Username: le c l o u d
Name: Shaw Keating
Stage name: Eh - don't need one.
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Job: Tickets, or sometimes I sub in at the concessions.
Appearance: Generally, I look something like
this. The outfit just changes color by the day.
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: A little under eight stone, around 110 pounds.
Personality: More often then not, I'm called cheeky. But honestly? It comes with the job, and this lot I've been reared with. I'm lazy, like most teenagers, and I have a rebel complex. As unusual as it may seem, next to my dirty mind and what not, I've never met a boy. Or, as you American blokes call it, kissed. Well, I don't know any truly normal boys either. Though, this weird thing happens when you grow up with a group of people. You start to love them so fiercely, that you never want anything bad to happen to them. Good or bad, it's always them that you side with. That just happens to be the case with me and the rest of the Circus. I will not tolerate those idiot kids staring and laughing and calling them names. Maybe I might have a little bit of an anger problem. Probably why I got stuck with the bloody ticket booth.
History: Since the first day I opened my eyes, all I've known is the circus. Me mam designed and created every costume in the place. She was half spider, you know. Unfortunately, when she married the flame eater, out spouted me and off went the parents. Mam died giving birth, Da took off to join up with some big shot circus. But he never really fit in here. He wasn't a real freak like me mam. At this time though, the Circus was on a European tour. I was born as a Danish citizen. Fun stuff.
Anyway, I grew up in this caravan. Curiously enough, Doctor D hasn't thrown me off yet. Although, I'm sure that he's gotten close to it. I mean, there've been a few lawsuits here and there. How was I supposed to know I'd turn people into kindling after a soda? They buy a ticket, they're here at their own risk. I keep telling D to put that up as a sign somewhere. Or maybe in fine print on the back of the ticket.
Eh, I guess I should let you in on something. I'm desperately hoping that someday I'll fall in love. I don't care if it's a freak, or a citizen, or even fellow stage crew. All I want is someone to be around when I need to cool off.
Likes: Smoking, the occasional drink, burning jerks, working with the Circus.
Dislikes: Water, big shots, arrogance, selling kids toys, having people laugh at her family.
Other: Sometimes, I burp out fire. Actually, anytime I burp, it's flames. Doesn't hurt me, but it's sure as hell weird.
((BAMF. done. a bit of editing.))
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