurts him, which, in mix with his 'whatever' nature causes him to feel trendemous guilt. He will try to set things right after the crisis passes, but won't fight directly.

He's just a man with nothing to lose, thus, nothing to worry about.

Vampire side

Dorian could never say he actually likes his form, or immortality, or being stuck in his body, or killing people and feeding himself. No matter how many years have passed, he still feels terrible discomfort being hungry, and gets terrified when he remembers some of awful things he had done. Every time after feeding, he drinks himself in alcoholic coma, to try and forget. He tries to sustain himself with animals or hospital blood he, God knows how, manages to steal, but it's not always enough. The hungrier he gets, the more unstable he is.

Fears

- Other vampires. Being a thief and a fraud is not seen as a very fancy thing in the community.

- Facing himself. That's why he drinks anyway.

- Lack of alcohol.

- Insanity, that could follow the upper fears.

Likes

+ Theatre

+ Romantic movies

+ Occult

+ Reading

+ Philosophy

Dislikes

- Other paranormal beings (they make him feel uncomfortable)

- Conflict

- Modern music

- Religion in any way
In Depth: Biography

Dorian was just your typical student back in 1870es, living in a poor one-room apartmant, surrounded by books, bugs, and dust. Until he met him. A charming, just a few years older guy - who flipped his world upside-down. He enjoyed his touches and husky voice, and sense of safety. Finally he trusted someone. And how could he not?

That is, until one night, when Dorian decided to drop by his lover's flat. It would be a nice surprise, he figured! And when he opened the door, he found his boyfriend devouring a bloody heart on the floor, his eyes filled with savage rage.

Colour drained from Dorian's face, as he stumbled backwards, confused and terrified, before he felt weight pressing him against the wall. And before he felt sharp teeth dig into his neck, his heart stopping to beat.

He managed to pull away, and escape, falling down a flight of stairs in process.

Since then, Dorian mostly dragged himself around, travelling and drinking, the whole thing leaving a scar on his psyche, as he tried to forget the betrayal and the sense of fear he never forgot since then. And which he remembers every time he stops drinking. Without money, he started performing tricks in the streets, earning some buck that way, and slipping the wallets out the pockets of the audience.

And circus coming to the city seemed a fantastic opportunity to expand his area of work.

Sample: "Hey. Hey, Desya."

"Desya, are you alive? Get out of it, look at the sunshine, birds chirping-."

The way Koldoka woke up that morning was everything but pleasant. His eyes groggily opened, clouded with curtains of sleep pulling his eyelids back down. But it was over now - his peaceful sleep was already shaked up, and he lifted up his head - literally ungluing it from woodden desk - and through half-closed eyes looked around himself, not recognizing the place. Not really caring yet to recognize it, either. He didn't register the bottle in his hand yet.

"Where am I-?" he mumbled, his voice filled with blissfull ignorance and confusion.

"De Maupassant pub. Sixth avenue. You'll scare my customers away, get up."

What? He must had knocked himself unconscious last night. He shouldn't have drank that much. The eyelids were still falling down, but he felt a bit more awakened. Alright, great! He knew where he is! One step to clearing the fog that was surrounding his head. He looked around himself. Dirty old tables, a few more people lying around - just a few. He started trying to remember names. Acke Williams. He is the one with James Joyce novels in his backpack, right? Who is the guy by him... oh yeah, Ollie, that photographer. Great. There is Perce... He looked at the waitress, going around and snapping her fingers at them. She was pretty used to sight of brooding young intellectuals damaging their livers in her pub. Hell, she and her friend worked at shifts, he knew them so well he had their birthdates scribbled down. For last birthday he gifted her a small photo holder statue with an inspiring message and a smiley.

"Sanja, hey. Which time is it?"

"8:30 am. We are opening, I can't have you lying around with bottles like last pairs of-."

"What?!"

***

He had never jumped on his bike faster in his life. And as Kolya franatically turned his wheels, maneuvring the full street in weirdest manner, trying not to tumble over or to hit somebody - he was rushed by only one thing. To get there in time. He was already late, his big bag full of books and notebooks wiggling behind him. Classes were in the afternoon, but his daily job, working in an old bookshop. He dwelled for a second whether to eat or not to eat, but his, bitten by alcohol stomach, couldn't even fathom thought of putting anything inside. He finally reached the street, his bike thrown on the floor by the shop, as he stumbled inside breathlessly.

8:45 am.

Only 45 minutes late.

He panically shoved his key inside (thank God he didn't lose it), and opened the door to dusty used books store.

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Ariel · Mar 25, 2016

Little Miss Lizzy

Requisite: Name || Elizabeth Phantom

Alias/Stage Name || Miss Lizzy

Age || 23

Gender || Female

Sexual Orientation || Pansexual

Act || Puppet Show

Species || Witch; Necromancer

(A necromancer is almost a species in itself but is commonly classified under "Witch". She holds the ability to manipulate the spirits and communicate with the dead. For example she has placed some spirits of the deceased inside of the dolls she uses in the show, allowing them to move on their own. She does not age as a normal human does, in fact, but instead ages very, very slowly. This halt in the aging process stopped when she turned eighteen. Another power of hers is manipulation of the body. She herself resembles a doll because she made herself that way.)

Appearance: Height || 4'9"

Weight || 119 lbs.

Hair Color || Ebony

Eye Color || A very pale Green

Build || Mesomorph

Blemishes/Scars || Visibly Flawless; Marble-Like Skin

Body Modifications/Etc. || Lizzy has doll-like joints replacing every one of the normal joints across her body. Because of this, or so it seems, she can bend in unimaginable ways and moves inhumanly.

Persona: || Personality ||

Elizabeth is as a proper young woman should be. She is polite and mannerly. She keeps everything clean and is always prim. She respects others and expects them to do the same. As is how she should be, or at least how she believes she should be. Growing up in a different time has done a lot to change her perspective. That being said, equality is still relevant to her. While she believes sometimes each gender has their place, she also believes that both genders are equals and they should be treated as so. If someone doesn't necessarily follow along with their gender role, she won't look down on them for it, but only holds herself in regards to such rules. Lizzy always likes to wear extravagant dresses, corsets, and the such. They're old fashioned, with a twinge of modern style since most she has had custom made for her. Most of the colors she wears are dark, since she tends to associate darkness with peace.

While she is kind and gentle, she can be assertive and confident. In fact, she is very confident in herself, and also aware of her limitations and boundaries. Elizabeth is smart enough to know when she can not exceed them and will very rarely try when the odds are not in her favor. She is intelligent and cunning even. Through the years, Elizabeth has found it important to keep up with recent education and does a lot of reading in her spare time. Elizabeth likes to be one step ahead of every situation and in control of what happens to her. When she is not, that's when the less than perfect Elizabeth begins to bleed through. Losing control causes anxiety to fester inside of her. When she does lose her head, Elizabeth can change drastically becoming high strung, impulsive, and nearly hysterical. This does not happen often but can very well happen at any time. Being the proper young woman she strives to be, it's not very polite to let such a thing happen.

When it comes to getting back at someone, Elizabeth loves revenge. A darker side of her most do not often see since she tends to do such things discreetly. Simply confronting someone can be no fun. It's much more enjoyable to get them a taste of their own medicine. Most often though, she deals with things in a civilized manner. It's only when someone hurts her badly does she jump to such measures.

Elizabeth is not tolerant of things like stupidity, harm to others, and the such. In these situations, she'll confront you if she believes it is necessary or if it involves someone else. If it is someone doing her harm, she'll wash her hands of them and be done. She does have self respect after all and will not let anyone walk all over her.

Elizabeth is rather mature for her age, or as the age she appears considering she ages a lot slower than a human. She handles responsibility well and gets work done. She can be one to count on, whether that be in a business setting or she can be someone to talk to about something and get advice from. Elizabeth is pretty good at that; being in tune with others feelings. It's her own feelings she's not too keen with. Expression of feelings leaves room for judgement of others. People will look at her differently and she can only find that being worse than being left alone to deal with her darker emotions. Vulnerability is not something she takes lightly too and prefers to keep her vulnerabilities under lock and key. One thing though that she does wear on her sleeve is her love for children. There's a motherly quality inside her that wants to cherish the young and innocent. Something warms her heart about people depending on her to be providing, gentle, and caring. While she has never had a child, and she herself can never bare children, she always has said that if she had one of her own, she would give them the world.

|| Likes ||

- Tea

- Classical Music

- Antiques

- The Night Sky

- Rabbits

- Dolls

- Children

- Traveling

|| Dislikes ||

- Obnoxiousness

- Dirt

- Disorganization

- Closed minds

- Carelessness

- Excessive amounts of Technology

- Bugs, Worms, Spiders, Rats, etc.

|| Fears ||

- Large Fire/Flames

- Passing Time

- Judgement

In-Depth: || Background ||

Born in 1692, Elizabeth was the daughter of an american judge and a gentle little woman who took her job seriously as a mother of six daughters. They were all fed well and taken care of. Elizabeth had been the youngest and therefor, was the least important. While people tended to baby the youngest child in a family in modern times, Elizabeth was just another child that was had and might not even be married by the time her parents passed away. Still, her mother loved her children all the same. The same could not be said about her father who clearly had chosen the second daughter, Annabelle, as his favorite. Every time a suitor came to their home, it was Annabelle that they pushed forward as the obvious choice and the one they always chose to doll up.

Time passed and not one of the daughters had left the home. Their father was impatient and their mother was disappointed. Now came only of the most desirable suitors, a handsome young man who's father owned a large sum of land. If a daughter was married, they were promised land and the daughter was promised to be pampered with lavish jewels and beautiful dresses. Annabelle stood front and center as the parents greeted the lad, and the other daughters stood around her. Elizabeth stood near the back, behind Gwendolyn, the fifth daughter, with her head down. She never fancied any of this. Moving away to a place you did not want to go with a man you hardly knew anything about... It was the last thing she wanted.

Imagine everyone's surprise when the man, Henry he had introduced himself as, pushed past Annabelle and all of the other daughters to stand in front Elizabeth. He took her hands in his and asked, "Could I have your daughters hand in marriage?"

At first, their father was speechless. Elizabeth took it upon herself to answer.

"Most definitely not!"

A collection of gasps. Her fathers face went red as she pulled away.

"Of course she will. When will you leave?"

"Tonight."

Soon the deed was handed over, Elizabeth's stuff was packed and she was heading out in a coach with her husband to be.

"I know what you are."

"What I am? What do you know about me?" she snapped.

"I know that you're different. You don't fit in. You can't walk into a church without becoming ill. You look vastly different from those in your family."

"What of it?"

"You, my darling, are a witch. And I plan to teach you everything I know..."

|| Relationships ||

(Subject to Change; Talk to me if you wish for something else)

Ryan - Elizabeth finds him to be very intriguing. Because she has always enjoyed children, there's always a yearning she has to treat him as such but never actually does so. The reason why she likes him is because, like her dolls, he too does not feel pain. She doesn't say much to him, because she knows he probably would rather she not, but if ever in his company, it serves to make her happy. Bill has never hated a child more in his life.

Cesar Roach - Elizabeth finds him to be a strange fellow, but Nathan and Edith quite enjoy his act. While a part of her enjoys the childlike outlook he seems to have some times, she finds it a strange occurrence in a grown man. She doesn't mind being around him or speaking to him but if he does something too ridiculous she'll probably find another place to be. But, again she is strangely fascinated with his pain tolerance, as she compares it to her lovely dolls.

Prim - Elizabeth doesn't really like the things this girl does. She finds some of the things Prim does highly immature and distasteful. Elizabeth is sure that Prim is a good person, but it can be hard to bare the other parts of her. Because Elizabeth is not very tolerant when it comes to such things, she keeps a safe distance most of the time. Nathan however loves this girl and all of the wacky pranks she pulls.

Dorian Komolov - This man's attitude is disgusting for a multitude of reasons. Most of this has to do with his willingness to simply give up when the going gets tough. She also doesn't think it very pleasant that he happens to be drunk nearly all the time. However, his loyalty to those he cares about, she cannot deny is respectable. She pities him and sympathizes for his low self esteem. He's one of the rare few that Bill likes.

Other: || Theme ||

|| Puppets ||

Edith

Origin || Edith houses the spirit of a small girl, no older than seven, who died of the influenza (the flu) back when it was far harder to treat than it is today.

Height || 1'6"

Nathan

Origin || Inside Nathan is the spirit of an adolescent boy who caused a lot of trouble when he was alive. One day he was messing with things he wasn't supposed to (electrical equipment) and died quite suddenly.

Height || 3'0

Bill

Origin || A widowed man, who was stingy with his money and never wanted to be bothered in his older age, he died peacefully in his bed.

Height || 3'6"

Sample: "It wasn't as if Miku knew a whole lot about Nick, but as soon as he was saying goodbye, she suddenly felt the childlike urge to cling to this robotic man and beg him not to make her go. It was like children would do when their parents dropped them off at school. She didn't know this place, these people, or anything really about where she was. It had never been so blatant to Miku how cowardly she was until she was put into a situation like this. It was terrifying and she wanted nothing more than to simply open her eyes as if this was all some strange horrible dream, get ready for the next concert, and sing about the weird dream she had.

But instead of waking up, instead of clinging to Nick like a child, she gave him a nervous smile as he ruffled her hair and did her best not to suddenly burst into tears. "Thank you." Miku was a coward and she knew it. But the least she could do was hold herself together long enough to follow the group of strangers. She sent one last look at Nick before filing onto the ship after the group.

She kept to herself and didn't say a word. If these people were as violent as the people she had first come across, silence and keeping still was probably her best chances at survival. Being a robot, it was a lot easier to keep an expression of indifference. Instead of quivering, she absentmindedly pulled on her sleeves. She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact. After all, maybe it wasn't so bad. There was a possibility of returning home they had mentioned. She could see Luka and Rin and Kaito again. She could sing. It would be alright..."

Novus · Mar 25, 2016

A dash of human, if only for a little while.

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REQUISITE: NAME

Jamie Jones

AGE

23

GENDER

Cis Male

SEXUALITY

Questioning

ETHNICITY

Romani

JOB

Con Artist;

Applying to be the Fortune Teller

SPECIES

Human | Doppelganger(unaware)
APPEARANCE: HAIR

Dirty Blonde

EYES

Ice Blue

HEIGHT

5"10

WEIGHT

162 lbs.

BUILD

Mesomorphic
PERSONA: PERSONALITY

Jamie is a laid back, kick it kind of guy. He doesn't argue much and he would give you the shirt off his back. He's just naturally kindhearted. If there is anything Jamie absolutely hates, it's malicious intent. He cant even consciously kill a bug, if it isn't needed to be done. While he hates to be harmful, he is totally okay with being misleading--if it gets him what he wants.

But he does have an addictive lifestyle. Luckily, he's restricted his habits to weed and over-eating...which, in hindsight may just be the weed. He keeps to his schedule of fitness and crafts to keep himself busy. He knows that if he was ever to be exposed to something that made his very soul sing he would never be able to turn away from it.

LIKES

Working Out

Yoga

The Smell of Fresh Dew

Mystery Novels

DISLIKES

Papercuts

Veggie Burgers

Nonfat Yogurt

Missing a Workout Day

Rescheduling Events(especially a date)

BEHAVIORAL QUIRKS/ECCENTRICITIES

Stares into blank space when he is overthinking.

Occasionally shoplifts books to read.

Twists his hair absentmindedly.
A LITTLE MORE: HOW DID YOUR CHARACTER END UP WITH CIRQUE DU FREAK?

Chris and Jamie have old history. They were pretty close, but fell off during senior year when the man decided to leave abruptly. Since then, Jamie has been trying to fill a hole--one that has been plaguing him for his entire life. He let go of the friendship, but was surprised to find the man at a dive while he was on a grift. Conversation led to rekindling led to Chris giving him a ticket to the next show--and a great idea to bring in cash. Unknown to Jamie, he might just be heading to where he always belonged.

RELATIONSHIPS
OTHER: THEME

SONG

Sour Time- Portishead

ANYTHING ELSE

Jamie is exceptionally good at making little crafts out of nothing. It started when he would custom craft his bongs and pipes, but now it is more of a hobby than ever. He also has a very slick tongue--it takes a very skilled mind to see through the illusions he creates with his mouth.

General_warNpeace · Mar 25, 2016

Harley Addams

"Hey Puddin!"

Come: Name

Harley Addams

Nickname/Alias/Stage Name

Harley-Quinn, Nick-knack, or Trix/ Alice Fickle/ The flying Jester

"Know what all those names have in common?."

Age

21

"Just old enough to have fun."

Gender

Cis female

Sexual - Orientation

Heterosexual

Act

Mainly deal's in Aerialist Acrobatics but dabbles in other act's when needed like contortion or as a clown

Species

Wind demon

A wind demon can control and manipulate wind. They can form the wind into weapons or use it to fly as they lack wings like other demons. They do have the fangs and claw's of a normal demon and have the added advantage of being flexible.
Get: Height:

5'5"

Weight:

119 lbs.

Hair Color:

Blonde

Eye Color:

A light aqua

Build:

Mesomorph

Blemishes/Scars/Marks:

Harley has a few scars crisscrossing her abdomen.

Body Modifications/Etc:

Harley has her tongue pierced and two tattoo's. A heart on her right cheek and a music note on her left hip.

"Aren't I just a heartbreaker."
A: Personality

An extreme extrovert and mentally unstable Harley is well known for being very out there and uncontrollable. She has a talent for anything that can cause chaos and she tend's to treat everything like a game. Harley is also very confident and self assured especially in her look's but she doesn't date because: A) Most can't tolerate her love of chaos, B) She is a one man kind of girl, and C) She scares most people. She is very wild and reckless and will accept almost any challenge. No matter how dangerous. She is also extremely violent, slightly manipulative, and doesn't really seem to understand between right or wrong. Instead doing what feels right. Well known for her theatrics as well Harley can be very dramatic and slightly childish.

However, these tendency's tend to scare most people off so few get to know the extremely loyal, protective, clever, and stubborn side of her. The one that will protect her friends till the end and isn't afraid to get dirty when need's to. Though she insists she is still a lady when it happens. Harley adores cute thing's and often dotes on them even when they are extremely dangerous as she can be oblivious at times. However when need be Harley can be even more dangerous. Because of her unstable personality most insist she is just a dangerous child who doesn't care about others. They wouldn't really be wrong.

Fears:

Claustophobic

Being abandoned

Likes:

Music

Chaos

Games

Jokes

Violence

Flying

Mischief

Standing out

"I like anything fun."

Dislikes:

Being mistreated

Being misunderstood

Not being treated like a lady

Silence

Mood killers

Bullies

Sanity

"Why be sane when being insane is so much more fun."
Taste: Biography

Harley didn't have the best life. As a child she was an only child and her family lived in a small town. There she and her mother were forced to keep their true species a secret by her abusive father. He hated demons, even himself, and wanted to be normal. Because of this Harley wasn't taught to defend herself or survive like other demons. Nor was she taught to control her power's though her mother tried to teach her when she could. It was hard as her mother was a fire dragon.

When she was 14 the abuse and constant containment of her power's drove Harley's mother mad and she ended up exposing the family. Harley's father and mother was killed and Harley was left an orphan. Harley didn't resent human's because of this as she instead found them fascinating. Like weak toy's. The abuse had taken a toll on her mental health and she found herself different then most. At 16 Harley met Gemini and was taken in by the older demon. Together they explored until they came upon the circus. Harley was fascinated and urged Gemini to join. He complied and they have been there ever since.

Relationships

Will be filled out after all characters are accepted. How does your character feel about their fellow Cirque members? How did they come to feel this way?
Of: Theme Song

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Insanity: Sample

This is a sample from a mental asylum Rp.

The Demon Brothers

"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind

There was something so pleasant about that place.

Even your emotions had an echo

In so much space,"

A light voice echoed off the wall's of the asylum making it hard to pinpoint where it came from. It was a pleasing voice but held a childish playfulness or maybe a demented tilt to the words that made any who heard it shiver in trepidation. The few patient's who knew the source of the voice had a more violent reaction. Many trembled and cried out or suddenly became violent. Each lost in painful memories. Little good came from hearing that voice singing.

"Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,

Ha ha ha bless your soul

You really think you're in control,"

Kiro's lips curled up into a delightful grin that belayed his innocent words as he heard the sound's of inmates crying nearby or loud crashes as the patient's became violent at the sound of his voice. I love that reaction. Closing his eyes he laid his head back onto his brother's stomach as swung his leg's that dangled off the side of the bed in tune to his singing and focused on the long fingers running through his hair. The soothing motion made him relax and his voice became calmer as a result and quieter.

"Maybe I'm crazy

Maybe you're crazy

Maybe we're crazy

Probably

Uh, uh."

The song came to a soft close as Kiro's mind became cloudy with the lagging grogginess of tiredness and he had to fight against it as he begged off a few more minutes in the waking world. A calm and cool voice managed to break through the fog. "I heard we are getting some new patient's soon. If they haven't already arrived."

A dark and twisted smile curling his lip's Kiro allowed himself to down in the dark fog and relaxed into sleep. Dreaming about all the pain he shell soon inflect. Theo chuckled in amusement as he felt his brother go lax. Stopping his ministrations he turned to the next page into the book he had been reading when Kiro had left his own bed and joined him in his. He wanted to finish it quickly before his brother awoke and wanted to go check out their new potential prey. It's been so long since they had some fresh meat and they would enjoy it while it last.

"See you on the other side."

General_warNpeace · Mar 25, 2016

Gemini Addams

"What is this an interrogation?"

Let's: Name

Gemini Addams

Alias/Stage Name

Ali Thompson/Human dragon

Age

Physically 20(Really 65)

"I'm legal. Must I say more."

Gender

Cis male

Sexual - Orientation

Homosexual

"Sorry ladies."

Act

Fire breather

Species

Fire demon

Fire demon's have the ability to make and control fire. Which they often use to defend themselves and survive. They have the typical claws and fangs of a demon but the normal leather wings of their species. Which they have the ability to hide alongside their other attributes. Usually in the form of tattoos.
Have: Height:

5'6"

Weight:

130 lbs.

Hair Color:

Blonde

Eye Color:

Glacier blue

Build:

Mesomorph

Blemishes/Scars/Marks:

Gemini has several scars down his body.

Body Modifications/Etc:

Gemini has three tattoo's. A dragon up his left arm, an A on his right inner wrist, and a pair of tattered leather wings on his back.
A: Personality

Gemini is very adventures and wild which is why he get's along with Harley so much. Because he is usually willing to tag along on any of her crazy adventures. He love's to do new things, especially if they are deemed insane, and shocking people. Or proving them wrong. He seem's to take a special joy out of scaring people. Though he normally doesn't seem to violent one would be surprised.

Though seen as arrogant by some for his rather blunt personality and self assurance in himself or stupid by other's for his borderline suicidal recklessness Gemini is deceptively smart and kind. Though he can be very violent when the mood arises and curious. He is especially fond of children and is very protective of them. Which may be why he is protective of the childlike Harley. A lot of the time though Gemini tend's to just do his own thing and doesn't really care about others opinions.

Fears:

Losing another person he cares for

Trusting

Being caged

Slight claustrophobic

Likes:

Jokes

Music

Tricking other's

Mischief

Kid's

Violence

New things

"I like to think I'm a very fun person."

Dislikes

Being in a tight space

Being alone

Mood killer

"You ask an awful lot of questions don't you?"
Little: Biography

Gemini grew up in the African rain forest with his parent's and three siblings. There they survived off the natural resources and he was taught how to hunt, survive, and defend himself. All skill's he would need later in life. He would often go off to explore the nearby village's and observe the human's there. He found them fascinating. One day he even befriended a young boy named 'Ali."

Ali liked to show off human things to Gemini and they often went on adventures. Though of course their friendship was a secret as the village despised demons. One day Ali didn't come to their hideout as planned and worried Gemini went to the village where he found Ali being burned to death. Someone had discovered Ali's friendship with Gemini. Angry Gemini destroyed the whole village but the one's that pleaded for Ali's life and after that Gemini and his family left. It would be another 20 years before Gemini left his family and meet's a young orphan named Harley. He found himself taking her in against his own judgement and adopting her as his younger sister. Together they explored the world until they came upon the circus. Wishing to be able to express their differences they joined Cirque Du Freak.

Relationships

Will be filled out after all characters are accepted. How does your character feel about their fellow Cirque members? How did they come to feel this way?
Fun.: Theme Song

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Shall we?: Sample

A sample from a zombie rp

Trix was in that comfortable place between waking up and R.E.M sleep when high pitched whining met her ears and something cold and wet brushed her face. Groaning she rolled away from the cold and noise and buried her head in her makeshift pillow, her backpack, in an attempt to go back to sleep. The noise and coldness followed her and she huffed roughly and peaked out from the fabric of her bag and glared into the large eyes of Sara-blu or Sara or Baby blue as they sometimes called her. The dog let out a low whine and her tail began to wag as she noticed the albino girl beginning to awaken. Nose scrunched up Trix pushed the dog away as she slowly climbed to her knee's, her blanket sliding off her and to the floor.

She glanced at her backpack and warm blanket in yearning as she forced herself to get moving away from the place where she and her brothers had made a makeshift bed by folding the back seats up and pilling their blankets in the middle. Sara-Blu wouldn't let them be until she was let out and Trix knew her brother's hadn't had a nice rest last night. A horde of Geeks had passed and they had switched between watch and sleep until it had passed. Her brother's took the last shifts. The horde must have passed because Alec is asleep.

Grabbing the small bag they kept their basic morning supplies in and her bat Trix peaked out of the blood smeared window with a grimace of disgust and once she was sure it was all clear she opened the back right door, the door that faced away from the highway, and let Sara jump out as she checked under the car warily for any crawler's before moving to sit with her leg's hanging out of the car. Grabbing the bag she began going through her morning routine. Rubbing the filth off of her skin with a wet wipe, applying deodorant to ward off stink, applying sunscreen, and changing her underwear and socks for a fresh pair. These basic things helped keep them all sane in this messed up world and now was no different.

Rubbing the eye buggers out with the grogginess Trix shrugged back on her shirt and slipped her feet into her boots as Sara came back with a wagging tail and lolling tongue. The sun was peeking over the horizon and it was time to wake up her 'boys' and get ready to get back on the road.

"Where you still talking?"

dwale · Mar 25, 2016

C h r i s R y k e r

".My only friend was the man in the moon."

Requisite: .Name.

Christopher "Lycanthrope" Ryker

.Aliases.

Chris, C.

.Show Name.

Lycanthrope

.Age.

24

.Gender.

Cismale (He/Him)

.Sexuality.

Anyone and Everyone

.Species.

Lycanthrope

.Act.

An odd, yet riveting mixture, of balance and strength. He has yet to come up with a main act idea, but is the opener with his shifting. He's also the comedic relief if anything goes wrong.

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Appearance: .Hair.

Blonde and often disheveled

.Eyes.

A pale, soulful blue

.Height.

6'2"

.Weight.

210 lbs

.Build.

Mesomorphic

.Unique Features.

Bite mark on his hip

Scars littering his knuckles

Mock wolf ears he often sports as a joke around camp.

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Persona: .Personality.

Chris is an obnoxious and snarky individual who seeks to be friends with all of the other participants. He shows his friendship/love by making well meaning jokes at his friend's expense. He can often be found dancing around camp and making others dance with him, whether they like him or not. He's a big team player and is always optimistic, even when things turn for the worst. His remarks are often sarcastic to some degree and that can put some people off.

Chris is also extremely blunt and isn't afraid to tell you that you look horrible, or you did horrible. You can always expect honesty from him. He's a rather patient individual, but is hot-headed when it comes to the disrespect of himself or his friends. When angry, he'll often leave the scene and disappear for days at a time if they don't have an act. Otherwise, he'll go on a rampage on his friends in wolf form and that won't end well for anyone.

.Fears.

Phobophobia - Fear of Fire

Gelotophobia - Fear of Being Ridiculed

.Likes.

Dancing

Water

Night time

Parties

Singing

Sleeping

Alcohol (To a degree)

The Woods

.Dislikes.

Disrespect

Going Into Town

High Frequency Noises

Bad Manners

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In Depth: .Biography.

WIP

.Relationships.

Nico

Chris doesn't like him. Or, more so, he doesn't like his species. The smell of the Sanguinarian is almost unbearably foul and Chris tends to avoid him, if possible. They have a rather unfriendly rivalry.

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Other: .Theme Song.

.Other.

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Writing Sample: .Writing Sample.

ailurophile · Mar 26, 2016

☆: Name //

Lucille Sanders.

Alias/Stage Name //

People tend to refer to her as Kitty, or any variations of that-- feline related nicknames, really.

Age //

Early twenties, perhaps about twenty three.

Gender //

Cisfemale, she prefers female pronouns but won't usually object to those that are neutral.

Sexual Orientation //

Bisexual, she is attracted to both men and women with little preference, as in, she doesn't particularly lean one way.

Act //

She does several things, from tightrope walking to the trapeze to contortion. However, she can also fill in to assist with other acts (that don't require too much specialisation) if she really has to.

Species //

Not sure what to call it.

She has an ability known as feline physiology, which allows the user to mimic the traits of, or sometimes transform into, various types of felines. Mostly, she just has slight feline traits, such as the shape of her eyes or her slightly pointed incisors. Additionally, she has impressive balance and agility, allowing her to walk the tightrope, etcetera-- when she falls, she can even sometimes land on her feet, though has to be careful nevertheless as her bones aren't indestructible. She's flexible.
☆: General Appearance //

Standing at roughly 5'6", Kitty is neither small nor tall, she is somewhere in the middle-- really, the same goes for her weight as well, although she leans more towards slender due to a fast metabolism and an awful lot of moving around. She carries herself with grace and has a habit of swaying her hips from side to side when she walks-- it's unknown whether this is intentional or not, it could well be. She is considered to be quite an attractive specimen, with her elegance, her long legs, her curvaceous figure, and her alluring smile.

Kitty's eyes are somewhat feline, their nearly always enhanced with tastefully applied makeup. They are a bright, almost icy blue in colour, quite light shade-wise, and contrast dramatically with the thick, dark lashes that she loves to flutter at people. Her hair is sometimes worn in curls or straightened, but is naturally wavy with the occasional day where it's simply frizzy; however, it's often at least a little unkempt, particularly after a show.
☆
☆

Biography//

WIP.

Relationships//

☆

Stuff.

☆

Sample //

WIP.

kou · Mar 28, 2016

B A B Y

i'm not your doll

O V E R V I E W: N A M E

Baby

"just call me baby, darling."

A G E

26

"looks can be quite the scam."

G E N D E R

Cisgender/Female

"i'm a dollbaby, not a dollboy. get it?"

N I C K N A M E (S)

Baby + Doll

"you can call me baby, doll, or nothing at all."

S E X U A L I T Y

Homosexual

"dollbabies have nice hair."

J O B

Cleaner

"i clean up the mess after the BIG parties."

A P P E A R A N C E: H A I R

Multicolored + Relatively Short

"it never stays the same although i like pretty ribbons and bows."

E Y E S

Brown

"like dirt."

H E I G H T

5'2

"my dresses are too long sometimes."

W E I G H T

121 lbs.

"perhaps a tad too small."

B U I L D

Curvaceous + Stocky

"just how i like it!"

E T H N I C I T Y

Puerto-Rican/White

"mixed, doll."

D I S T I N G U I S H I N G / F E A T U R E S

Dimples and a prominent gap in her teeth.

"people tend to find my teeth funny."

H I S T O R Y: B I O G R A P H Y

Born to two overly obsessive parents was never in Baby's plans and/or shortcomings, the girl was a curious entity and although her life had been shrouded in porcelain dolls and warm hugs, the love was never enough to control her eccentric behavior and soon her parents would find that Baby was not a normal child whatsoever although normal never has a normal definition..don't you think? One would think that the little girl would have been pleased with the intimate gestures of her mother and father however the pastel wallpaper which covered the house from head to toe (simply because Baby had wished for her home to be brighter) would pale in comparison to the dark abyss of what was really within the child. Although petite, Baby possessed an uncanny ability to crush anything which irked her which is what her parents would soon find out about due to the unfortunate and mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of the neighborhood strays and the disappearance of a toddler that had once been seen throwing a temper tantrum at Baby's 8th birthday party. Once the yellow tape surrounding the body discovered in a ditch had been cleared away, the charges had gone with them as well as the "secret killer" who had "struck once in the heart of the night." Baby was never a girl for manners and she certainly didn't like people who ruined her tea parties.

At the age of 16, Baby found she was tired of the constant coddling and affection, tired of the ribbons and the streams, and tired of the parents whom had made her into what she was called..a baby. She did away with the curious notions of being polite and she no longer held the innocent mindset that had been forced upon her daily. Her parents were quite easy to erase from the stained candy heart that Baby had, a simple plastic knife dug directly into one's cornea was all it took and eventually Baby was on her way to bigger and brighter things. By brighter things, one would think directly to the red and blue lights from a police car but Baby was quite sneaky and was able to remove herself from the general vicinity of her parent's corpses before anyone was able to uncover the unfortunate victims. Baby, without a home, managed to find herself upon the direct path to the one and only Cirque Du Freak and through some methods of persuasion, the girl was able to gain a position working as a cleaner. All in all, an easy score as Baby would say.

P E R S O N A

Being a generally elusive and eccentric character, Baby prefers to interfere when (and if) it suits her needs, the girl clings on to every word spoken to her by someone and she is never liable to forget however Baby often catches herself in a lie more often than not. It is best to avoid the young woman seeing as she is more dangerous than she appears although the cruelty has been pushed back and has since then been replaced with odd indifference bordering on disassociation. Baby often speaks in riddles and rhymes, misconstrued sentences that fall on deaf ears and she is most likely to be seen muttering to herself rather than anyone else. Her sugar-coated voice makes it easy for many to fall prey to her unassuming stature and those who misjudge her find themselves in precarious situations, Baby is more knowledgeable than one would think. The young woman has a knack for baking and randomly leaves treats around for the employees of Cirque Du Freak although she never truly converses with them in a serious manner and prefers to maintain her mysterious habit of just..popping up. Although Baby has her own set of conflicts and emotional (as well as mental) detriments, she utilizes this by making fun of it, preferring to appear as if she is "out of it" rather than generally aware of her surroundings.

Haunted by her premature guilt of the death of her parents, Baby often has issues with sleeping and channels this into the desserts she bakes. She finds the task of making things for others to be one that is fully rewarding and she takes pride in people complimenting her although she tends to stray too close to appearing overly egotistical. All in all, Baby isn't the best to befriend.

F E A R S

*Cops

*Authority

*Her guilt over killing her parents

*Being found out

"not that you needed to know."

L I K E S

+Baking

+Pink

+Pastel Colors

+Ribbons

+Knives

+Spring

+Easter

+Bunnies

"i find these things to be nice."

D I S L I K E S

-Talkative People

-Snakes

-Spiders

-Older Men

-Being called "cute"

-Naivety (even her own)

-Stupidity

-Heights

"these things are not very nice."

A D D I T I O N A L: T H E M E S

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Ariel · Mar 28, 2016

The Scary Fairy

Requisite: Name || Miles Malcolm

Age || 25

Gender || Male

Sexual Orientation || Bisexual

Job || The Over-Zealous Bouncer/Tickets Salesmen

Species || Fairy

Appearance: Height || 5'4"

Weight || 188 lbs.

Hair Color || Ebony

Eye Color || Baby Blue

Build || Ectomorph

Blemishes/Scars || Usually has dark purple circles around his eyes as if deprived of sleep

Body Modifications/Etc. || Most of Miles body is covered in tattoos of all types.

Persona: || Personality ||

WIP

|| Likes ||

- Rain/Thunderstorms

- Self Expression

- Canines

- Mystery Novels

- Chess

- Silence

- Smiles

- An Occasional Scotch

|| Dislikes ||

- Clear Skied Days

- Littering

- Loud (Uncalled for) Noises/Voices

- Prejudice

- Negative Emotions (Sadness,Anger,Etc.)

- Poultry

- Excuses

|| Fears ||

- Suffocation/Claustrophobia

- Loneliness

In-Depth: || Background ||

WIP

|| Relationships ||

TBA

Other: || Theme ||

ETC.

Sample: "It wasn't as if Miku knew a whole lot about Nick, but as soon as he was saying goodbye, she suddenly felt the childlike urge to cling to this robotic man and beg him not to make her go. It was like children would do when their parents dropped them off at school. She didn't know this place, these people, or anything really about where she was. It had never been so blatant to Miku how cowardly she was until she was put into a situation like this. It was terrifying and she wanted nothing more than to simply open her eyes as if this was all some strange horrible dream, get ready for the next concert, and sing about the weird dream she had.

But instead of waking up, instead of clinging to Nick like a child, she gave him a nervous smile as he ruffled her hair and did her best not to suddenly burst into tears. "Thank you." Miku was a coward and she knew it. But the least she could do was hold herself together long enough to follow the group of strangers. She sent one last look at Nick before filing onto the ship after the group.

She kept to herself and didn't say a word. If these people were as violent as the people she had first come across, silence and keeping still was probably her best chances at survival. Being a robot, it was a lot easier to keep an expression of indifference. Instead of quivering, she absentmindedly pulled on her sleeves. She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact. After all, maybe it wasn't so bad. There was a possibility of returning home they had mentioned. She could see Luka and Rin and Kaito again. She could sing. It would be alright..."

JustJazzy · Mar 28, 2016

MAJoR WIp

Name: Blaise Cumberly

Alias: "Angel"

Age: twenty years old

Gender: Male [he/him]

Sexuality: biromantic

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Fears

- spiders

- lightning

- isolation

- bein "singled out"

Likes

- smiles

- animals

- running

- normalcy

Dislikes

- water

- noisiness

- tight spaces

- sleep

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Theme Song

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soular · Mar 28, 2016

WE: NAME

Spencer Schmitty

ALIAS

The Juggling Jester

AGE

19

GENDER

Cisgendered Male (he/him/they pronouns)

SEXUAL - ORIENTATION

Pansexual

SPECIES

Human

ACT

Spencer will juggle anything and everything you hand to him. Balls, bowling pins, knives, things on fire. You name it, he'll juggle it.
ARE: HAIR

Very dark brown, kept short, and often well kept, Spencer's upbringing has caused him to be very adamant about looking clean.

EYES

A deep blue that contrasts greatly with his dark hair and skin tone.

HEIGHT

Barely reaching 5'5", Spencer is by no means a physically imposing person.

TATTOOS

Almost as obsessed with tattoos as he his with juggling, he has more than a few on his hands, arms, shoulders, neck, and torso. His next will probably be on his face.
ALL: LIKES

~Mysteries

~Illusions

~Winter

~Quiet

~Feeling Focused

~Romance Films

~Odd people

~Indoor activities

~Chocolate chip cookies

~Learning new things

DISLIKES

~Public Speaking

~Premature Cheering

~Self righteous people

~Bugs

~Most technology

~Being called obsessed

~Arrogant people

~People who don't focus

~Rodents

~Drugs

PERSONALITY

If one had to use one word to sum up Spencer, queer would probably fit the best. An odd, fidgety, and easily frightened young man, he often weirds people out while trying to get to know them. His social skills are highly underdeveloped and he seems to have no understanding of how close is too close, but he is fairly nice guy once he warms up to you and can form a sentence without stuttering through over half of the words. Spencer hates the actual act of having to speak to people, but he loves the closeness of friendship. This often leaves him battling with himself on the inside in order to determine whether a person is actually worth the trouble.

Despite his presumed nervousness, Spencer is actually a surprisingly at ease person. His fidgeting fingers are more a result of his inability to remain still, rather than a physical manifestation of nervousness. However, he's actually surprisingly respectful and proper, especially with adults.

Queer does well to describe Spencer from an acquaintance perspective, although people close to him would say the word obsessed describes him better. Obsessed with knowledge, obsessed with music, and especially obsessed with juggling. He can spend an entire day buried in a book and reading and not even notice that hours have passed. His family often points out that his obsession is making him antisocial, but he's too passionate about it to care what they think about it.

FEARS

~Loosing his eye sight

~Being forced to leave the circus

~Total darkness

HABITS

~Creates awkward silences because he fully thinks out every sentence before saying it aloud

~Laughs silently

~Is always fidgeting with fingers
FREAKS: HISTORY

Spencer was born the youngest of three sons to the Schmitty family. His brothers were much older than him and already making a living for themselves by the time Spencer could walk, so he was raised as practically an only child. A fairly wealthy family with a warm love for their son, the young neither wanted for necessities nor was he spoiled by being given everything he whined about as a child. They loved him, perhaps a little too strongly. They coddled him and sheltered a boy who didn't need sheltering, unintentionally depriving their son of moments that would have developed his social skills.

At the tender age of seven, while the other kids in his neighborhood were starting school the Schmitty's decided to homeschool their son instead. They claimed he was too odd for schooling with other children, and that they didn't want his innocence corrupted. It was utter bullshit of course. Spencer's parents felt like they didn't pay enough attention to their too older kids and they were making up for it by showering Spencer with affection. Not that he didn't like it, of course, he thought it was normal.

Spencer was introduced to the wonderful art of juggling at his 9th birthday party, when a clown (funnily enough named Jester) performed for him and the other kids. It astonished him, and instantly the young boy fell in love. He began obsessively researching and reading about the skill, to the point where he would get scolded for juggling spoons at the dinner table. One fateful night, while his father watched him at play in their small library, Spencer stumbled across a book that changed his entire view of his future. It was about the Circus.

Never had he wanted anything more than he wanted to run away and join the circus. His parents prayed it was just a phase but as he aged into a preteen, then a teen, and finally a young man, they realized his love for Circuses and juggling wasn't fading... Despite their pathetic attempts to convince him that he was intelligent enough to have anything he wanted in life, and that he didn't have to spend his life entertaining dogs at a freak show.

Alas, their feeble protests didn't stop the determined boy. When the Circus finally visited his sheltered small town in the outskirts of Manchester, England, he packed his bags and said goodbye to his parents. They were reluctant, mad as hell, and a bit saddened by his perseverance, but in a last ditch effort to make their mark on him different from the one on his brothers, they end up supporting his decision... Through clenched teeth and crossed fingers of course, but it was support nonetheless.

After being with the Circus for a little over a year, Spencer has certainly stepped up his act. Occasionally he teams with the fire breather for a night of exhilarating fire fun, and other times he tries his luck on the tightrope since his tiny frame makes it easier for him to balance. He does, of course, get hurt on occasion, but he plays it off during his acts and pretends it never happened. After all, Spencer would do absolutely nothing that would jeopardize his spot in the Cirque Du Freak.

RELATIONSHIPS

TBD
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WRITING SAMPLE

Alexander had been so caught up in his utter destruction of their bedroom that he didn't hear Hui ascending the stairs to where the rooms were. Her voice had a hint of harshness to it that he hadn't heard from her before, and it both intrigued and enraged him at the same time. Intrigued because he hadn't heard her use that tone with him very often before, more used to her cheery tone or quiet and suppressed tone that he forced outta her by screaming at her. Enraged, of course, because she had no right to speak to him in that manner. He was her husband and she was going to treat him as such.

The lights blinked on at about the same time he had stood and turned around to face her, and Alex found himself squinting and shielding his eyes as he glared at Hui. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was damp with sweat with curls that stuck to his forehead in random spots. If there were a mirror there that reflected how crazed he looked in that moment, perhaps things would've gone differently. But there was no mirror, so Alex didn't see how absurdly insane he looked as he advanced on Hui.

"What am I doing? What the hell are you doing, Hui?" he asked accusingly, lifting his pointer finger to her face in order to emphasize the "you" in his question.

His hand trembled with rage as he held it before her. So much so that it almost looked like he would hit her. Somehow, despite the fact that he claims he wouldn't because of his love for her, the threat of physical violence was never too far out of reach. It was a complicated painting of emotions inside of Alexander. He did love Hui, and he loved her dearly. But he didn't like feeling out of the loop. Feeling as if she herself didn't want him around any more than her friends did.

A new look overtook Alexander's features, and he lowered his finger from her face. Pacing around the room, he took to randomly kicking her clothes and other various items angrily as he spoke.

"I do so much for you, Hui. We're so good together and then you just ruin it. You completely ruin us on nights like this, you hear me?"

In a sudden flurry of rage, he reached out abruptly and knocked everything from atop her desk. Important or not everything was now on the floor, creating a visually chaotic scene to accompany the verbally chaotic one.

He circled the room once before beginning to speak again. "This is your fault, you know. I wouldn't have to be this way if you would just respect me every once in awhile. But you think it's ok to stay out til damn near midnight and then act surprised when I get suspicious. Why don't you love me? Don't say you do because I know you don't. You wouldn't do bullshit like this."

macathan · Mar 30, 2016

Please excuse this WIP!

PYROMANIA

Rida · Apr 3, 2016

e · q u i · l i b · r i · u m

a state in which opposing forces or influences are balanced

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r e q u i s i t e: · name ·

nicola frisk; nic

· alias/stage name ·

High Wire

· age ·

22

· gender ·

female; she & her

· sexuality ·

heterosexual

· act ·

funambulism; tightrope walking
a p p e a r a n c e: · skin tone ·

porcelain

· hair ·

ash brown

· eyes ·

blue-green

· height ·

5'9"

· weight ·

114 lbs.

· build ·

ectomorphic; svelte, thin, and nimble

· other ·

two piercings on each ear; the cirque du freak logotype on her right wrist
p e r s o n a: · personality ·

Outwardly, Nicola seems somewhat aloof, unsociable. Having been conditioned to always come out on top, she's developed an 'every woman for herself'-type motto. Self preservation has become a priority of hers, a default mindset when trouble arises -- for this reason, empathy is not a strong suit of hers. She finds herself often getting frustrated when people allow emotion to overwhelm their sense of judgement, and may come off snappy when she attempts to comfort people. As much as she refuses to admit so, her personality strongly reflects that of her mother's; disciplined, withdrawn, and cold.

Those who have become close to her know that there is one place where she feels truly at home, where she lets down her guard and has never doubted herself: 30 feet above the air, pirouetting on an inch-thick wire.

As expected, Nicola has a hard time making friends, let alone finding love -- those who don't consider the circumstances she's endured will not understand her unwillingness to take small risks, or her tendency to brush major issues under the rug in an effort to avoid conflict. Her mother's institution taught its pupils to refrain from indulgences that would distract from their art form, including relationships. She fears that if she were to have a child, she'd assume her mother's persona completely, and take the same toll on her son or daughter that her mother took on her.

The brighter aspects of her personality -- although few -- include a clear head when it comes time to make split-second decisions, and a fine-tuned alertness to small details. When she does become close with someone, she is often a solid shoulder for them to lean on, will listen closely to their dilemmas, and delivers her opinion without beating around the bush. And despite everything that she's endured, she still looks at the world in an optimistic light -- it's the only way she can look at things, without her fears taking over.

· fears ·

What is your character afraid of?

· atychophobia - an intense, persistent fear of failure due to an overwhelming sense of shame

· a fear of the commitment attached to serious relationships

· a fear of becoming her mother

· likes ·

· all dance forms, but due to her background, she's partial to ballet

· espresso, with several packets of sugar

· sweets (i.e anything sugary)

· naturally, heights

· indie music

· good stories

· dislikes ·

· small talk

· public displays of emotion

· misogyny, racism, blatant rudeness/ignorance, and all the likes

· failure
i n / d e p t h: p a r t · o n e

Tightrope walking was never meant to be a lifestyle.

For Nicola, the thrilling state of serenity reached a hundred feet above the ground -- the sense of balance in her hectic life that tightrope walking gave her -- was nothing more than a hobby, a distraction from her real life. She had a respectable business to run, an education to pursue, a family to take care of; who would ever be so foolish as to leave such comfortable living for...the circus?

Born to acclaimed dance instructors Eva Romanova and Andrei Frisk on October 22, 1994, in the bustling city of San Francisco, Nicola was practically spoonfed grace. Before her first two bottom teeth had even begun to grow in, her thought processes were being shaped into that of a ballerina's -- be it 1st through 5th position while potty training or proper sissonne and releve technique between bites of pureed carrot, her parents took every opportunity they could to mold their Nicola's impressionable mind into their vision of a perfect child. When the young girl should have been playing dress-up or having princess-themed sleepovers with her friends, she was instead sitting by the barres of her mother's dance studio, stacking letter blocks to the stark violin of Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty. Naturally, by age four she was laced into a pair of pointe shoes, and spent her childhood developing the superior sense of elegance and discipline required of all successful ballerinas.

The virtuoso status that Romanova and Frisk had in mind for Nicola came with a price, unfortunately, at their daughter's expensive. Andrei only wanted the best for Nicola; Romanova wanted Nicola to be the best. Nicola's childhood was grueling, to say the least; Next to school, dance was made into one of Nic's top priorities, and her mother ensured that she never forgot so. The slightest mistake -- the quiver of an outstretched leg, a wrongly placed foot -- would send Eva into a furious tirade. Nicola's overall performance of a number never held significance. Her mother had glued a permanent target on her daughter's heart, and took any and every reason shoot at it.

It was this flaw in Eva's parenting -- this harsh criticism that the woman passed off as 'tough love' -- that goaded Nicola to finally escape her parents' clutches. It wasn't so much her father that she detested, but his submissiveness when it came to making decisions. Andrei's love for his daughter may have surpassed his love of ballet, but his fear of his wife and his natural role as a peacemaker subjected Nicola to harm no child deserved.

Nicola adored ballet, and, though it may have been due to her parents' influence, fell in love with the practice the moment she entered the Romanova Institute of Ballet. As she grew older, however, she soon learned that her ambitions...differed...from that of her parents. To love something as Eva did was to devote your entire being to that singular thing, to eat, sleep, and breathe it -- which often meant sacrificing feelings and emotion, in the name of dance. Nicola could have very easily made a career in performing arts, though -- she adored the art form, and, thanks to the constant critique of her mother, possessed impeccable technique and grace. Nicola realized one day, however, that years of chastisement and criticism had hardened her heart, and stolen from her the one thing that she loved most about ballet: emotion. Even as a child, arranging letter blocks in the corner of the studio, Nic had regarded story-telling as the most important aspect of a dance -- and her mother had taken that away from her.

p a r t · t w o

And so, at age 16, after a particularly scarring diatribe, Nicola had had enough. She grabbed a duffle bag and filled it with as much as it could hold: an assortment of clothing grabbed at random from her armoire, her stash of rainy day money from under her pillow, a couple fruits. A bus ticket later, she was on her way to nowhere, and it wasn't until she was miles from home when she understood what a grave decision she had made. Having spent almost all her time at the Institute or in an all girls' school, nearly all her friends were members of her mother's school, and would not hesitate to spill her whereabouts to her mother.

Nic was back on the streets in a matter of hours -- "I don't run a hotel here, lady," the driver had snapped at her -- and was soaked to the bone in a matter of seconds under the intense pounding of a thunderstorm above. When she had almost lost hope, had nearly accepted the fact that she would probably die alone in a cardboard box under some nasty bench, she saw it: Cirque Du Freak.

The Cirque's colorful banners, strings of lights, and masses of people served as Nicola's oasis in a desert, and she immersed herself in the crowd without hesitation. At the time, her only thoughts were to find shelter, but she quickly saw the Cirque as an opportunity -- an opportunity to be herself. As she watched each act present their unbelievable talents to the crowd, she lost herself in the notion of a place to simply be yourself, and had nearly convinced herself of joining when an old friend bumped into her.

Prim had gone missing two years prior to Nicola's escapade, but the authorities and her mother -- who had taken it upon herself to interrogate every member of the Institute about the location of her daughter -- hadn't thought to look here, in the Cirque. Despite the animosity the two had shown for each other in school, Prim had long forgotten their childish enmity, and the two immediately clicked. It was Prim that convinced Nic to return home, however; in the short time they had spent together, she'd developed a motherly bond over Nic, and promised that she would one day have her turn with the Cirque -- would one day return to her safe haven.

And so Nicola made her way back home, disheartened but hopeful for a life away from the Institute, away from her mother, and away from the pressure to be . . . perfect.

Unfortunately, Nicola's recklessness had angered her mother severely, and Eva pushed her daughter harder than she ever had before; she heightened the severity of punishments, lengthened the hours she was to devote to dance, banned her from enjoying the simplest of life's pleasures. As Eva's tyranny over her family grew stronger, Nicola's will to escape grew as well, and two years later, she was ready to leave, once and for all.

p a r t · t h r e e

Needless to say, Nicola's second attempt to escape the Institute was a success. Upon arriving, Prim took it upon herself to acquaint Nicola with the life she would soon be leading -- a life that, Nicola quickly noticed, was not very different from her own, apart from the key aspect of freedom that the Cirque provided. Though it was not required of her to perform an act -- the Cirque was a refuge, after all -- she had already had her heart set on one act, and one act alone: tightrope walking.

The moment Nicola stepped onto the centimeter-thick wire, she experienced a thrill that ballet could never provide her with -- a sense of belonging, growing with each nimble step she took. Before she had fully grasped the mechanics of funambulism, Nic was performing complicated routines on the thinnest of wires, as though she had been trained to do so -- and, in some way, she had. Nicola felt as though she had spent her whole life on a tightrope, struggling to find equilibrium between her mother's expectations and her own limitations. Life with Eva Romanova was a balancing act -- one misstep and you were left at the mercy of whatever torture lay beneath you.

· relationships ·

Eva Romanova: Nicola's mother, and her worst nightmare. The childhood trauma that this woman caused her have left forever scars on Nicola; their relationship had been rocky from the start, even without the totalitarian-like attitude Eva assumed as an instructor. Although Eva has accepted the fact that Nicola is not coming back, she was indeed torn apart by her disappearance, and still feels responsible for her well-being.

Andrei Frisk: Nicola's father -- Andrei was never around the house very much, and when he was, Nicola was locked in the studio with her mother, struggling through countless runs at a time of a single number. Andrei showed his daughter as much love as he could, but when it came time to defend her from his wife, he always cowered away. Despite his subservient mien, she still chose to adopt his last name in regards to legal documents an what-not.

Prim Nunson: During Prim's time at the Institute with Nic, the two simply got off on the wrong foot -- Prim was opposed to Nicola's prudence, and Nicola accordingly abhorred Prim's blase sass. Prim's disappearance caused much unrest in the Institute, however, and word of her mother's psychotic search for her quickly spread. When she finally met Prim two years later, she received the explanation that no one else would ever hear -- an explanation she swore she would take to her grave. Prim has formed an almost-motherly bond over Nicola -- she was the one who convinced Nicola to return home after her first escapade, and when the girl was old enough, it was Prim who landed her a spot in her new home.
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taken from a now discontinued reboot of omerta

carlotta capello, capello underboss

· · ·

Carlotta slept cradling a pillow.

One who knew her life’s story well might assume that the pillow symbolized a desperate attempt to fill the hole in her heart left by her ex-husband. Perhaps the mother within her yearned for a child to hold close, to call her own? Could the woman’s pillow-clutching serve as an identification of her personality--lovable, friendly, and quite the hugger?

No, no, and no. Carlotta simply liked pillows.

This particular morning, she was very fond of her headrest indeed. It had welcomed her with open arms when she finally hit the sack at three in the morning, and had plowed through two cups of coffee and a Red Bull to send Carlotta to sleep. It would take a miracle to lift her from her slumber.

As if on cue, a terrified shriek shook the Capello Estate, reverberating in Carlotta’s mind and thrusting her into consciousness. She leaped out of bed, racing to the door and peeking outside. The decor of Carlotta’s room took on sharp edges, her senses sharpening to a crisp focus as she flattened herself beside the doorway. She could feel her heart beat in her ears, a steady rhythm that clashed with her hectic derangement of her thoughts. She calmly considered the causes for such screaming. Either the Santorinis are attacking, she thought, shuddering at the notion, the police are here, or someone is having frighteningly good time in the bedroom.

Realization dawned upon Carlotta not moments later, and her rigid posture softened, the tension in her body dissipating and a laugh escaping her lips. Or perhaps a little someone is making trouble again.

She emerged from her room to find the little rascal waddling towards her, a made man trailing not a few steps away. The woman knelt down to the cool marble floor and opened her arms for Vincente, eyes crinkling as her features were overwhelmed by a broad smile. “How are you, mi piccolo polpetto?” Carlotta whispered into the baby’s soft hair, struggling to refrain from giggling alongside him.

Vincente had wormed his way into her heart the moment she first laid eyes on him. They formed a bond out of sheer necessity--Vincente for a mother, and Carlotta for a child. When Jadran’s responsibilities stole his only free time, Carlotta was there in a heartbeat to care for his son, and Vincente had been there for his zia is more ways than he would ever know. He would never understand the impact that his nonsensical babblings or early morning cries had on Carlotta--how the memory of his smile alone kept her going when all she wanted to do was stop.

She hadn’t felt this happy since . . . well, since Matteo.

Carlotta soon became aware of the made man’s hovering presence and pulled away from Vincente, sending him off to resume his cacophonous play. She marvelled over how quickly he transitioned from crawling to walking, then shook the thought away; this little miscreant was making her soft. With a sigh, she stood, only to find Vincente’s chaperone staring at her. Or rather, staring at her legs. She looked down to find that her just-knee-length nightgown had risen considerably, and straightened its hem before playfully punching the man. He laughed heartily and continued on his way.

“Bastard,” Carlotta mumbled once he was out of earshot. She reentered her room to change into more appropriate--and less revealing--attire.

The men had gathered in the living room. Carlotta stood a few feet away, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, watching. It was not often that the Don made announcements; if he had an assignment to give, he delivered it privately and individually. In simple terms, when several dogs are going for the same bone, things can get very nasty very quickly.

Jadran finally spoke, all his men now downstairs and Vincente in his arms. His voice carried through the house, reaching her ears clearly despite her distance. It was as though the Estate indulged in his every word, sharing them with every nook and crannie, inviting every soul to listen in. His voice demanded to be heard, and today was no exception.

As quickly as Jadran had appeared, he left, leaving Carlotta and the Capello men to digest the information they had been given. This was the first she’d heard of an offer from La Croce. Never one to believe in rumors, she had naturally brushed off the notion when she heard a few Capos speaking of it.

But it was true. La Croce d’Oro had reached out to them. And Carlotta couldn’t have been more unsettled by it.

Realistic or Modern Cirque Du Freak

drownin

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✨ honey i'm a queen ✨

trash.

actual gremlin

The Mermaid Slayer

Three Thousand Club

One Thousand Club

One Thousand Club

drownin

hm

trash.

The Mermaid Slayer

Old soul

alien sympathizer

grrr

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