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FULL NAME: Klaus William Diederich

NICKNAME: The Fire-Breather

AGE: Nineteen

GENDER: Male

RACE: Klaus is a demon, although in the sub category of an incubus, a creature of lust and promiscuity and are prone to the more scandalous acts with human beings and afterwards devouring their body and soul. The perk about his species is that his jaw unhinges like a snake's, so that he can "fully envelope" his victims. Unlike a snake though, he has has long, sharp teeth in order to tear the flesh from the victims' bodies as he devours them. Once in that form, his eyes turn completely black and typically, he discharges a "black ooze" from his mouth, like saliva, but that is only his blood. His fingers also extend into sharp, knife-like claws and long black wings protrude from his back. Most of the time Klaus prevents this from happening to avoid attention. Other than that, his strength is heightened, as well as his regeneration rate.

PERSONALITY: Klaus is a bit of a smart alec, a sarcastic twat and a general mouth-piece. He is good with words and can easily get you out of your clothes if interested. His mouth does tend to run away with him, earning him fervid glares and sympathetic head shakes. Instead of employing tact and diplomacy, he speaks his mind, and to hell with the consequences. He's the kind of guy whose got a whipfire personality, and a temperament that’s as equally explosive, but he can be relatively quiet when he wants to be, choosing only to speak when the opportunity arises for him to insult someone or to make some witty, sarcastic or derisive remark. Now, he can be pretty pleasant but that wouldn't be fun and he isn't necessarily the nicest guy, anymore. Klaus doesn’t comply very well with orders or authority, depending on their outcome. If something can be gained from it, then he will take anyone’s advice, but only if it is a conclusion that can benefit him. Gaining things, whether it be good company or something more sinister, has become an obsession to mask his loneliness. This makes him pretty unaccommodating. He isn’t likely to get himself caught up in something that doesn’t concern him, and if his poor attempts to help are thrown back in his face, he will simply walk away. He is quick-tempered, and quick to act on top of it. If he thinks you’re wrong, he will say so. There are not many people he would refer to as ‘friends’, it'd be an awful stretch as far as he’s concerned. He is devastatingly dishonest to everyone he meets, unless he finds reason to tether some truth; but typically, the fibs keep people from prodding their fingers into his metaphorical pie.

APPEARANCE: Imagine the white, cold and polished exterior to the walls of a hospital room, or marble slate, or even porcelain or all of the metaphors you can imagine for ghostly, ghastly and fish-white. Don't get me wrong, he is still apt to make his slaves powder his entire body so that he doesn't look like he's disintegrating, but he wishes that he could hold a healthy, glowing hue naturally. Fortunately, the suns rays makes his skin look warm and bright, giving off a warm glow. Klaus is as slender as a reed and slightly underweight. Looking at him, you might've come up with descriptive words such as: spindle-shanks, bag of bones, skeletal, scarecrow and lolly-legs. Now, let's get this straight. He's not the epitome or poster boy for health because he's not a large eater, nor is he particularly fond of supplying himself with alternatives when he falls short of fleshy victims. He has long built arms, an acceptable pair of legs that don't quite pass as chicken like, and rattling ribs, as well as a defined abdomen due to his poor diet. It may not look of it entirely, but he has incredible strength. Klaus' eyes are inky-red; shimmering crimson. Almost blood-colored, depending on the lighting. They could be considered calculating given the right expression. When they fixate themselves on something, they give off the ominous feeling that you're being studied, analyzed in just about every manner even when you're not. You're probably just imagining it. Unless you're talking about the eerie feeling you get when he's looking at your derriere as you swagger away, with that pleased smile on your face, convinced you've bested his lidded gaze. Now, Klaus prefers to keep his eyes some-what half-open for whatever reason. Either it's too bright outside or he's lazy who prefers squinting; or maybe, it's just the exotic, almond shape. Who knows. Lastly, short tresses of obsidian tumble in careless manner, choppy locks that might have been cut by Klaus himself. You see, he doesn't really like hairdressers or barbers, so he's cultivated an appreciative art to cutting his own hair, and helping his fellow performers with their own haircuts; he really doesn't mind doing it. For some reason, despite being born with straight hair, the ends of his locks twist into elegant twirls when wet; particularly around the base of his neck and around his ears. It's not unusual to see him combing his fingers through it, or fish out a fine-toothed comb to brush his bangs back. Now, his bangs are a little less intricate, falling in choppy lines to obscure his blood-colored eyes beneath. Eyebrows of the same colouration as his hair are thin and sculpted, curving and fading out above long, thick eyelashes. Sometimes, he spikes his hair up into a smooth faux when not in a lazy mood.

OTHER: Yes, he is German, and is quite fluent in his home-language, which gives him a slight accent when speaking English.

Oh, and yes you may use italics for thinking. Go right ahead.

Finished editing my form.

Accepted, you may start posting. c:

FULL NAME: Lucinda Diana Carlton

NICKNAME: the contortionist

AGE: Nineteen

GENDER: female

RACE: Lucinda is an animal shapeshifter, although this term does not necessarily mean she can only transform into animals. She can do that, yes, but her abilities run a lot deeper and are a lot more complex than just being able to change into a cat or whatever at will. Lucinda can 'apply' the animal characteristics to her own body, giving it rather unique abilities that definitely do not seem human. It's what forms the base of her contortionist act, actually - take on the characteristics of a snake and she becomes a lot more flexible and twisty. Become an owl and she can twist her head around 180 degrees. And of course, this ability provides amusement possibilities too - Lucinda rather enjoys scaring people by growling at them or similar.

PERSONALITY: They say girls just wanna have fun. Well, that certainly applies to Lucinda, althoguh possibly not in the way that a certain song was talking about. Whereas most girls her age would probably find amusement by glamming up and going out for the night (and quite possibly the morning too), Lucinda prefers to derive amusement from hurting people. Although she wouldn't say no to the alcohol. It's your typical bully mindset, basically, although Lucinda prefers to do her dirty work with a little touch of class rather than just roughly pushing someone over. She can take on the strength of any animal she chooses at any time; why should she exert herself? Also, carrying out acts like terrorising victims with hardly any effort makes her seem more intimidating, in her opinion. Lucinda can get rather big headed, and occasionally acts a little over the top in day to day life if she honestly feels she is the best person in the room - which, safe to say, is a lot. She will not take rubbish from anyone or anything. Put even a toe out of line - critisizing her, taking a particular victim (or 'toy') away from her, even just annoying her a little bit - and she will not hesitate to put you in your place. All of this makes Lucinda seem like a harsh woman, and don't get me wrong, she is, but only to people she deems 'worthy' of recieving it. She can get on well with the other acts residing with the circus - Lucinda may not be the most likeable person in the world, at least maybe not to people completely different to her, but her sharp sense of sarcasm and slightly twisted sense of humour usually means she can get along with the others.

APPEARANCE: The first thing you'll notice about Lucinda is her hair. It's a glossy red colour that naturally falls curly around her shoulders? It's the main feature of her appearance she takes pride in and tries to keep the same. Expect her to try and skip out of the tent as soon as it's set up again to locate the best place to sort it out. Her eyes are a dark green colour, and she likes to make them seem larger than they actually are with a heap of make up such as eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow... You name it, Lucinda will probably have it stashed away somewhere. Her figure is tall and willowy, which makes it all the more strange and stunning when those slender, almost stick like arms somehow manage to hold her whole body up as she twists her legs around her neck. Lucinda does take a lot of pride in how she looks, especially for the performances - after all, she truly believes that she's one of the prettiest looking people in this deformed place - if not the prettiest - so why shouldn't she flaunt it?

OTHER: Very English, and has the rather posh accent to go with that fact. And in case you hadn't guessed, she doesn't want the 'victims' for food - just amusement, whatever that may be to her.

Accepted.

Whoop ^_^ I'll try and get a reply up tonight, but I can't make any promises... ._.

Glad I can role-play with you again Liz. ^_^

FULL NAME: Kaiser Lawrence Romily

NICKNAME: The Fan

AGE: 16

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human, just a normal misunderstood teenage boy.

PERSONALITY: Here's the thing, folks. Kai is naturally a pretty carefree guy considering what nasty cards life's dealt him. The best adjective to describe him is: compassionate. If you weren't so sure that the beating appendage wasn't situated behind his ribcage, you'd think that it was thrumming outside his chest; loud and clear, loud and clear. Now, this is one of his biggest flaws. Everyone knows that if you wear your heart pinned to your shirt, you're bound to get hurt. You're bound to be throttled by some careless person just looking for someone to vent their anger on. Kai is that guy. A past sullied with bullies and harsh, hurtful words has created an incredibly quiet person, and while he's not completely awkward in other people’s company, he tends to be more of a listener than a speaker himself. This silence can be deceiving into making people think that he is weak or stupid, since he never boasts or brags. He's modest, and never tries to show off; because really, what's the point? If asked, he'll say how he considers himself competent and acts humble when praised. Kai is a shy, sensitive young boy, who has a lot more to say than what most people think.

APPEARANCE: Kai

OTHER: Kai has been a fan of circus' since he was a young child. When one comes into town, he is the first one to buy tickets.

Glad to have you back, man. Accepted. c:

Is this RP still open? o3o 'causeI'dtoteslovetojoin

Sure, go right ahead. I've just been busy and haven't replied is all.

FULL NAME: Giselle Marie D'Avignon

NICKNAME: The Blind Songstress

AGE: 19

GENDER: Female

RACE: Giselle is a Siren, one of the creatures from ancient Greek/Roman mythology. Sirens are half bird, half women, who sing beautiful songs and lure sailors to their deaths. However, unlike the other sirens, Giselle lost her wings due to a science experiment gone wrong, as well as her eyesight. Due to the experiment, unlike other sirens, she now must feed on the human flesh of the victims of her song. Sirens are also depicted as beings who can see the past, the present, and the future. She uses her voice to create images and strange effects in the air, as well as being able to change her voice and throw it at will. Outside of the show, however, she uses her voice to lure men into her tent, so she can devour them.

PERSONALITY: Giselle is a very polite young woman, who puts etiquette before her other personality traits. She is also very wise, and extremely cunning. She knows how to use her feminine wiles to her advantage, a trait she has honed to lure in the humans necessary to keep her alive. She is usually very reserved though, and really only speaks to the other cast members of the circus. She takes on a somewhat motherly role towards them, even though she cannot really see them well. (Which will be explained in a bit). She is charming and elegant, characteristics she has from being born and raised in France. She also studied music extensively, so she is considered one of the masters of singing. However, after losing her sight and being shunned when the public found out that she wasn't normal, her professional stage career came to an end, and she was so desperate to perform and to stay alive that she wound up at the circus here. She also likes order, courtesy, and high culture.

APPEARANCE: Giselle is very fair, due to the fact that she does not leave her tent or the circus tent very often, except at night. She is about medium height, 5'5" or so, and is curvy in the way that renaissance paintings portray women: small, but curvy in the right places. Her hair is very long and curls loosely, and is a very dark shade of brown, with shine and bounce. She usually wears very fancy attire, consisting of mostly dresses and gowns from high couture fashion designers. Her most interesting features are her eyes, which are a very pale shade of blue, bordering white. The ring around the iris, however, is navy blue, making her eyes look unrealistic and, in a way, terrifying. Her face is beautiful, but in a very odd way, with her large eyes and full, red lips. She cannot see very well at all, because these are not the eyes she was born with. In the botched surgery, they removed her real eyes and replaced them with the practically blind ones. Therefore, she can just barely see anything at all. As such, she has a maid who helps her to get ready every morning, every show, and before she goes to bed.

OTHER: There's not much to say outside of that, really. She thinks of herself as a professional and an artist, not a circus freak.

FULL NAME: Cain Lucille Swenson

NICKNAME: The Illusionist

AGE: Nineteen

GENDER: Male

RACE: Cain once was human. It would be a far stretch to call him that now, though. From one to another, he's been traded for money or some other material good(s) and then experimented upon until he grew into something that our language has no word for. However, during the experiments on his body he gained the ability to manipulate light, or, rather, the lack of light, the darkness. By manipulating this, he can control how much light exists in a spot, how well it reflects off of a surface, things as such, and therefore, he can create illusions, vivid illusions that you would swear were real.

PERSONALITY: Cain is a very quiet and soft spoken child, speaking only when absolutely necessary. This is due to his parents who would often punish him for whatever reason they could find, twisting his words greatly in order to come up with some sort of reason to shove their experimental drugs down his throat. His parents never wanted him, you see, but were forced to keep him, so they made him regret his very existence by abusing him to the point of near silence. People struggle in just getting his name out of him and he actually has a tendency to text or email replies to whoever he is speaking to via his cellphone. Because of the few words that leave his throat, his voice is soft and relatively raspy from misuse. He seems almost unable to speak at a normal volume, let alone anything above that. Even after his parents passed him on to another couple of scientists and then they passed him onto another and then another, he never grew the confidence to speak. In fact, he lost it more and more as time passed, worried that he would say something wrong, that he would invoke their wrath upon him. He did gain some traits, though, along with confidence in certain areas as time passed. He grew confident in his ability to read the emotions of others and his knowledge of himself. He knew himself more than anyone else did, which wasn't that surprising because he never stayed with someone for more than a few years. He knew of his masochism and he knew exactly where he enjoyed being hurt and exactly where he did not, he knew what sort of pains would bring him to his knees, his head pressed into the dirt in absolute submission, and what sort of pains would have him screaming out in agony instead of pleasure. However, these bits of information are his and his alone, something he absolutely refuses to share with anyone. Like his eyes, he has a tendency to hide two other features he has, the black feathers on his wrists and ankles (he used to pluck them out but now he simply covers them by wearing long-sleeved shirts and long pants) and a pair of somewhat deformed black wings that sit at his shoulder blades. He is generally much more concerned about keeping his wings hidden and he does so by, through a painful process, forcing them inside his body, but his ribcage prevents them from being pulled so far into his body that no trace of their existence shows on his back. That being said, he has two ridges on his back that run about parallel to his spine and span from the top of his shoulder blades to just past their bottom.

 

Cain suffers from schizophrenia. His main delusion is a male named Asani who is a tall, slender man who apparently has messy black wavy locks that shield his eyes from view, not that it matters because he apparently is blind, and walks around nude. This "voice" as some people will call it, ignoring the visual aspect of Cain's delusion, often tells him that there are "bodies in the walls" among other things. This delusion of his is about the only "person" he trusts, partially due to the little things Asani whispers to him as he talks to others. "He's lying", "No, no, that's not right, he's totally cheating on him/her", "He's using you, sweetie", things as such. Due to this, it can be very difficult to get to believe anything you say.

APPEARANCE: Cain has an appearance that makes others view him a frail, as though he might shatter to pieces like fine china were you to allow him to slip from your delicate grip. He possesses a gentle cream coloured flesh. He had been born with light coloured skin to begin with, but much of his life had been spent indoors beneath fluorescent lights, leading his skin to pale further. However, it has darkened since his escape from the life of a lab rat, so while his skin is cream coloured, he by no means looks sickly. In terms of his weight, though, he might very well look as such. Growing up, he'd been denied a proper amount of food for the most part (he was but a lab rat and rats only needed to be fed enough to stay alive) and he never developed a proper eating habit after his escape. This mostly likely is due to his stomach having shrunk quite a generous amount. Considering his small stature, though, he's at a relatively healthy weight for now, however he's been having a great difficulty maintaining his weight and has begun to force himself to eat in order to, at the very least, maintain his weight. This contributes considerably to his frail appearance since, after all, what too-thin child doesn't look a bit fragile? His always averted eyes doesn't help this air he emits, though. Round like a child's (or so he's been told) and a soft wisteria colour, not many people actually see his eyes due to how Cain constantly keeps them turned to the the ground. This is a fear driven response of his. It's not a fear of people, though, it's a fear of doing something wrong and being beaten for it or suffering under some other sort of punishment, such as the denial of food for a period of time, (solitary) confinement, etc.

 

Moving away from his obvious physical features, Cain stands very tense. It's always as though he is prepared to flee from you, to dash and hide between someone's legs like a scared pup or kitten. However, he rarely ever ends up fleeing from anyone since there usually is no need for him to do as such. The tension he keeps in his body, though, leads him to jump a lot in surprise.

OTHER: Cain is a semi-closeted homosexual. He accepts the fact that he's gay, but he won't go talking about it unless you straight-up ask him if he's gay or something like that. Also, because of his lack of oral words, he has a tendency to communicate either through text/email or by writing his end of the conversation on a piece of paper and showing it to you. Somehow, he is much more comfortable communicating this way. Maybe because he thinks more about his words?

 

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Double post It's the middle of the day I believe, everyone was leaving their trailers.

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