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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:36 pm
Currently: Under Construction ✦ Open ✦ Closed ✦ Accepting ✦ Full ✦ No Longer Accepting
Created by: Alykia, Kaiya Hytoshi, mezza--IX and Ra Ra Rumpleteaser
Moderated by: Ra Ra Rumpleteaser
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:37 pm
 XXXRing MasterXXXCarlisle Thomas Hunt III
XXXThirty-seven
XXXRespectable, commanding, favouritism, sneering, patient
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXNPC XXXSilk DancerXXXGina Palinski
XXX27
XXXA tease, secretive, graceful, bold, intelligent
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXAlykia XXXMagicianXXXFiona Foolsfoot
XXXTwenty
XXXStubborn, distrustful, untrustworthy, tempestuous, uncouth
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXRa Ra Rumpleteaser XXXSnakemistress XXXEsme Fante
XXX?
XXXA graceful and mysterious woman
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXmezza -- IXXXX? XXX Philippe Fante
XXX16
XXXA good-hearted but clumsy kid
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XXXmezza -- IX XXXClown XXXZerah März
XXX37
XXXAnthroparion, bookish, stone, personable, disguised
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXAzekal Noxcis  XXXKnife ThrowerXXXSamara Knight
XXX...We'll say nineteen to sate your curiosity.
XXXA cold malicious killer. Not a soul matters to her.
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXKaiya Hytoshi XXXTricksterXXXRoxanne Elliano
XXXNineteen
XXXSneaky, Deceptive, Witty, Nimble, Facetious
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXBeau Cramoisi XXXExotic Dancer XXXAnastasia Christoph
XXXSeventeen
XXXOptimistic, Clueless, Sultry, Empathic, Possessive
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXiAri-xX XXXPan Handling TwinsXXXDrew & Drake
XXXEleven-and-a-half
XXXLoud-voiced, assertive, rough-and-tumble, rude, active
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXRa Ra Rumpleteaser XXXOddity Collector XXXAkito Mori
XXX28
XXXCheerful, obsessive, twisted, cryptic, suave
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXAlykia XXXLion Tamer XXXLeopold Sidorov
XXX18
XXXQuiet, Devoted, Steady, Calm, Determined
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XXXWalkinthevoid XXXPyrotechnician and Special Effects Guy XXX~ Felix ~ (Not the cat.)
XXXOld enough to handle explosives. Oh alright, I’m 20 but I don't see why you need to know.
XXXPyromaniac, irresponsible, dramatic, nimble, good humoured.
XXX✦✦✦✦✦
XXXShadowintheDeep  XXXMimeXXXBenjamin Cullington
XXXNineteen
XXXEccentric, Questionable, Cheerful, Childish, Mute
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XXXIIx AcidicAddiction xII XXXIllusionistXXXJean-Claude Baptiste
XXXSixteen
XXXMystic, apprentice, stable, pale, spacey
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XXXAzekal Noxcis XXXCharacter's TitleXXX(Character's name)
XXX(Character's age)
XXX(Five words to describe your character)
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XXX(Username)Character suggestionsContortionist, Clowns, Fire eater, Juggler, Human cannonball, Illusionist, Conjurer, Beast tamer, Snake charmer, Brass band, Stilt walker, Sword eater, Daredevil, Magician, Mime, Jester, Bearded lady, Strong man, Fortune teller, Exotic dancer, Acrobat, Pantomime, Musician, Pan handler, Spruiker, Set-up crew, Cook, Scout, Poster hanger, Pyrotechnic artist, Trickster, Stall holder, Assistant, Child, UsherAct suggestionsGerman wheel, Russian bar, Roman ladder, Equilibristics, Devil sticks, Power tumbling, Hooping, High wire, Plate spinning, Ribbon twirling, Fire hooping, Fire eating, Fire dancing, Flying trapeze, Spanish web, Tightrope, Aerobatics, Freak show, Knife throwing, Balancing ball, Rolling globe, Chapeaugraphy, Aerial silk, Equestrian, One man band, Commedia dell’arte
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 8:35 am
Esme Reghiera Fante ✦ Snakemistress
mezza -- IX
I have have the looks｡｡｡
- 6”1
- Thin and elegant
- Skin the colour of black coffee
- Black hair just past her shoulders
- Black eyes (on closer inspection they are dark green)
- Usually wears many scarves and bangles I have the credentials｡｡｡
- Came to the circus six months ago with her younger brother
- Initially read fortunes, but developed a knack for snakes (and then the old snake charmer conveniently vanished...)
- Before that, her past is largely a mystery I have the attitude｡｡｡
- Graceful
- Spiritual
- Impatient
Watch me do my act｡｡｡
- Snake Charmer, part-time voudou woman “I will pray to Erzulie, and her blood will burn for you.”
Philippe Dominique Fante ✦ ?
mezza -- IX
I have have the looks｡｡｡
- 5”10
- Thin and knobbly
- Slightly lighter skin than his sister
- Short, coarse black hair
- Dark brown eyes
- You could probably cut teeth on his collarbones I have the credentials｡｡｡
- Travelled quite a bit as a child
- Never knew his parents, was raised by his older sister Esme
- Has managed to make a rather spectacular life seem awkward I have the attitude｡｡｡
- Sweet
- Nervous
- Clumsy
Watch me do my act｡｡｡
- I’m just sort of, you know, around. I guess I help people? I’m here with my older sister, the Snake Charmer “But... but...”
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:00 am
 Fiona Foolsfoot ✦ MagicianRa Ra Rumpleteaser
My family has been in this circus for many generations. You could say magic is the family business. I'm not in any way related to the ring master but my family has lived under his for as far back as I know of. Whoever first joined this circus must have been a moron. I can't see why any sane person would want to join a circus.
As a child I had two friends, Calim and Johnathan, my younger brother. He and I grew up under the not-so-watchful eye of my father. My mother died of pneumonia just before I hit puberty. That's about the time I started noticing just how annoying circus life could be.
I never grew much in the way of breasts or butt. I'm pretty masculine to look at. I have the face of a woman but the body of a ... well not a male, but close enough. if I really wanted to, I could dress up in a male's costume and nobody would know the difference. My arms are more muscular and I'm flatter than any of my female colleagues. More power to me, in my opinion, it means I can beat their pansy arses from here to Timbuktu if I feel like it.
Back to what's wrong with this place. I started to find the punters to be loud, obnoxious and downright perverted. I hated the advertising posters too. I wanted to kick the artist for painting me in such revealing clothing. I always cover as much of my body as possible, why would I want to be painted as a pin-up girl? The ring master found it amusing so it stayed. How I hate that b*****d. One day, when he's not expecting it, I'll slit him from crotch to throat.
From that point on, I did everything I could to undermine him, humiliate him, disobey him and take revenge on him. For the most part it worked. I could get a vein pulsing on his head but I'd snicker and try to walk away. I never got away with it. He always had some way of getting revenge on me, some way to make my Idiocy go haywire. Every time was another reason for me to leave or take my aggression out on some of my more annoying colleagues.I have the attitude｡｡｡
First of all, I can't stand anybody: not you, not your little sister and not your dying grandfather. They don't give a s**t about me so why should I care about them. They'd all give me up in a heartbeat. I just know it. Survival means looking out for Numero Uno and not giving a damn about those who make it difficult.
I don't trust anyone. I'm always prepared for the next attack, the next mistake or the next moron who's game enough to touch my stuff. So help me, if anyone puts their and on me or anything of mine they'll have a fat lip no amount of make-up could cover. I mean it too. I'll strike anything who even looks at me the wrong way. I don't care if they're children, puppies, old people or the nice guy who always stops to say hello.
A punter once made the mistake of grabbing my hand from behind. Before I had even turned around his hand puffed up like an air-filled magician's glove. After his frightened face noticed the grin on mine, the hand exploded. He wouldn't have felt any pain but he still screamed at having nothing left but a stub. I was sentenced to scrubbing the toilets for the next month and the toilet water kept squirting in my face. I mouthed off at Carlisle until my lips ran dry, then finished my point by exploding his hat to confetti. He loved that hat... Too bad for him that he had to get a new one.
I believe one of the toilets still squirts people when they sit on it. I never bothered to fix that.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
I use a form of magic called Idiocy. It's like being a mage but with a circus theme. I can create water-filled balloons but I cannot create bowl of water. I can make sparks fly from my hands but I can't start a fire. I can change my clothes to a over-the-top clown costume but I can't make a long skirt and top. Everything I do has to be related to the carnival in some way.
However, most of the time my magic backfires. It's been happening since the first time I planned to escape. I'm sure it's Carlisle's fault. That sneaky b*****d must have found some way to tamper with my magic. It gets worse when I refuse to act or speak out against him. It also tends to get worse when I'm angry, and boy do I get angry often.Life is like a handkerchief rope, you don't know what colour is coming next and you're damned if you know where it ends.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:15 pm
 Zerah März ✦ Clown Azekal Noxcis
Standing at five feet and seven inches, my creator always said I stood at an average height though perhaps a little broader than the normal human. My blonde hair never seems to grow, and always seems to stay in the same place. While this might seem strange…it becomes apparently clear when my guise disappears, and reveals that my hair is composed of dolomite. It would also explain how my skin is always somewhat tanned, since my torso and head are granite, while my limbs are comprised of quartz. My eyes are a reddish-brown color from the granite that comprises my head. I tend to dress in relatively simple clothes, solid colors, when not performing. I have the credentials｡｡｡
It’s weird being fully grown at the age of ten or even at five but its even stranger when you’re not exactly human. You see, I’m what Greek alchemists might call an Anthroparion…to archaic for you? I understand, a better translation would be a sentient golem or construct, free will included. When my creator, the ex- oddities collector, divine rest her, realized I was basically a child, it spurned her maternal instincts into action and caused her to raise me as her own. Despite the numerous conflicts that arose from my ‘birth’, especially ones that came from the old ring master, divine rest him, Silphia, divine rest her, raised me as if I was her own. This probably brought more stress than she realized, since she didn’t know to a good extent what it took to raise a child…let alone a golem. While I’m sure I caused my fair amount of stress, it wasn’t because I was a problem child. Oh no, compared to some little rascal that hung around the old ring master, divine rest him, I was just unusually quiet. But I was perhaps much more inquisitive than said rascal.
My curiosity was probably my main source of stress for Silphia, divine rest her, since she ended up selling some of her more expensive oddities to provide for my education or whatever it could be called. That and the fact that once I learned to read, I went through her entire book collection. Everything from musty tomes and grimoires that were probably fakes at best and reality at worst, to her hidden collection of sordid romance novels. The latter collection brought out a slew of questions from me, which embarrassed her to no end.
However, as she neared the age of sixty, her age started to become more apparent and that brought about in odd change in me. I matured from being the equivalent of her son, to becoming her care taker. This was especially obvious when she was in her late seventies, and I had to be an impromptu oddity collector …until the old ring master, divine rest him, was able to acquire another one.
I can’t help but wonder, if Silphia, divine rest her, planned on telling the other members of the carneval about what I am. Though it hardly matters now that most of the circus knows. Ever since that one blonde girl found out, by punching me of all things, it became a circus secret. One that was almost discovered when the belief that a golem isn’t nimble enough for a high wire was put to the test.
Oh I was fine, after the fall. Landed on my back, which absorbed the entirety of the force, but it was during the middle of a performance so I had to sit there until some helpers, or strongmen carried me out of the performing tent. I have the attitude｡｡｡
My inquisitive nature is somewhat well known throughout the circus, since I always have my nose in a book of some sort…usually one about ancient history, history, language, psychology, sociology, or mythology, hell even the occasional theology book. Of course this is whenever I’m lounging around in my own tent or the tent that houses a majority of Silphia’s, divine rest her, oddity collection. I apparently sit so still, and am so quiet, that I become part of the collection. A little ironic considering that Silphia, divine rest her, told me that I once was. That probably has something to do with my lack of breathing.
Aside from my quiet and inquisitive nature, I’m also very personable. I seem to attract a lot of attention when I perform which is considerable odd. I’m not all that good, you try being gracefully clumsy when made of stone! Silphia, divine rest her, once compared me to being a muse…though that seems a little much, especially considering she had been drinking when she said it.
I also tend to hate things that are wrong or inaccurate. This could either range from a need for precision when something needs to be fixed, or built, to correcting someone when they’re wrong…even if they did it on purpose for an act or joke. Thankfully my years at the circus, and performing as a clown helped lessen the latter to apathy though the former is now coupled with efficiency.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
I have a minor conjuration magic, which apparently comes from the magic that was used to give me life. However these abilities are rather weak, my conjuration can only summon hand held things…like knives for knife throwers, among other things.
Because of my...unnatural composition, I don’t feel injuries and well anyone’s in for a surprise if they try to punch me. Doesn’t mean I’m immune to damage, but it takes a great deal more to even scratch my illusion. Also because of my make up, I’m not as nimble as the average human, but I more than make up for it by being stronger, when my human guise is active I wonder if my creator, divine rest her, realized she was making an anthroparion…
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:53 am
 Roxanne "Demon" Elliano ✦ TricksterBeau Cramoisi
Roxanne doesn't remember her real parents, and she honestly wouldn't care to. The girl was on a stranger's doorstep almost as soon as she was out of the womb. Perhaps her mother saw right away what a mischief maker "The Demon" would be. Regardless, she was lukewarm toward her adoptive parents. They showered the girl with love and praise, but she considered the life she had with them very boring. By the time she was fifteen, Roxanne was itching to get away.
She said nothing to her parents- just left while they were asleep. She wasn't sure where she was going- but soon found out. The girl stumbled upon the Carnival of Mirrors. It was absolutely thrilling! There was something interesting at every turn, and it became clear to her that this was where she belonged. The Trickster was welcomed with open arms, especially when her talent for mimicry was discovered. Of course, she quickly gained talent in other various skills. Little things like juggling and walking on her hands.
They took to calling her "The Little Demon". It likely didn't just have to do with the mask. The other performers realized very quickly that she was a lot like a weasel or a fox- sneaky and very often up to no good. Some of them even started to believe that under the rather appropriate mask hid a much darker persona. She took a bit of a liking to the Ringmaster- who was sometimes rather smug and more often a bit angry- but reminded her very much of a father she would have liked to have- even if the feeling wasn't necessarily mutual.I have the attitude｡｡｡
They don't call her the Trickster for no reason. Roxanne's mischievous, quick-witted, deceptively cunning and.. Well maybe a little bit full of herself. She's plenty creative, and for the most part easy to get along with. Her only problem is that she doesn't really care about others. Sure- she can put up a good charade, but in the end, the only skin that really matters is her own.
The young woman has gained a bit of a reputation as a deceitful canary- doing anything to benefit herself, even if it comes at the misfortune of others. Still, she's not entirely bad. Roxanne, or "Demon" as she prefers to be called, is for the most part light-hearted and easy to get along with. She's often the cause of smiles and laughter, and most who don't know her well will even call her kind and warm.
Of course, those who do know her well will laugh along with her jokes, and greet her as warmly as she does them- although often they do so with a twinge of caution. After all- who knows if they might end up at the receiving end of her next practical joke?Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Roxanne doesn't have a particular act. She simply entertains. Simple magic tricks, various acrobatics, improvisation, puppet shows, juggling.. You get the idea. She's here to shock and delight, and maybe play a prank or two.
Some of the other performers have magical powers and whatnot. Her? She was blessed with the agility of a hare and has perfected the art of mimicry. Needless to say- She can sometimes get on the other performers' nerves when they can't get back at her for mocking them.
Jack of all trades, master of none, though oftentimes better than master of one!
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 9:49 pm
Anastasia Elizabeth Christoph ✦ Exotic Dancer iAri-xX I have have the looks｡｡｡
I am slim; light and fit with small attributes. I reach a height of only five feet, three inches and I weigh about one hundred and twenty seven pounds. My skin is creamy, smooth, soft, and almost flawless, save for the small mole near my left eye and the long, winding scar that curves from my left shoulder, down my back, towards my right hip. My eyes are a subtle, yet vibrant green. My hair flows long, down past my knee. It is the color of coal and midnight, mixing to create an ashy, blackish blue. I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Its's sad really, I don't have the slightest clue about my past, mostly before the age of thirteen. All I know is that can speak French fluently, and that I was awoken by a loud noise, while I laid, face first, in an abandoned ally way. There was a sering pain down my back and I knew there was something wet dripping from it, but i ignored it, for the time being at least.
I remember...hearing music. Loud, happy, playful music. It drew me in, closer. I walked forward towards the sound, feeling the liquid drip from my back onto the ground. My eyes we're wide with pure awe when I reached where the sound was coming from. A Carnival, filled with bright, vibrant lights and happy people! Oh, I remember how glorious it was. I wanted to dance! But alas, the pain in my back became too much for my young body to bare, and I blacked out.
Days later, I awoke inside a large tent, sore and drowsy. As I slowly willed myself to sit up, a large tongue brought itself to the side of my face. As my eyes adjusted, I could see it was a large lion. Utterly frightened, I screamed and the big cat jumped back. Then a large man, looking around his sixties, made his way in. He was overjoyed that I was awake.
Apparently, I had collapsed in the middle of the walkway, startling many of the people there. He had taken me up to his tent and a few of the performers who knew medical techniques, began to nurse my long, mysterious wound. This man, who I learned was the, now former, Lion Tamer, began to tell me about The Carnival of Mirrors and all its wonders. I was intrigued!
When asked about my family, I told him I couldn't remember anything about my past or my parents. He took pity on me and went to the Ringmaster, just as he was leaving the main performance tent. The Ringmaster came to me, looking me over with a critiquing eye, before waving his hand dismissing me, saying that I was allowed to stay, as long as I worked to earn my keep.
And I did. The Tamer raised me as his own daughter and I learned how to feed and care for the lions. I worked to clean their cages and, sometimes, even help clear out the performance tent. Sometimes, when I was alone in that tent, I'd dance ever so freely, imagining that I was dancing in front of the crowds that came to the Carnival.
When the Tamer passed on, it broke my little heart. After he was put to rest, I was plagued with horrid, yet abstract nightmares. Nightmares of which I did not understand. On those nights, I'd awaken and sneak off into the performance tent to dance. One night, I completely lost myself in the dance. I didn't notice that the Ringmaster was there observing my dance until I had stopped. He gave a slow clap that, at first, startled me. I was fifteen then. I guess thats how I became the "Danseur" of Carnival of Mirrors. I have the attitude｡｡｡
I actually have two very different personalities: Anastasia and Selena. Anastasia refers to my normal, happy self. I've been told I am very innocent, with a child's outlook on the world. I think everyone has some good in them, no matter what they've done in the past. I'm also a bit clueless, in the sense that I cannot understand subtle hints. I'm almost oblivious to indirect flirting, to the point where I won't really understand that someone is interested until they announce that they are. Some people take this as playing hard to get, but I disagree. I love to help others and I hate to see someone cry or appear sad. My heart just seems to suck up all the love and spread it out everywhere!
My second personality, Selena, only appears when I dance. In this state, I am seductive and possessive. I want to have everything. I want to capture attention and hold it for my own. The sounds of applause is beauty. I love to flirt. To touch. To be adored. At times, I am very vain, thinking only of myself. I can use my body against others, sultry eyes staring them down. When in this state, my eyes turn a bright red. Or so I'm told. But, luckily, Selena only appears when I'm performing. At least, so far... Watch me do my act｡｡｡
If you watch my act, I will suck you in to my world, whatever world that may be at the moment. I have the power of aerokinesis, or wind manipulation.
Now you may ask, 'How could that help your act?' Well I shall tell you. I use my power to make my movements more fluid and loose. My steps are lighter. My body appears more flexible. Sometimes, depending on the dance, I let the wind push me upward so that I float almost like magic. The wind makes the audience be able to feel me.
Most of my dances tell a story. But, in all of them, you can bet that I will lose myself for the audience. I will feel, think, cry, and die for everyone there if thats what my "character" depicts. Expect nothing less, from me. Just know that I will go beyond your expectations. "...and when I'm dancing, I just can't help but...lose myself..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 9:34 am
 Samara Incarnadine Knight ✦ Knife ThrowerKaiya Hytoshi
1687 Japan, Samara was a simple garden girl. She worked for her mother and father at the young age of eighteen, as was required if she was going to live in their home. The girl didn't mind, a small amount of labor meant nothing compared to her love of her parents. This was when Samara was bright and cheerful. Too drunken in the pleasure of her own mind to see the world for the dangerous place that it was. Little did the small girl know, this was indeed a hazard in its own way. Samara's parents took up work in a shady business. This often led them to be out later than normal. It also effected their behavior. Samara would sit in her room, listening to them argue viciously. They even reacted differently around the girl herself, handing out cruel punishments to a job not completed in time. Samara thought it was her fault. Had she gotten her work done, they wouldn't have had to strike her. The girl still gave her parents a look of admiration. They did so much for her. It wasn't fair that she'd treat them as she did... Giving them far more stress than necessary.
So the girl went to work to better herself. She would wake up before sunrise, and begin working vigorously. By the end of each day Samara was too tired to taken in her parent's compliments. Finally, she got a day off. It was a blessing. Samara's fingers had literally shed a blanket of skin. Her father didn't want to cripple his only child. Even though she was a girl, she was still his only blood child. How else would he pass on his legacy... That is... If you could consider a low-life shark deserving enough of a 'legacy'... Anyway, the girl was enjoying her break, laying upon the thick pasture behind their house. The long grass blew with the wind, whipped Samara's face. She giggled, taking in a deep breath. That's when it appeared. A small demon-like animal. Samara was shocked, but pulled into the curious little creature. It spoke to her. Promising a life beyond the one she now lived. He told her that she could have awesome powers, immortality, and total happiness. Of course she accepted! She was, but a weak willed human.
A powerful feeling took over the girl. It was as if everything around was insignificant. not that she thought of them that way, her body just felt... Strong... Samara also noticed a change in her irises. When she experienced different emotions, her eyes would shift through a variety of hues. Whether it be yellow from frustration, or pink from pain. The girl didn't understand how memorizing her eyes truly were... Until, that is, a man from her father's business arrived. Samara was alone that day. She had been working the garden once more, but with her new-found powers, the girl could accomplish more in a shorter amount of time with out breaking a single drop of perspiration. Anyway, the man had venture out back. He started interrogating Samara. Then he attacked her, it was like he couldn't help himself. The man pulled his lips close to the girl's. A dark emotion took over... Her eyes took on a bright orange color, indicating, not only was she infuriated, but she wanted to spill his blood. Samara pulled a long blade-Used for chopping down long weeds, and slid it into the man's soft flesh. It was the first time the blades spoke to her... It was also the first time she took another's life.
No one knew of that incident, because Samara simply hid the body in the garden, The very garden her parents adored so very much. The very same garden that she labored over when she was human. One day Samara went out to the market. She returned to find the disfigured torso of her mother laying in the kitchen. Her father was not far off, and was in the same condition. Samara was traumatized. Her mind raced with ever possibility of what could have caused this to happen. Then [it stepped out once more. The demon who gave the girl her incredible powers. He claimed that nothing came without some sort of price, and that if she was foolish enough to think so then she deserved this. Samara stood there stoic. In a split second the girl was on the small creature, her eyes glowing a bright incarnadine. With that she grabbed a kitchen knife. By the end of everything, Samara had killed the demon... Disposing of it where she disposed of the male's body. Her bright and cheerful persona twisted into something far darker. She licked the blood from her hands, and left her parents where they lay. The thought of their death still pained her, but she knew it would pass.
Later, Samara went to America. She took up the languages-The main one being English of course, easily enough, and started to travel. She even purchased many different blades along the way... Each speaking out to her. Some with deliciously evil thoughts. The girl became quite skilled in the art of knife throwing. It was like a dance for her. The blades would work around her small frame, and when she sent them into the air, they would always hit the mark perfectly. Samara had found a tattered flier for a circus. This was perfect, no? A vicious knife thrower using her... Skills in a show, and no one to tell her to stop? Samara found pure joy in the opportunity!
Finally, Samara caught up to the freak show, and took a seat in the audience. Watching with a sinister smile twisted upon her lips. If they sated her appetite for blood and excitement, she would apply for a position. If not... She could always use practice. Samara found that they were just what she was looking for. Soon, the girl became a part of the twisted circus. She found she possessed rather gruesome thoughts towards this mirror... Wanting to hear its shatters as it hit the ground... After all, as soon as the girl joined, her freedom was striped... Something she wasn't going to take laying down.
I have the attitude｡｡｡
Samara is beyond your normal psychotic circus performer... Her persona can range from cold to delightful... Well, delightful to some. The girl loves the adrenaline rush of soft skin slicing open. She is not passive in the least. Try to treat her differently, and you may just end up on the end of her beloved blades. T Samara is a rebel, and will do anything to anger the mysterious mirror. You see?
With personality, comes unique traits. Samara's irises will shift to bizarre colors, depending on her mood. Thus, the girl can never hide her true emotions. This has always been a burden for obvious reasons. However, not too many get to glance upon the mixture of colors before the girl will strike them down. Tis all apart of the darkening mindset of her... It would seem that she adores her new look to life as well. Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Power over blades, mood ring eyes, frozen age, and she is the knife thrower~
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 6:25 am
 Gina Palinski ✦ Silk DancerAlykia
I am 5'8" and have silky smooth caramel skin. Emerald orbs compliment my short fiery red hair. Yes, it is my natural color. I realize it might look dyed but you will just have to get over it. You will never find me without some kind of silk on me. Normally it drapes off my body in an elegant manner. Of course I wear more elaborate and tight fitting outfits when I am performing. Other than that, there is not much more to say: I don't have any odd marks.I have the credentials｡｡｡
Ever since I was born, I had some weird condition that they couldn't explain. It was abnormal and they came up with some complicated name for it until they figured out what was really wrong. Of course that never happened. In short, my limbs are like rubber. They look normal; but that's about it. There was no way I could learn how to crawl, walk, throw a ball and so on. I was like a pet rock that you had to feed. I didn't do much of anything back in those days. Just stayed home and watched the world pass me by. Granted, I found ways to do things on my own to a certain degree. Who would want to sit next to you and flip the pages while you are reading? So I had to improvise with such things: it was just easier for the both of us. You see; there was one person that was hired to take care of me. I guess you could say that she was the closest thing to a friend I had.
As for my parents, it was like they didn't even exist. They were rich and busy all of the time. When they did come and visit me, they seemed disgusted and annoyed. Unfortunately for them, they couldn't have any more kids and I was useless: a bother. I am surprised that they didn't throw me out into the streets ages ago. At some point they decided to adopt a child. At the age of ten I got an older brother: he was only a year older though. That just made things worse.
It was because of him that my kind caretaker didn't come as often. Apparently they thought that it would make sense for him to take care of me sometimes. What were they thinking? He was horrible. In fact, he was the biggest pain in the butt ever. I don't know why he liked to torment me so much. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? There was one good thing that came out of it though: I learned that I could control silk. Of course I had no qualms with using my newfound power against him. It didn't take him long to realized that he couldn't go talking about such odd things; but that didn't mean he stopped acting like a jerk. In fact, it seemed to make things worse. Somehow he would always find a way to torment me. It wasn't always severe; but still.
When I was twelve, we were taking a "walk" around town. My caretaker wanted me to get away from the house every once in a while. During the short time she stepped away to get something; that idiotic brother of mine pushed me down the street: laughing. Of course there was enough of a slope to keep me going for a good amount of time. Eventually I crashed into a couple and toppled over. The lady seemed concerned but the guy was yelling at me like it was my fault. What is wrong with people? I ended up just ignoring them until they left. At least they put me back in my chair.
That was when I heard it, the question that would forever change my life: Do you want to play with me? Ever since then, I have been a part of the Carnival of Mirrors. My limbs work like they never had a problem and I am surrounded by other freaks of nature. I couldn't be happier. Well, that isn't entirely true. This place may have given me something I never thought I could have; but there are other problems I have to deal with. I still like it better than my previous life. The only thing I feel a bit bad about is the caretaker. I am sure she was worried back then; but one day I will be able to explain everything to her.I have the attitude｡｡｡
I am an intelligent person, this is mainly because I didn't have much to do when I was younger besides read and learn other such things. It's not like I could run around and play outside with the other kids. I guess I have always been secretive as well. The only people that seemed to want to know about me were my caretaker and my adopted brother. I think he just wanted to know things so he could find new ways to torment me though. As for the caretaker, I think she was just fulfilling her duty to a degree. In any case, I got used to keeping certain things to myself. The only one that I am somewhat open to is the one that invited me to this new home of mine.
The most obvious thing about me now is the fact that I am graceful. Everything I do is done in an elegant manner. I suppose it is normal concerning my power and the act that I am performing for others constantly. I am also quite bold in general. It was something that didn't come out until I could move my limbs as I pleased. How can you not change when something so drastic happens?
I also became a big tease. I am pretty good at hiding that fact from others. Even if my fellow carni's know, they don't really know to what extent. I intend to keep it that way. I like playing with them here and there; but they aren't my real targets. It is much more fun to tease people that are from whatever town we are visiting. After all, there is a time limit and you don't have to worry about someone becoming a psycho stalker. I won't get into to detail with how I play my game; but I will say that I am a big fan of bondage.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
This may seem a bit weird, but I can control silk. It's been quite useful for me over the years: for many reasons. Recently I found a way to control the temperature of silk. This way I can cause a fire to spark or it to freeze up. I have only used it for a brief moment during my act. After all, I don't want it destroy too much of my precious silk.
Speaking of my act, I use silk to dance up high in the sky. I really only manipulate the silk, a bit, to make it look extra spectacular. It is an elegant art form; but you need to be extremely fit in general. I love to perform because everyone is looking at me. They are amazed that I can do such a thing: mesmerized even. At least that is the kind of reaction I seem to get. In that moment I feel like I am in another world: away from everything that might be bothering me."Do you have any idea how lovely it is to move about freely!?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 12:09 am
Leopold Sidorov ✦ Lion Tamer
Walkinthevoid (Void) I have the looks｡｡｡
Leopold is small in stature, pale, lean and wiry. With such a small build many people wonder how he can possibly “tame” the big cats that he uses in his act, but somehow he manages.
Leopold has straight, black hair that is seldom combed or cut – at the moment it is at ear lobe length. His eyes are wide and brown; a very light, watery brown that under the right light looks almost red.
His face constantly has a look of innocence on it, a look that is rather deceptive. One does not travel the world with a big cat in tow without seeing some things.I have the credentials｡｡｡
Leopold grew up in Russia, in a little village somewhere in the mountains, with his mother, father, brothers and sisters (Of which he had seven – which made him the eighth and the youngest). The village was small, with the vast majority of the area devoted to producing wheat.
Leopold went to school, worked on the farm, and lived a relatively peaceful life, in which he knew that when he grew up, he was going to be a farmer – like his brothers and sisters, and father before him. Yet, like all small children, he longed to live a life that was not ordinary but extraordinary, a wish that, sadly, did not last long.
Leopold had always loved cats. All the cats on the farm ‘belonged’ to him (In that he belonged to them, not the other way round), and everyone knew that if there was a problem with a kitty, all they had to do was ask him.
He just... seemed to know what to do. As if he could talk to the little things.
On the day that everything went wrong, (or perhaps right, depending on your individual perspective) was an ordinary winter’s day, the snow hugging the ground and trees like a thick, soft downy blanket, muffling almost all sound. It was evening, so people in the village were indoors or heading that way – all except Leopold.
His favourite tabby was giving birth to a litter of kittens, but the birth was a troubled one, and the boy wasn’t sure if the old girl was going to make it.
In the silence of the barn he crouched, the hay creating a soft nest for both boy and cat.
The feline grunted in pain, mewling and struggling as she strained to deliver her young alive. The boy sat with her, hands on her stomach, trying oh so hard not to cry. There was nothing he could do short of opening her up – but then she would die, and there was a very good chance that the young would to. A winter birth – he had thought that she was past reproducing. But a winter birth? Even if it were a normal birth, most of the kittens would not survive.
Struggling with his emotions, the boy missed the light footfalls of the cat. Large and black, it was severely out of place in this mountain wilderness of snow - it was from the Americas, and it wasn’t going to last long. Shivering with cold she found the barn, and the boy within it – was the boy going to hurt her? She did not understand the strange sounds he was making. It stepped towards her, she snarled, and struck out at the boy with her claws. He cried with pain, falling backwards onto the straw, clutching his arm against his body. It was bleeding.
The scent of blood and fear filled the barn, and the starving jaguar stepped towards the boy, obviously intending to eat him...
Then she collapsed.
The boy did not understand. How had this panther, this jaguar come to be here? Had it escaped from some travelling performers? She was big and sleek, but her ribs were pronounced under her coat, and she was obviously freezing. She was not built for this wether.
Nursing the cat and the jaguar was too much. The boy left the big cat in a corner covered with straw and turned back to his cat, but it was too late. It had always been too late. The cat and her kittens had died.
The jaguar awoke to the sounds of sobbing. Why did the little human make such noise? Did it call for more humans? But no – she could feel the sorrow radiating off the small boy, and in a leap of faith decided to investigate.
The boy sat in the straw, salty wetness coursing down his very pink cheeks. In the straw, a tabby lay, her belly swollen with her unborn young. She sniffed at the tabby; it was dead. The sobbing had stopped, and so the panther looked up to regard the boy, who was staring at her with a strange fascination.
Slowly, ever so carefully, the cat began to crouch down... and, watched by the boy, ate the tabby.
For months Leopold cared for the panther, which he began to call Sasha. He nursed her back to health on chickens and pig meat, stealing from the village stores whenever he could, but the meat was missed. Soon enough the boy and the big cat were found out, and rather than cast the cat out alone he left with her. He was sixteen.
Leopold and Sasha travelled for a while, mostly on foot, as big cats were not usually allowed on public transportation unless they were smuggled, and after a while became slightly famous; the boy who could speak to cats, and his panther, but really it was a partnership. Sasha loved Leopold, and Leopold loved Sasha.
Two years later, the duo found themselves at a circus. A circus that had no lion tamer. Somehow Leopold and Sasha were convinced to join; but Leopold doesn’t like the name “Lion Tamer”. In his own words; “I do not tame Lions. Lions tame me.”I have the attitude｡｡｡
Leopold is quiet, and almost always thinks before he speaks. Mostly this is because he doesn’t speak English very well and has to translate what he means before he can actually say anything, but it has the happy side effect of making the boy seem mysterious and brooding – an air that, to him, is one that a Lion Tamer needs.
Leopold is nothing but patient. He has to be, or else his big cats would probably eat him – cats do what they want when they want, and do not like to be rushed. When faced with situations of peril he simply sits back and waits to see where it will take him. Perhaps it is a defence mechanism learned on his travels, perhaps it is something he does just to be irritating.
Leopold, unfortunately, rarely smiles. Of course he will smile for his cats, but humans he just doesn’t get. Especially since the majority of the circus speaks English, and he just doesn’t get English jokes.
The others don’t seem to get his Russian jokes either. Language barriers; what can you do? Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Leopold has this amazing knack with cats. There is no power involved as far as anyone knows; he simply has spent enough time around cats that he can read their mood and approximate thoughts from their body language. He is the “Lion Tamer” of the circus, although there aren’t many lions involved, and nor are they tamed.
Leopold’s acts will almost always involve ‘his’ panther Sasha, along with a smattering of other cats that include a few tigers, a mountain lion, a leopard and the old lion that belonged to the old lion tamer – a big old fellow that was senile, def, and sweet as a big bag of sugar. Leopold believes that the circus does not have enough cats, and is constantly pressuring the ring master for more. You walk a lonely road. Oh! How far you are from home.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 1:39 am
Sasha ✦ Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Sasha is a melanistic jaguar, what you’d call a panther. She weighs in at 60 odd kg’s (approx 130lb’s), and is around 1.63m long (5.3ft), which makes her cat on the smaller end of the range.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Sasha is originally from somewhere in South America, and was captured as a cub probably as an exotic pet for some Russian nobleman, as an exhibit in the zoo, or as a travelling performer.
At the age of two (virtually adolescence) she escaped into the mountains. She barely survived there for a while until winter, where she found and was rescued by Leopold.
She and Leopold have a strong bond, and rarely leave each other’s side. A silent shadow, she has learned how to be stealthy in man – made places even better than she had been in the jungle, which she probably barely remembers.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Sasha, like Leopold, is very calm; but unlike her partner has a quick and vicious temper, and is quick to turn to violence, be it in the defence of herself, or Leopold. Sasha is a very vocal animal, often making growling or mewling noises that are not unlike human speech to make herself known – she is, after all, a rather unusual cat.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Sasha is always present in Leopold’s act, often at the centre, doing the parts that would potentially most threaten Leopold’s life. Although she acts rather human – like and seems to understand more than she should, she has no powers.”Grrrmrrrowwwl!” Arrow ✦Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Arrow is a male Siberian tiger, around 230cms in length and 227kg’s (500 lbs) in weight, which places him on the larger, heavier end of the range.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Arrow was the first big cat that Leopold had the Ring Master purchase, along with his mate Fletch. He is from Siberia, and was purchased there from what was most probably a black market dealer, but Leopold didn’t really care. He was rescuing tigers, tigers that were from a place not too far from his own country.
Arrow is around 6 or 7, and has not lived long in captivity.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Arrow is wild, protective, and fierce. He is probably one of the most dangerous of Leopold’s cats, and has often given the boy quite a scratch here and there. He loves and protects his mate Fletch with a fierce passion, and is rather loving and kind to her, which, if you knew him, is rather surprising.
Arrow is an escape artist and has wanderlust tendencies, and is known sometimes as “You b*****d” or some such, particularly when Leopold has had to stop the whole caravan looking for him.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Arrow is fast and strong, but also very dangerous. He is not often used in Leopold’s acts, but when he does, it is spectacular – but half of the time things go wrong.”ROARRRRRRrrrrr!” Fletcher “Fletch” ✦Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Fletch is a female Siberian tiger, but nobody has managed to weigh or measure Fletch to date. She is just under the length and weight of Arrow, as an estimation.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Fletch was the first big cat that Leopold had the Ring Master purchase, along with her mate Arrow. She is from Siberia, and was purchased there from what was most probably a black market dealer, but Leopold didn’t really care. He was rescuing tigers, tigers that were from a place not too far from his own country.
Fletch is around 6 or 7, and has not lived long in captivity.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Fletch, although calm and composed – almost sweet – on the outside, is in actuality a hateful, evil little minx. She does not escape, but she makes everything just that much harder for Leopold – not many people want to come close to his big cats after an unfortunate incident with Arrow.
Conversely she is a great attention seeker. She is always on stage with Leopold and Sasha, constantly in need of being adored and praised. Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Fletch is one of the more spectacular specimens in Leopold’s act, and is always on stage. She is agile but not exceptionally fast, with a flair for the dramatic.”Mrrrowwwwwwwl!!” Beau “Bobo” ✦ Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Bobo is a male Bengal tiger, 210kg’s (482 lb) and 220cm’s in length, which places him in the moderate range for his breed.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Bobo is from India, and was purchased through one of Leopold’s contacts – a rescue from someone who had purchased him as a pet, and quickly found him to be more than they could handle.
Bobo is Leopold’s most recent purchase, and is rather young – about one to two years of age.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Putting it simply, Bobo is a fool. He acts like a cub, gambolling around, falling over his own feet, playing with light reflections like a little kitten. He constantly annoys all of Leopold’s other cats, but is one of the boy’s favourites – he is very cuddly, and loves to be with people. Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Bobo is the comedic part of Leopold’s act. He falls over on command, can jump through hoops, and has no issues whatsoever with wearing silly pointed hats and clown ruffles.”Grrmrowwwl?” Leo ✦ Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Leo is an African Lion, around 250kg’s (550 lb’s), and 250cm (8.2ft) long. He is very old and fragile.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Leo has lived a long and fruitful life as a circus lion. He is close to twenty – quite a feat, since most big cats in the wild live for ten to fifteen years at the most. He was very close to the old ring master and has never really accepted Leopold’s position as his new “master”, not that he does anything about it.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Leo is a big old lion with more patience than a rock, and a love of sleeping. He is quick to give an unruly cub a cuff over the ear when needed (Although what he considers a ‘cub’ often extends to Leopold, the other lions, and anyone in reach), and moves at his own steady pace.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Leo sometimes performs still, even if it’s just for the exercise. He doesn’t do much but sit there and look impressive – who has heard of a Lion Tamer without a Lion?”.... *snort*” Lynx ✦ Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Lynx is a North American Cougar, also known as a Mountain Lion. She weighs in at around 60cm’s (2ft) and 29kg’s (64lb’s).I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Lynx is from North America, bought there during the last tour. There is nothing much to say about the cat’s origins, she was a rescue animal, after her mother was killed in a hunting incident. She is around three years old.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Lynx is a lazy girl, she loves nothing more than laying around in the sun, chewing on the odd mouse and doing nothing. She has nothing much to speak of in the way of temper, but when she gets going she can be rather dangerous.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Lynx is a performer, but only because Leopold makes her. She would rather not, but after some coaxing she does what Leopold says.”Rrrrrwwwww.” Kitty ✦ Big Cat
Walkinthevoid I have have the looks｡｡｡
Kitty is an African Leopard. She is 125 cm’s (49 inches) and 23kg’s (51lb’s). She is small and light, a perfect huntress.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Sasha is from Africa, and was bred in captivity before Leopold bought her. She is rather young, around three years old.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Kitty is a girly girl, always cleaning and preening herself, never wanting to get her paws dirty. She likes to watch the action from afar, but likes to show off when the moment is right.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Kitty is an integral part of Leopold’s act, and she knows it. If pride were a cat, Kitty would be it – but despite all, she is very good. A spectacle to behold.”rrrrrrrrrrrr.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 4:20 am
 Akito Mori ✦ Oddity CollectorAlykia
Let's see, I am 5'8" and a typical looking Asian: jet black hair, brown eyes and more on the skinny side. I have a teal colored star tattoo on my cheek that has multiple meanings and hidden marks on my body. They look more like cool tattoos though. The marks travel up the outer portion of my right leg and the left side of my torso. There are also some that travel a bit up my neck and around the hairline on my face: which is mainly covered by my hair. It isn't really that hard to cover it up with make up if I really wanted to; but I tend to leave my clothes on anyway. It's not like I care if people see it; after all, it is kind of cool. The design looks a bit like vines or branches and has a cracked look to it. In general, the marks are actually quite smooth compared to my real deformed self.I have the credentials｡｡｡
When I was born, I was covered in scars as if I was burnt in a fire. My parents were horrified that I looked like a monster and threw me away. I don't know anything about them because it seems that they disposed of me when I was still a newborn. What wretched people. Luckily, the ring master found me and brought me to the Carnival of Mirrors. I guess you could say that he ended up being my adoptive father and the other carni's were like my family. Well we are all family; but in my case it is more of a reality. I didn't really know that I had a deformity that was so grotesque though. Ever since I joined, I only had slight marks. I was told that they were birth marks and not to worry about it.
At some point, I ventured away from the carnival grounds: I think I was five. The ring master warned me never to leave; but I was too entranced by something I saw. I just had to see it. I needed to hold it in my own hands and examine it closely. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the fact that my old deformity returned. I was too distracted. When I finally reached the person that had the item in question, I tugged on his jacket. The guys eyes went wide when he turned around to look at me. At the time I just thought he was being weird. What's so scary about a little boy? Before I could get a word in edgewise, the guy caused a scene and ran off. Of course I chased after him as hard as I could with my short little legs.
The next part was a little hazy for me. All I remembered at the time was the fog like atmosphere dissipating from the alleyway to reveal the guy lying motionless on the ground. I poked the man, even kicked him gently a few times, to see if he was sleeping. Back then; it didn't occur to me that he was dead. Yes, I am pretty sure that I killed him now. In any case, I found the item and stood there for a while as I examined it. My eyes probably looked like they were sparkling and my fingers traced each component as if it was something of great value. It wasn't until I was skipping back to the carnival that I happened to see a reflection of myself.
The ring master explained it all to me and went easy on my punishment. It was probably because I was already tormenting myself enough. This forced me to never want to leave the carnival grounds again. Unfortunately, my obsession with random things would override my thought process and I started venturing away anyway. Of course I was a bit more careful about it though. There was no need to frighten whatever town we were in for no reason. It didn't take long for the ring master to realize that I wouldn't listen to him even if I were given the most severe punishment imaginable. That is why we came up with a compromise when I was ten years old.
The ring master gave me a mark, the star that is on my cheek, which allows me to keep my appearance while I am wandering off the carnival grounds. I guess you could say that it extends the magic for me. There is a limit to it though: after a day it will stop working. Of course it will work again as long as I return to the grounds. I am the only one that was given this privilege: it's not my fault that he favors me. With that said, there was no way he was going to give me that ability without a price. That's just how things work in the Carnival of Mirrors.
There isn't much to say about the rest of my years. I grew up collecting things and learning how to control my own powers: Invented new and spectacular ways to improve it. Of course I perfected my acts as well. What else? Oh I guess you could say I am quite close to Gina; after all, I did invite her to join the Carnival of Mirrors. Still, the ring master is like a father to me. Ah I did have a makeshift mother for a while; but she died at some point. I am not really sure when. She took care of me when I was younger but started to pay less attention as time went on. I don't hold it against her really: it seemed like the motherly role was forced on her anyway.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Well, if you didn't notice yet: I am obsessed with collecting things. You never know when I might start craving a certain thing. It comes without warning and I must have it as soon as possible. Getting my hands on the item is the only thing that fills my thoughts. Usually it is something that might seem weird to others; but they just don't understand. I will also use any means necessary to obtain what I'm obsessing over. This is where my twisted personality comes into play. Of course I do act a bit twisted when I am not consumed by whatever I am obsessing over...sometimes. That's not important though.
When I am not in obsessed mode, which doesn't normally last for long, I am quite cheerful. I tend to be happy, ready for some fun and fairly nice. I'm also a suave person so I tend to be courteous and gracious. Finally I am cryptic with my words even though I am a smooth talker. What can I say? It makes things more interesting that way.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
I have the power to control ash. Normally I use it in smoke form. I am a master at creating intricate designs with the smoke. A lot of people think it's fascinating but it isn't part of my actual act. I prefer to keep those two things separate.
Speaking of my act, I deal with equilibristics. I mainly focus on riding a unicycle or globe walking while doing other things: plate spinning or juggling. It really depends on what I feel like doing for the night. I also tend to use things from my collection: instead of the normal plate spinning or juggling related tools. That is why it is a bit different in general.
Oh yea, I tend to make concoctions that manipulate my ash power so that I can use a variety of smoke through my special cigarette. It might be as simple as color changes or more complicated: like creating teargas and other such things. I don't use the complicated type that often though."My precious...where art thou?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:32 pm
 Drew & Drake Cattletail ✦ Pan Handling TwinsRa Ra Rumpleteaser
We look completely different inside the circus to outside. We have forked tongues and serpentine eyes but the moment we step outside the Hall of Mirrors, our true appearances show. Half our bodies have crocodile skin - Drew to the left and Drake to the right. We also have big, yellow crocodile teeth. Our gnashers can crunch bone and crack stone.
We love wearing colourful clothes. Drew has a red suit and Drake has a blue. We make a game of swapping our clothes around and wearing top hats so nobody can tell which of us is which. It's hilarious to watch people confuse themselves. We have one other outfit each, our identical yellow and orange fight outfits. They're so much easier to run around and wrestle in but they don't come with hats. With Drew's long hair and Drake's short hair, it's pretty easy to pick us apart. One day we're going to get identical haircuts but Mister Hunt keeps forbidding us. He says he has enough trouble telling which is which without making it harder. Too bad.I have have the credentials｡｡｡
Even in the womb we were terrors. We'd kick and punch one another, causing our mother so much pain and stress. I think that's why we were born premature, me and my sister that is.
I heard she took drugs to make us come out faster.
Yeah, well you aren't telling the story, are you Drewey?
I could tell it better.
Na-ah. I'm the better story teller, that's why you got stuck with the personality.
I thought it's because you don't have one... a personality that is.
Ha ha, very funny little sis.
I thought we agreed. I'm the older sister this week!
Oh yeah? Prove it!
I win.
Children, please. Get back to the story.
Sorry.
Sorry.
What was I up to?
We were born, bird brain.
Dog dung.
Lizard legs.
Hey, that one's mean!
Sorry Drake.
Our mum knew we were different even before we were born. We looked different on the belly scans the doctors did. We had rough, lumpy skin that showed up weird on the pictures they took. Mum wanted us aborted but we were already into the second trimester.
So that's how we were born, with pink crocodile skin and forked tongues. We could lick our eyelids even when we were born. Wanna see? Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to tell you we also had weird eyes, but you can see them now. Teething was a pain too apparently. When you've got crocodile teeth no mother wants to breastfeed you.
When we were kids Mum always dropped us off to our aunt's before going to work. Our Aunt's a bit of a lay about and Mum was too embarrassed to send us to a real day care. It still hurts a bit to think about it so, you know, we try not to. She also used to dress us in clothes that covered as much of our skin as possible. We wore glasses-
-Fake glasses. Daddy made us wear fake glasses.
I was about to say that! Fake glasses, long hair, hoodies, beanies, jump suits: we had it all. We even had our own rumpus room full of toys so we wouldn't bother our parents. We ended up breaking most of them. We were a lot rougher than most kids. We were little monsters according to our father. I think he might have been joking but our mother took him seriously, especially when Drew ate -
- I chewed through a whole truck.
Why are you still bragging about that? That's not what I meant.
Did you ever chew through a truck?
No.
Then you wouldn't understand.
Our Mum decided to take us to the circus for our birthday. Dad was working but Mum took the day off especially for us. It was the best thing we'd ever seen. She took us to see the elephants and gave us fairy floss and let us chase the chickens in the petting zoo. I killed one but I swear it was an accident. All the other kids started crying but we didn't understand. We'd never had pets so we thought it was just like breaking a toy - or a red pen. Blood went everywhere. I don't like blood. Mum was so embarrassed and apologised to the farmer so many times. She ended up taking us home straight away. We were sent to bed with no supper but we didn't sleep. We could hear Mum and Dad shouting downstairs.
Mum and Dad shouted a lot after that. Dad wanted to keep us but Mum wanted to have us adopted. One time, when we were six, she even suggested drowning us. There was a loud bang and silence for a few moments after that. The next day Mum had a bruise on her face. She said there was another circus in town. We got all dressed up and excited. We couldn't sit still when we got in the car. Mum never said anything.
It took hours to get to the circus. We fell asleep against each other. When we got there it was well past midday. We each grabbed Mum's arms and ran with her to the Hall of Mirrors. It was amazing. We stood in front of them staring. We thought they were magic. We looked like all the other kids around us. Drew squealed with delight and we turned to tell our Mum.
She wasn't there.
Drewey? Are you okay.
Ya ha?
Nothing.I have the attitude｡｡｡
I, er, um...
Do you have stage fright, Drewey?
Na-ah.
Me and Drake are always active. We love wrestling and chasing one another around the carnival. It's even better when others join in. They don't always know they're about to either.
We love playing tricks on people.
Hey! It's my turn.
You butt in my story.
That's because you were telling it wrong.
Was not!
Were too!
You take that back!
You fight me!
I win. Now you have to let me tell talk to them.
Fine.
Drake is quieter than I am... but not much. I start most of the fights we have and he goes along with them. There was this one time we fought on stage and ended up knocking the highwire over. We stood there with our mouths open as it fell onto the crowd. Carlisle was furious but we ran and hid. We aren't allowed to perform on stage anymore so we welcome people to the circus. We're not allowed to touch the mirrors. They zap us if we even put a finger on them.
When we're welcoming people in we tend to get very close and personal. We'll climb on them, slap their bums or ask them really uncomfortable questions. With the pair of us looking up at them with eager eyes, it's hard for them to deny us. As soon as they answer we move on as though nothing happened. We see it as doing them a service. They're going to need thick skins to watch the performances, especially Samara's.
I don't like her.
She smells like pig's blood.
You're not supposed to say that.
Mister Hunt can't hear us here.
Oh... Drew wets the bed.
I DO NOT!
Do too.
ONE TIME! I'D HAD A SLUSHIE RACE WITH THAT GUY.
That's not my fault. OW OW OW! Stop biting me!
MO!
Children!
After the show we usually go straight to bed. We eat dinner while wandering around and finding lost people. We're ready to go to our car by the time everyone else is having dinner and getting drunk. Drake tells stories and I tuck us in. We think nothing of sleeping in the same bed. We never liked sleeping in separate beds when we were little.
Me and Drake are really uncomfortable about our deformity. I'm more uncomfortable about it than him. We have thick skin but we don't have "thick skin". We never go outside the mirrors because we're scared of what people will say. We haven't even told the others what we look like out there. What if they reject us? We're terrified of being rejected, ditched or ignored. Watch me do my act｡｡｡
We welcome people and take them through the maze of mirrors, but me and Drake have already said that. We also hold our hats out for "donations to our college fund". We're not going to college. We swap the money for favours. We don't tell anyone who we sell to and they don't dob on us. Carlisle probably knows but he lets it slide. He's really cool when you're not in trouble.
Can we tell them who we sell to? They can't tell anyone.
Nooo. I don't want to get a bad rep.
Me and Drake have really tough skin. We'll make awesome clowns when we're older but we really want to do slapstick. It's great to have a crowd laughing and applauding us knocking eachother around.^.^ Which is the evil twin? We're half-half. ^.^
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 11:53 pm
Felix Zimmerman ✦ Pyrotechnician and Special Effects Guy
ShadowintheDeep I have have the looks｡｡｡
I’m an average sized, red headed, guy with a high pain threshold and innumerable scrapes, scars and a missing pinky finger. I like wearing black jackets (so the chemical stains don’t show up) and don’t go anywhere without my silver lighter, I would feel naked without it. I have the credentials｡｡｡
My past is not tragic, nothing horrible or profound happened to me. What got me here was more like a series of events that landed me in this place: The Carnival of Mirrors. It all began when I was born, as it does for most people. I was raised by normal parents (normal for me at any rate), who named me after a cartoon cat or a Roman procurator with marital issues, take your pick. Our house was in the suburbs and was not a mansion, nor was it a shack but something in-between. I grew up happily and, for the most part, healthily for the majority of my 20 years.
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Everyone has their little quirks and mine is that I loved fire. My mother was a bath-and-candle lady and the house would always be scented in the musky smell of candle perfume. I remember sitting and playing with the flames when I was young, dribbling the candle wax on the floor, putting my fingers in the flame and then drawing them out quickly, trying to see how long I could hold them there. I would drown the flame so there was only a tiny blue winking light, and then feed the candle so it would become a smoking roar. It was like... magic.
It was little wonder that my parents decided to remove all the candles in the house but they couldn’t shelter me completely. When I went to preschool my parents took me to see fire works. I can’t remember what event it was for but my parents seemed surprised that I didn’t run away screaming “Noooo!” like most other kids my age did. Really they shouldn’t have been so surprised knowing my history with shiny things.
My first time seeing the fireworks light up the sky in thousands of flickering and sparkling colours it was almost surreal, it was like the fire works were echoing my heart beat, like they were expressing who I was. They were enchanting; I couldn’t take my eyes off them and I cried when they finished because I wanted them to continue forever. Oh the dreams of the children.
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So in high school I was a chemistry and drama nerd but for all that I still managed to fit in with the “cool” group. By then I had learnt how to make explosives and had a habit of burning my name into walls with aerosol and a lighter instead of the traditional spray painting. I was a typical delinquent and did the whole “smoking round the back of the gym building at lunchtime” deal. This didn’t work so much for me because I had a mild form of asthma. Smoking eventually lost its appeal for me after a particularly frightening experience involving an ambulance, a lot of people panicking and telling me to breathe, and being grounded for nearly half of my school career.
Near the end of college I had managed to burn down a total of four buildings (one garage and three sheds where I stored my explosives and chemicals), became a fairly good at lighting and special effects for various drama classes, groups, performances etc, and collected a sizable number of burns, cuts and a half blown off pinkie finger (on my right hand if you wanted to know).
Not much of this went undetected by my parents but nothing short of tying me up and locking me in a padded cell would stop my ever so slightly dangerous behaviours. Teenagers right? Try telling them what to do and they do the opposite.
As soon as I could, I left home and saw the world. Eventually I came back and mooched off my parents for a while but as time passed I started to feel like travelling again. I also needed money too and the only way I could get it legally was to get a job, so I did. The circus was in town so I joined up, much to the displeasure of my parents who thought I could do better, and stayed here ever since.
I have the attitude｡｡｡
I’m lazy, that much is clear. If there is an easier way to do things I’ll do it, and I only really seek things out if I’m interested in them. I try to cut corners a bit, which in my profession often ends up with unfortunate incidents and massive disfiguration. So far I’ve been pretty lucky, which is also the meaning of my name, in case you didn’t know.
I’m irresponsible. This has resulted in four buildings being burnt down to a smouldering mess. I just forget about things, I don’t put the lids on properly or I leave things lying about where they shouldn’t be. But for all this I’m still alive and I haven’t wounded anyone but myself and a boy named Jimmy Carter who was a complete a** anyway.
I’m dramatic. Hanging out with drama people does have its toll and as a consequence of my enthusiasm for stage shows and performances I have developed the habit of being a tad bit over dramatic. If I’m sad, I let everyone know, I can sulk for weeks if need be. When I’m happy it’s like the sun coming out, my smile is huge and I have no problems laughing at the smallest thing. Annoying me would be a very bad idea though. My sunny disposition can vanish at the drop of a hat. Like when I’m sad I can seriously hold a grudge and while I won’t be outright violent I’ll be plotting your eventual but inevitable humiliation and demise. I also have a rather effective “death glare” so if you see it on my face BEWARE.
Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Mostly I’m a back stage man and support and improve other performers’ acts. On the side I have my own act which consists of fireworks, explosives, flames etc. It’s an outside show, before you get worried that I’ll burn the tents down. Other than that I do a bit of fire twirling just for fun but it usually attracts a crowd so I leave an upturned hat nearby just in case.
I. LIKE. TO. BURN. THINGS. How is this not clear by now?
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 5:10 am
Benjamin "Cookie" Cullington ✦ Mime
IIx AcidicAddiction xII I have have the looks｡｡｡
I have all sorts of outfits that I wear depending on what I plan on doing for the day. I also have a scar running along the bottom of my left eye and a sparrow tattoo on the right of my chest.I have the credentials｡｡｡
I was brought into this world like most people, with two parents that loved me. No, they weren’t abusive, they didn’t split up, they didn’t die, they weren’t criminals, they weren’t rich, and they weren’t famous. They were just average parents. None of that teenage movie crap that we have forced down our throats these days. My father was an artist and my mother was a chef, both creative and had their own passions. The problem in my life was me.
I was brought into this world with a disability, with a physical problem. I had an issue with my vocal chords. During my time in my mother’s tummy, my vocal chords hadn’t developed fully. As a result, they were frail and too weak to speak without straining them. Eventually, due to my first years of life not knowing this, I had stressed his vocal chords too much and therefore damaged them beyond proper repair. Meaning I can’t talk at all. This did, however, make some forms of hobbies more appealing to me; those that allow me to express myself.
I grew up with a flourishing imagination, so I took up activities including many forms of art and writing. One that I most enjoyed, however, was miming. There, I could take my childish expressions and tastes to a new height. I was not to speak, which I obviously excelled in, and had to be creative in what I was doing. I pretended to be statues, I used invisible props, I did comedy, I did drama, and I even did pranks. I loved every bit of it. The reason I was so good at it was because I was special. And I don’t mean “disabled” special. I mean I had a special talent.
I can conjure things up just from my imagination. Like, really. I can create anything from a whim. Sure, I could’ve used that to be a magician, or an illusionist of sorts. But for a mime to conjure solid, yet invisible, props is something quite spectacular. Just imagine, I can create a bucket of water out of thin air and soak somebody. That’d be cool. But if I create an INVISIBLE bucket of water, throw it at somebody and suddenly they become soaked out of nowhere, then that is pretty incredible.
So I used these talents to my desires, yet kept it secretive. I used props to look like an average mime so I could practice it. Not even my parents knew what I could really do. Then something even more exciting happened; a special circus came to town when I was around about sixteen. My parents took me to see it so I could witness real talent in action. All the acts were incredible. So I decided I wanted to show off my abilities to one of the performers, who were quite impressed with what I was doing. They took me to the ringleader and got me to show him the same thing.
Now, when I say that I left my family to go join a circus, I don’t mean it was tragic or that I did it out of spite. The ringleader simply approached my parents and explained to them about my talents, stating that he would like me to travel with them and perform for audiences and help bring joy to the world. They took it really well, actually. I promised to write to them and such, and they sent me on my way to travel the world with the roaming circus.
Going on nearly three years now, I haven’t ever doubted my decision to leave. I love it here. I don’t have to keep my powers a secret, and I’ve made strong friendships with people who can understand what it’s like to have talents like mine. It’s like I became a part of a new family that day that my parents said goodbye.I have the attitude｡｡｡
Let’s see… I’m a very cheerful person, however very childish. If I become upset it’s very noticeable. Mainly because the way I express it is through facial and body expressions. I’ve become accustom to my disability and found that walking around with a little blackboard and chalk stashed in a pouch attached to a belt is the easiest form of communication with others. Some find it quite odd and also lingering during a conversation. I can also whisper since it doesn’t require the movement of my larynx or vocal chords, however unless everything is quiet I won’t be heard.
I love kids things; Toys, games, and pranks; All sorts of stuff that others my age would find pretty strange. It allows me to escape time and age, and to relive what I missed out on while I grew up practicing art. I still do art, actually. It’s great. I like to cook, as well. It sort of brings me closer to my mother. In fact, my tent is filled with items and utensils that I conjured up so that I can do anything that my heart desires.
I also tend to do things without question. Some find it a bit unnerving that I can be doing dangerous without even thinking about it and still remain unconcerned if I am injured.
That’s pretty much it about me.Watch me do my act｡｡｡
Like I explained before, I have the ability to conjure up things simply out of imagination, although I am restricted to creating life sized things and things that are physically possible. So I cannot create mythical creatures etc. I do have an act, although due to the nature of it being mime I only bother performing in ‘Sideshow Street’.“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” – Dr. Seuss
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