The Freaks [Cirque Des Merveilles Profiles]

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Hehe. Well, well, my pretties. Better put on a good show tonight or else.

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Full name: Vincent William Blackhart
Nickname(s): Vin, Vinny, V, Will, Willy, Black
Alias(es): The Cannibal
Theme Song: Don't Fear The Reaper
Role: The Cannibal

Physical

Age: Twenty-four
DOB: November Twenty-fifth
Sex: Male
Race: Human Cannibal
Eye color: Pale Blue
Hair color: Blue and Black
Hair length: Chin length
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 152 lbs
Tattoos: Roses on the right side of the torso, Star on left hip, and Twin bird tramp stamp
Piercings: Corset (Back), Diamond naval stud, and barbell piercing on right n****e.
Scars: Large scar across the abdomen.
Other noticeable traits: Heart-shaped birthmark on the left side of his a**.

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Hobbies: Bone carvings, drawing, and chasing around animals without reason.
Likes: Human flesh, the occasional caramel apple, games, and spiders
Dislikes: Bright lights, being awoken from naps, eating for people's amusement.
Fears: Hooks, guns, needles, the Ring Master.
Personality: Sweet, inquisitive, childish, loyal and so on.

Capacities

Skills: Doesn't really have any other than drawing and carving things into bone.
Supernatural abilities: None.
Alternate forms: None.

Story

Many wonder how Vincent's taste for human flesh came about, and truth is, it all started when Vincent was five. His parents were abusive people who favored neglecting the child. More times than not they'd lock him up in the closet for weeks at a time, slipping him food and water whenever they remembered, which was very rare. The boy had been locked up for about a few month, he had grown thin and desperate for food, so he resorted to eatting his own tongue and even his eye just so he would not starve. The boy found the taste to be wonderful and most delighting. He was let out a week later, his parents surprised at what he had done to himself, but they gave him a beating he would not forget and then left him to his own devices.

A few nights later, the boy slaughtered both his parents and for the next few months he feasted on their flesh, having cut them up and stuck them in a make-shift 'freezer'. The family had not been social, both parents having been unemployed, so no one knew for a great deal of time.

Vincent lived like this for some time, until his supply of food ran out. He eventually ended up sneaking off to graveyards or breaking into the local morgue and enjoying himself a midnight meal. By the time he was fourteen, he finally was caught by a mortician who tried to catch the boy, but he got away. He never went home that night.

A couple weeks passed by, the boy managing to survive on his own before he found himself at a circus sitting deep within the woods. He stepped foot into the place and watched with interest as many strange beings were revealed and shown to the audience who laughed or gasped in fear. Yet, the boy thought he found a place were he would be accepted. A place to call home.

When the show had come to an end, he approached the Ring Master and told the man, through writing, who he was, and where he had come from. This intrigued the Ring Master, seeing as their last cannibal had died off some time ago. From that point on, Vincent has lived with those who are beneath the Ring Master, a man whom they all fear.

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Full name: Iven Revonge
Nickname(s): "Vergil", insane, blondey, Russian
Alias(es): The Ringmaster
Theme Song: "Fences", Paramore

Physical

Age: 24
DOB: April 1st
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Eye color: Blue-ish green
Hair color: blonde
Hair length: mediem/short
Height: 6'0
Weight: 150
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ears
Scars: cross scars on his left shoulder down to his elbo, not afraid to show them
Other noticeable traits: A frecle behind his ear, also his tongue shaped like a snakes

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: N/A
Hobbies: Reading, scetching, doing face paint before shows and putting different color flowers and/or feathers in his top hat
Likes: Meat, roses, performing, messing with peoples minds
Dislikes: Rude people, 'evil', his second personality
Fears: Being locked back up in an asylm, going insane
Personality: Mysterious, not knowing what he's thinking, happy-go lucky, and at times moody

Capacities

Skills: Sword play?
Weapons: Axe, gun, and sword
Supernatural abilities: N/A
Alternate forms: (Not sure if this counts but..) Eyes turn dark teal when "Vergil" takes over

Story:
At a young age Iven always thought he was a normal kid. Till he heard blood curdling voices inside his head telling him to kill. He's always been one to be kind and yet jumpy. When he was 12 he ran away from the asylm he was in, because the voice told him to. Being schizophrenic and bipoler isn't very easy at all. But he's always managed. When he became the right age, Iven took the spot as a Ring Master, happily taking it over at the age of 16. And being highly religous Iven doesn't stand for "Sinners". For whatver sin he has done is shown by his tongue and all the crosses on his left arm. Since we was previously left handed most of the scars are from using his left hand. Now he uses his left hand.
And since he loves toying with others minds he enjoys putting flowers and/or feathers in his lovely blak tophat. He does so to show his emotions. But he has to find the right feather in order to creat emotion in his hat. But he is happy to do what he can for others. Being the odd ball and kind person he is at the age of 24... But his dark side his still a mystery.. That he wishes that will never be unfolded.

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The Owner

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Full name: Shivou Decque Valie
Nickname(s): Shi
Alias(es): The mutant
Theme Song:Circus Monster

Physical

Age: 21
DOB: Aug, 20
Sex: Male
Race: Mutant
Eye color: green
Hair color: black
Hair length: short
Height: 6'2
Weight: 160
Built: small frame, body toned evenly.
Tattoos: spine tattoo seen in the picture.
Piercings: Belly button stud diamond. Diamond studs earrings.
Scars: none
Other noticeable traits: beauty mark on left side under his eye. Has a flesh tail with a stinger in the end and has pointy ears.(though the picture dose not show but you can picture him with it lol) Dose not have eyebrows hair so is fleshy.

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: pensexual
Hobbies: sewing, singing, and writing.
Likes: watermellen, mangos, his tail. and birds.
Dislikes: hates the people who watches him, rice, cotten cady, meat.
Fears: being left alone and being locked up.
Personality: quiet mild, gentle, Sympathetic

Capacities

Skills: agility
Weapons: umm i put his stinger.
Supernatural abilities: regeneration
indestructible ((other words means if he fall off a building and falls down he just get up and pop back his bones and also can bend and twist his bones in many ways and never break.))
voice manipulation ((tone and sound of his voice can give a person a feel or mood example: joy, fear, saddness and list can go on))
Alternate forms: none

Story

I remember being told I was born different while growing up. My parents never sent me to any schools or allowed my go outside. I would look out the window wonder why I was not allowed to see what is out there. I was young and the only thing I could do was listen to my parents. Years went by the solitude was starting to creep up to me. My heart became heavy and painful. I also became fearful was a left behind to die? I hardly see anyone let alone my parents. Why am I always trapped between these four walls. This is my cell I have not place to go. I am stuck I am just am. I have no where to belong to do I. The teen years of course I became quite rebellious. I finally got fed up being locked up in the room so what did I do. I broke the door down that what I did. Years of isolation can do a lot to a person. Your mind get messed up that’s right messed up in the head. I smashed the door down with anything tat was in the room. I ran out the door then I jumped out the closest window. When I jumped out I felt nothing no pain. It was from a very high place and yet the only thing I remember is falling in a wrong way. Then getting up and feel as my joints just went back in place. Well no question about it I was not normal maybe that why I was locked up. I ran and ran and never looked back I did not wanted to be locked up in a room again no. I don’t want to be alone again no anything then that I don’t want to be alone. I hate the feeling I hate just being thing being nothing but a pile of meat in a room I don’t want that. No please not again I don’t want that anymore.

I ran so much I became tired I leaned on a tree I could not think of anything I was too tired to think I really was. I brought my tail close to my face and played with it. I know there a sectarian parts of the tail that is touch sends pleasure up my spine and I love that feeling if feels great. I kissed my tail and gave a soft purring from the deepness of myself then I heard a music. I blinked and wondered what that was. I stood up to see what it was. What is this is the circus oh there so many different people here. I walked into the area I blinked. These people are abnormal too. I found myself I bumped into the owner. My green eyes widen shaking in fear what if he locks me up too. The male only laughed and put his arms around me and told me that this is a place where you can be free what you want to be who you are. I was not sure what his intentions are but I called this place my new home now.

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xxxOceandreamxxx

Full name: Snow White
Nickname(s): Snow, Yuki, Shiro <- salt... don't ask why
Alias(es): The Evil Fairy
Theme Song: Servant of Evil
Role: The Evil Fairy

Physical

Age: Twenty-two
DOB: June Thirteen
Sex: Female
Race: Fairy
Eye color: Black Pink
Hair color: Blue and Purple
Hair length: Chin length
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 102 lbs
Tattoos:
rose tattoo on her abdomen
Scars:none.
Other noticeable traits:A bitten scar on her right side neck for cursing someone...

Psychological

Sexual Orientation:bi-sexual
Hobbies: singing, reading and making wonderful teas and snack to share.
Likes: getting chased for 4 hours and ends up clinging to a tree for safe reason...
Dislikes:Getting chased for her bad curse
Fears:Vincent
Personality: Sweet, loyal, kind and very clumsy.

Capacities

Skills: Does good and bad spells to those who a worth it.
Supernatural abilities: Able to read minds.
Alternate forms: Half Angel

Story

Snow White is the daughter of a very good fairy, her mother wished for a daughter who was cute, sweet and very much gifted with every magic that a fairy could hold... sadly her mother died later after giving birth to her.
Which made her father remarry a evil fairy who disliked her, because the new queen was a evil fairy and she disliked her so much she tried to get her killed and sent a hunter after her...

She was lucky enough to escape the murder and ran fair away from her stepmother, but sadly her stepmother was able to track her down due to the magic mirror... of course her stepmother was later punished after trying to poison her with a apple that was poisoned.
Snow has a very bad habit trying new spell on Vincent and at the same time he tends to scare the tight out of her... so she gets very annoyed and would curse him... but each curse does go back fire.... and we don't know how she does it.

Snow is a very sweet good fairy most of the time, but when the full-moon appears she is a different person where she barely talk about the good things in life and would tend to that the offer from others if she has a chance.

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xxxCandy Kongxxx

Full name: Grenier D'Artagnan
Nickname(s): Gren
Alias(es): None
Theme Song: Matryoshka by Zebra
Role: Homicidal Acrobat

Physical

Age: Appears to be thirteen, but his age is questionable
DOB: undisclosed
Sex: Male
Race: Succubus
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Blonde
Hair length: Short, almost chin length
Height: 4'2
Weight: 84 lbs
Tattoos: Two diamonds under his right eye
Piercings: One piercing on his right eyebrow
Scars: Many whip marks along his back along with a brand mark
Other noticeable traits: None

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Hobbies: Wrapping things in plastic wrap or tin foil for no reason, making abstract scribbles, and collecting cats.
Likes: Writing, dancing, sex and being hit.
Dislikes: Being alone and being laughed at.
Fears: Open spaces and masks.
Personality: Timid yet murderous, empathetic but souless. His personality is always shifting; he is just that neurotic.

Capacities

Skills: Agility and aerobics
Supernatural abilities: None
Alternate forms: None

Story

His story is amoung the many mysterys of the young boy, along with his true age and where he had previously called 'home'. He is very unopen about it, and also because no one asked, no one knows.

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xxxWriters Addictionxxx

Awla

Full name: Awla Pen
Nickname(s): La
Alias(es): The Invisible Woman
Theme Song: None
Role: None

Physical

Age: 16
DOB: (Date of Birth) August 15, 1879
Sex: Female
Race: Human/Elf
Eye color: Neon Purple
Hair color: Blonde
Hair length: Short
Height: 5'3
Weight: 100
Tattoos: An ankle tat, with her parents name around it.
Piercings: None
Scars: None
Other noticeable traits: She seems to disapear under major stress.

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hobbies: Painting
Likes: Wandering the forest.
Dislikes: Ignorant people
Fears: Her power
Personality: She is very shy, and disapears under times of stress. She hopes for romance, but believes her power might make that impossible.

Capacities

Skills: Invisiblity
Supernatural abilities: None
Alternate forms: None

Story

Awla was born in the French country side to an Elf named Gunther and a beautiful woman named Elizabeth. They noticed her ability as soon as she was born. Once she came out, she turned invisible, but her crying was still heard. Her father immediatley realized what she had, being as his father had the same power. Gunther cared for her like nothing else, and Elizabeth became distant, thinking her daughter had issues. When her father died of the Spanish Influenza, she packed a nap sack and left her mother (who recently died of old age). She came across the Carnival at the age of 10 and has been preforming her incredible invisiblity act for the audience. She wishes to find romance, but will her power make it impossible?

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xxxM y s t e r ii G h o s txxx

Full name: Lucilla Giovannyl
Nickname(s): Lucille(she only allows SOME people to address her by this name), Rettah, Female Mad Hatter.
Alias(es): Rettah Dam.
Theme Song: Eau de Vie or Harsh - Eyes Set to Kill
Role: Dancer/Ballerina.

Physical

Age: Fifteen
DOB: October Thirty-First
Sex: Female
Race: Half Human - Half Witch
Eye color: A Shadowy Black. Though it sometimes shifts to a very Deep Red.
Hair color: Ashy Black.
Hair length: A Couple Inches Above Shoulders.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 96 lbs
Tattoos: The word 'rettaH' on her Right Arm, and 'daM' on her Left Arm.
Piercings: A Tongue Piercing, 6 Piercings on her Left ear, and Two on her Left ear.
Scars: An 'X' on her Chest.
Other noticeable traits:

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hobbies: Dancing(obviously), Wandering off into a Sea of Thoughts, Sleeping A LOT, Eating, Stalking Others from Afar, and Drawing....
Likes: Dancing(again, obviously), Watching Other People's Quarrels become Huge Messes, Mind-fudging Puzzles, Winning, Being Complimented, Getting her Sleep, and Eating Delicious Food.
Dislikes: Not being allowed to Dance(I think we get the point...), Boring People, Uninteresting Situations, Movies in Black and White, Spicy Food, Extremely Hot Days, and Getting Lost.
Fears: Not Being Seen(and Appreciated) by Others, Getting Lost and Never Being Found, and Closed Spaces.
Personality: Mysterious, Extremely Secretive, Mature, Intelligent, Reserved, Curious, Easily Distracted, Easily Bored, Very Boring herself, Impatient, Confident, Clever, Sly, Daring, Determined, Rebellious, and very Careless.

Capacities

Skills: Dancing(Haven't we already gone over this?), Boring people to Death, and Figuring out Problems usually, if not always faster than others.
Supernatural abilities: Space Manipulation and Time Control.
Alternate forms: The Image up there.. is her Appearance when Performing.
When not on stage, she usually looks like this. cLiCk

Story

Rettah was raised by her father, a seemingly wise and intelligent man. He cared for her you might think, but that is of course, not even close to the way he felt about her. Instead, he dreaded seeing the very face of her. She was often beat by him for no particular reason and verbally abused until she had no courage left within herself. Her life simply continued on in this fashion... and she never once complained.

"What happened to her mother?" you might ask. Well, she abandoned Rettah right after dumping her onto the man that now hates her to the very gut. He accepted the child with little to no hesitation but the way he looked at her hinted it all. His fiery hate for the women had all transferred down to Rettah. There was absolutely no doubt.

It was soon that Rettah discovered something that did not just shock herself, but her father as well. Her mother was a pure-bred witch. One with a famous title among the people of witchcraft. She begun to grow deeply in love with the idea of casting spells and creating potions. Her father of course, despised the idea to the very core. All to the point where he locked her away in a cellar, leaving her there and never once returning. That only encouraged her. Even if she was now trapped in a very small area with almost nothing to do, she still did not stop what she had started before: calling to her witch-ling powers. That suddenly did the trick. She discovered that the matters of space was something she could control. It was a very strong and dangerous element; one that could lead to immediate death. That though, was something she was very weak with. The most she could do with that was suffocate someone. Her powers were very limited, and she couldn't do much about it.

She found dancing to be something that aided her from this horrid life. It came to her surprise that she was dangerously talented at it as well. Every day, every minute, she would dance away to whatever sound that greeted her. She never once pitied herself even if her life was in shambles. Nothing could possibly stop this icy heart of hers. She was unbreakable.

Soon... she became aware of something that didn't seem to worry before. It began to gnaw at her with nervousness. She needed to eat and drink. It was only now that she realized she was probably going to die from starvation and rot within this very cellar. She panicked, slowly turning insane as more days passed. She started to scream her loudest until her throat closed up in protest while banging against the door in plea for help or rescue. No one ever came.. no one seemed to care. She was alone, left there to die by her uncaring father. Tears would constantly threaten her as she began to grow more and more weak, beginning to fade into the cold ground of the cement flooring.

One day she did something that revealed her second ability. It was Time Control. She could age things to her will.. and fast forward or rewind time. It amazed her, giving her hope once again. Unknowingly, she had touched the door of the cellar, her tears violently streaming down her face. It began to rot, the door. The wooden door just started to age quickly, the surface becoming suddenly soft and easy to p***k holes into. She desperately pushed through with the last of her strength, and escaped the hell she had been slowly dying in for weeks. The happiness overflowed within, her feet excitedly dancing around the grass with glee filling her face.

The madness she developed in the time she spent in the cellar lead her to killing anyone she felt needed to be punished. She grew dangerous and vicious, her thirst for blood raging with a serious hunger. It all suddenly came to a halt when a hunter came across her. He was sent to kill her by every person that wanted her head and dead. He had greeted her surprisingly with an attack to her chest, engraving a bloody 'X' right into her flesh. She became furious, killing him without a second thought. She was of course, successful but she was losing too much blood... and her vision... blurred. Everything after was... not remembered.

When her eyes finally fluttered open, she found herself entranced by the sound of music. The tune waltzed into her ear, ringing and echoing with ease as it did. The wonderful emotion she gained from just the sound of it encouraged her to rise from her position and she began to dance as she had within the Cellar. She twirled and leaped elegantly many times, choosing steps carefully and leading herself into the music. It was like a dream, her eyes closing and absorbing the music without any hesitation at all. She felt free, and at that moment there was no care for the world. When the music came to a stop, she paused along with it, striking a divinely beautiful pose as a finale. The circus was where the music had came from and she found herself wandering right into it... and that right there.. is how she joined.

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Full name: Qaletaqa Tohopka
Nickname(s): Qal, Beast
Alias(es): The Beast
Theme Song: Lateralus
Role: The Beast

Physical

Age: Thirty-Eight
DOB: March 19th
Sex: Male
Race: Werewolf
Eye color: Pale Blue
Hair color: Gray/brown/white/black
Hair length: N/A
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 216 lbs
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Three ear piercings
Scars: Has many hidden beneath his fur
Other noticeable traits: Often found with feather entwined into his fur.

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Hobbies: Hunting using a bow and knife, spending his time with wildlife in the forests of Europe, and carving totems.
Likes: Fresh meat, the occasional apple, bathing in lakes and running free
Dislikes: Rancid meat, cages, dirty, and chains.
Fears: Dying an unhonorable death.
Personality: Strong, spiritual, courageous, loyal, compassionate.

Capacities

Skills: Hunting with a bow, wood carvings, natural medicines, story telling, survival skills, and etc.
Supernatural abilities: Super strength, and can summon wild wolves to assist him in fights.
Alternate forms: N/A

Story

Many moons ago, Qaletaqa Tohopka was once a young man who had fallen in love with a witch who had troubled his people for many generations. Yet, he could not bring himself to harm her when he and his brothers had been sent to kill her. She had slaughtered his brothers when they attacked, but because Qaletaqa had not threatened to hurt her due to being blinded by his love for her, she turned him into a creature that was not quite beast, and not quite man. She had told him that he was to serve her, and he had done so lovingly for many years until the white man had come along and killed his beloved witch.

It was then that he surrendered to the white man, only to find himself bound in chains and sent to a foreign land where the white man reigned. He was sold off to the highest bidder, a man who gave refuge to many who were strange and unnatural. Qaletaqa has called it home for only a couple moons, and many have not gotten use to the strange beast, seeing as he was not originally from the white man's land.

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xxxXR0ckS_W0rldSxxxx

Full name: Claudia Nicole Soulist
Nickname(s): Audia, Nikki, Soul
Alias(es):Death Defiing
Theme Song:Death Cab for Cutie-Follow you into the dark
Role:Beast tamer

Physical

Age:17
DOB: March 19th
Sex:Female
Race:Siren
Eye color:Black
Hair color:Magenta and Black
Hair length: Varying, real short to very long
Height:5'9'
Weight:105
Tattoos:A frozen cracked heart on her wrist, a jaguar on her hip, a whip incircling her entire torso up to her neck, and clawmarks down one side of her face
Piercings:Bars in her hips, her tongue, four in each ear, belly button, cheeks
Scars:Many all over her body too many to count, but none particularly grotesque.
Other noticeable traits: Nope

Psychological

Sexual Orientation:Bisexual
Hobbies: Sex, Raving, fighting, singing
Likes: Feisty ones, danger of any kind, the rush of being hit, pain, beasts, whips.
Dislikes: Children, classical music, nice people, do-gooders, know it alls.
Fears:Death, the dark, spiders
Personality: Claudia is up for anything. She loves danger, and spontaneity, she would do anything if it looked fun, and she doesn't care what other people think of her, because in the end who is she really trying to impress. She can be very dark, and at other times, kind of jumpy. She is restless beyond belief, and she has a feel of immortality about her.

Capacities

Skills:She is a very good fighter, and is very good with the weapons she chooses to wield. Not to mention taming animals.She breaks animals for others amusement.
Supernatural abilities:She has compulsion, and the ability to change her forum.
Alternate forms:Your deepest desires, best fantasies, and your worst nightmare.

Story
Claudia had been obsessed with danger and the rush of adrenaline, since she was three. She saw an old evil keneeval stunt and she was done for.She had always known she was a siren, though how she knew she couldn't tell you. Her m mother was dead her father didn't have a care ,and she could make people do whatever she wanted. She started with jumping from high places. Bunk beds, dressers, stairs, windows. She loved the rush that danger gave her and so it only got worse from there. She went farther and farther, and farther as her life went on, one theft and a trip to the hospital, and her father kicked her out.She roamed for a while, from junkie pack to junkie pack. Finally she was drawn to the tent, in the forest. She was immediately taken with the idea, and has been their beast tamer ever since.

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xxxDekiru Miyamatoxxx

Full name: Isis Dolly de Beaumont
Nickname(s): Some prefer to call her Dolly, rather than her first name
Alias(es): Lady "Bloody" Isis
Theme Song: When You Are Evil
Role: The Blood Drinker

Physical

Age: 23
DOB: Sixth of June
Sex: Female
Race: Human Sanguinarian
Eye color: Bright bronze
Hair color: Orange
Hair length: Chin length
Height: 5'7
Weight:135 lbs
Tattoos: A black cat located upon the right side of her pelvis
Piercings: Three steel balls lined up each ear
Scars: Lashings upon her back
Other noticeable traits: On the rare occasion that she does cry, they are tears of blood.

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Hobbies: Playing her beloved violin and engaging in conversations with others, and reading books.
Likes: Vodka, the moon light, playing her violin, vodka, blood, blood mixed with vodka, and cats
Dislikes: Annoying people, stupid questions, bright lights, and rude people
Fears: Having to start a new life
Personality: The girl is a book of vast knowledge collected along her travels. An open personality, willing to give her trust to those that deserve, and just as easily shun those who give her any reason to doubt them. Silently observant, sweet, and stealthy.

Capacities

Skills: Composing songs on her violin, writing poetry and stories.
Weapons: An ornate dagger sheathed in her boot, mainly used to get the blood she requires
Supernatural abilities: None
Alternate forms: None

Story

Isis's lust for blood started with a heinous upbringing. Her mother loathed the sickening color of her locks. It reminded her too much of the girl's disgusting and missing father. Often she was whipped across the back and her hair cut and thrown into the flames on the night of her mothers frequent drunken tantrums. Punished for something she did not do. She did not wish to be born into this world. Every night the scent her spilled blood would fill the small room she lived in. One night Isis had passed out from a commingling of tears, pain, and exhaustion. Beneath the light and splendor of a full moon the small village, deemed her home, was raided. The shrill screams of her mother fell on deaf as her throat was slit in the copper tub. Slowly the vessel filled with the precious life blood of the wicked woman. The strong iron scent was what arose the girl to the cruel world of reality. No whips, no yelling, not a sound reached her ears. Hesitantly she left her room, seeking her mother. The sight she beheld froze her in her tracks. Not a word uttered. Lifeless her mother lay. An emotionless start upon her youthful face. The pale fingers of the young girls hands broke the surface of the crimson liquid. Her first taste. It was rich. Enticing and ....wondrous. Before long she had a belly full and left behind the corpse of her wretched mother. She knew not what the norm was and that what she had just done was considered extremely taboo. Wandering out into the world on her own from there. Learning what her mother had failed to teach her and then some. Luring the wretched scumbags who would dare try and rape her and skillfully and cleanly draining their blood. She had perfected the manner with animals she was required to hunt in order to survive. Upon the age of eighteen, the only other being who knew of her cursed addiction brought her to a circus. Twas the most amazing thing she had ever laid eyes upon, and the start to a new family she would grow to love....

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xxxShu haloxxx

Full name:Mihail Nicu Romani
Nickname(s):Mihai
Alias(es): Mihai
Theme Song:Mihail's Theme
Role: Body Painter

Physical

Age: Thirty Two
DOB: Lunar Child
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Eye color: Grey
Hair color: Black
Hair length: Past Shoulder
Height: Six foot, Five inches
Weight: One Hundred Ninety Pounds
Tattoos: Golden Stag inked across the back of his shoulders
Piercings: None
Scars: Some that can not be seen normally.
Other noticeable traits:Dark skin, Facial hair, disheveled look of a rom (Gypsy).

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: Prefers males for their skin. Though some females are appealing.
Hobbies: Body Painting, Violin, Tarot Cards, Curses
Likes: Travel, Art, Smooth clean and dry skin, The horizontal dance, Golden stag.
Dislikes: Pushy women, men, and children alike.
Fears: One, but will not disclose it.
Personality: Easy going, extremely nomadic, substantial sexual appetite that often includes a session of body art. Mihai is better described as eccentric and mysterious.
Doesn't stick around long and will blow in and out of ones life like the wind.

Capacities

Skills: Skilled in philosophy, the arts, music, and storytelling abilities.
Body art is his most notable skill. Turning the human physique into a vivid canvas turns him on beyond belief.
Supernatural abilities: Innate ability with curses, occult skills, healing arts, and some fortune telling due to his Gypsy blood.
Alternate forms: Plain human form // Some animal familiars

Story

Mihai was born from a fling between a “Gorjer” (or non-Gypsy individual) and his mother whom was full blooded gypsy. The artist spent his entire life nomadic. The boy remained along side his people and their deeply rooted belief system of the Romai culture. He holds little attachment to anything besides his art and what he may carry upon his back. When he reached manhood, Mihail, was prompted to search for his relatives on his Sire’s side. His travels are better made with the people of Cirque Des Merveilles. No one asks any questions, and everyone tends to mind their own business.

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Full name: Aoi Ardice
Nickname(s): Aoi
Alias(es): None
Theme Song: Rainbow Veins
Role: Fortune Teller

Physical

Age: Hundreds of years old, but has the mindset of 17
DOB: Autumn Equinox, 14th Century
Sex: Female
Race: Forest Nymph / Dryad
Eye color: Sea Green
Hair color: Blonde
Hair length: Vey long
Height: 5'1
Weight: 115 lbs
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: One long scar along her left arm.
Other noticeable traits:None

Psychological

Sexual Orientation: She's not quite sure herself
Hobbies: Gardening, singing and painting portraits of animals
Likes: Flowers, animals, nature, singing and the rivers
Dislikes: poachers, pollution and the humans
Fears: Humans.
Personality: Timid, shy, kind, over protective and forgiving.

Capacities

Skills: Reading people's emotions and futures.
Supernatural abilities: Can bend living plants to her will and rapidly make them grow.
Alternate forms:[x] Dryad form

Story

Aoi was grown from the finest seeds that the settlers ever hoped to use as they farmed new life to supply their people. As long as the humans used the land in a respectful manner, she would provide them with more food than they could shove in their stomachs. After the arrival of the white man, however, the dryad developed a new fear; a fear of the humans who were stripping her domain of their natural nutrients. She has retreated, alone into the forests of the world, trying her best to stay hidden and away. No longer would she help them.