Come to Our Circus { Profiles }

[Tricky Kiddo]

x❝ Prologue ❞
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Once upon a time the Ringmaster's son was born. His birth came as a surprise and at first, no one knew how to take it but eventually, everyone in the carnival grew to love the boy. The boy, however, greatly disliked his role in the carnival. He had never shown any capability of being a clown, only a Ringmaster but his father refused to give up that role. So on the boys' nineteenth birthday, he decided he would challenge his father for the role but to do that, he would need something special under his sleeve. And something special did lurk under his sleeve, a vial of demon essence. The boy figured if he made himself half demon, he would be the perfect Ringmaster because he would have powers his father didn't and could control the carnival better. Unfortunately, he didn't know that demon essence is very lethal and the few who survive injecting it into their systems were driven absolutely mad. The boy survived the injection, his appearance completely changed and he didn't look like the sweet boy that they raised. Driven mad, as the effect of demon essence, he killed his father taking his role as Ringmaster by force.

x❝ Let's Begin❞
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The new Ringmaster is now immortal and his reign, well, it was horrible. Having little to no sanity he ran his parents circus to the ground and people slowly stopped coming. He felt like he was on top of the world, but him and his carnies didn't see eye to eye on things. Solution? Injecting everyone with the demon essence!!! A little over half of the circus died, but the ones who lived the Ringmaster found worthy. Since no one was coming to his circus anymore, because they feared it, he started kidnapping people and created his games; having the captives fed for their lives against is insane 'friends' in different tasks. Now isn't it just great you get to be a part of this insane circus?

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RP THEME = JACKPOT

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xminxomg▕ xhyukxomg▕ xroex



✎ ‖ eloquent ❞omg✎ ‖ erratic ❞omg✎ ‖ natty ❞omg✎ ‖ whimsical ❞


roey ; min-min
twenty-three
the smooth-talking androgynous riddler
black, changed to pink after injection
changes from black to blue
5'8" (177cm)
127 lbs (58kg)
the lion (miron) ; trying different fashions ; sweets ; ripping people apart ; carnation flowers
blood stains ; anything being off key ; empty promises ; girls screaming too much ; people in general
trickery ; riddles ; singing ; thieving ; illusions
being left behind again ; needles ; others becoming close ; others solving his riddles ; loosing control
CROOKED
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❜Roe Min Hyuk grew up with out parents. He knows he had them. The faint memories and dreams he'll have of them is the only thing he has left of them. When he was three his parents left him at an orphanage. He never knew why, he'd ask if he did anything wrong to make them leave. Soon he stopped asking. He became distant from the other kids and would act up when visitors would come to adopt. He'd bite them if he had to...any thing to get rid of them. Min Hyuk didn't want others leaving him again, in order to keep it like that and not be hurt again he kept others away from him. Soon the orphanage didn't know what to do with him. All their "correctional treatments" failed, they were more like torture and the closest he came to feeling anything. Pain.

When he turned 13 Min Hyuk decided to leave the orphanage on his own, meaning run away. He ran out to the cities sleeping anywhere dry. Being out on the streets he learned so much about people and how the world worked. He began to learn close up illusions and magic tricks. He believed in the element of focus. As they were focused on his trick they never notices his slick hand stealing away a valuable item off their person. He'd either keep it or sell it off later. His life as a street rat soon ran into a problem.

He met a girl. Her name was Anna and she was beautiful. At this time he was 15 and this was his first love. At first he didn't go for her but she continued to show up where ever he went. He'd yell at her and call her a stalker and push her away, but she didn't quit. One day she stole him out of the city and showed him the country side just for a picnic. Min Hyuk was a bit skeptical about it all. She was being too nice to a street rat like him, but that day he fell for the girl and also grew to love the carnation flower. She took his first kiss. Weeks later she started showing up less and less and when Min Hyuk went to go look for her he found her in the arms of another guy. He left himself open again to another being. He hated her for playing him like that, but he hated himself more for letting another person close to him.

Min Hyuk packed up his street act and began to travel to the next city. On his way he hitch hiked a ride with some circus folk. They were all so friendly and even liked the bad boy him. They didn't bother trying to ask him about his life, it seemed they already knew that he wouldn't open. The Ringmaster at the time gave him a free pass to all of the circus when it was open. That day was spectacular. Min never saw anything like it before and for the first time in forever he felt as if he found a home. When night fall came he went running to the Ringmaster asking if he could join. He pleaded with the Ringmaster showing him his tricks and that he can be a great carny. The Ringmaster was a bit concerned, but his wife the sweet clown suckered him into keeping the boy. Roe Min Hyuk has been apart of the circus ever since that day. He stopped thieving a learned how to smile again. He improved his up close magic and illusions and even got a title as one of the riddlers after picking up and making some riddles that even the other riddlers couldn't figure out. The best part about the job was that the people never got too close.

Later on the Ringmasters son challenged his father for his place in the circus. That day was all hell breaking lose. The son was crazy enough to inject himself with demon essence. Where he even got it was a mystery. What was even more mysterious is he got more to inject into the rest of the carnies. Over half of them died. Min could remember falling to the ground and an uncontrollable pain screeching through out his whole body. He rolled, crawled, and spazzed out on the ground hearing the undying screams surround him. He though for sure he was going to die that day. He ended up blacking out and waking up to his new Ringmasters laughter. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.



"Stay out, leave me alone! I was crooked anyway."




Tricky Kiddo

[Tricky Kiddo]

D R O P P E D

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xameryxomg▕ xbroxtonxomg▕ xtsaix



✎ ‖ patient ❞omg✎ ‖ sarcastic ❞omg✎ ‖ strong-willed ❞omg✎ ‖ overprotective ❞


ames
thirty
the officer
black
brown
6'0"
195ibs
FPS; dogs; his truck; Clint Eastwood films; camping
techno; the dentist; canned tuna; emojis; cigarettes
physically strong; even tempered; agile; quick-witted; adaptable
dying alone; loss of his wife; mild insomnia; porcelain dolls; tight spaces
Survive
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❜Born on a naval base in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, Amery was raised as what some would call a naval brat. He and his parents often moved from place to place due to his father's position in the military before they finally settled in San Diego when Amery was 10. His childhood was relatively unremarkable, with the only real changes occurring when his twin sisters were born not long after moving to California.

Out of high school, Amery originally intended to follow in his father's footsteps and join the Navy. However, he missed the score needed on his entry exam by a mere three points. Annoyed with his performance, he decided to take an alternate route and go to SDSU to play baseball and get a degree in something. Things quickly changed when he met Olivia Parkman through a teammate, and the two sparked a romance that soon turned Amery's life upside down. Instead of returning to the Navy, Amery proposed to Olivia after graduation and wed her within the year.

With his life changed, Amery decided to become a police officer. With the degree he earned in Criminal Justice, he passed through the Academy with flying colors and became an officer at the age of 24. His first partner was a seasoned officer in the Missing Persons unit and one of the trainers for the police dogs. The two hit it off perfectly, with the young Amery eager to learn the ropes from an experienced policeman. Their success quickly promoted Amery to Detective, and gave stability to his household.

Things seemed perfect until Olivia came to him with a difficult request; a teaching position had been offered to her at the university in New Orleans. She by no means demanded him to pack up and go with her, but he felt that ultimately, his duty lay with following his wife. Together they moved across the country, where Amery easily obtained a job with the NOPD as a detective. He had been in the city for a year before the strange disappearances began, and he and his partner were put on the case to solve the mystery of what the hell was going on.



"Mom always said it was better to light a candle than curse the darkness... I guess it just gets hard to remember that sometimes."




Rhapsody Rain

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xclarencexomg▕ xpenbryxomg▕ xmontblancx



✎ ‖ inventive ❞omg✎ ‖ insane ❞omg✎ ‖ positive ❞omg✎ ‖ manipulative ❞


sir; "ringmaster"
ninteen
the ringmaster
ginger
blue
5'11"
140lbs
blood; cheesecake; teamwork; fear; obedience
rule-breakers; stereotypes; police; fruit; dogs
manipulation; immortality; dimensional alteration; kidnapping; hallucinations
losing control; death; going bald; bats; being outwitted
Bourbon Street
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❜Clarence Montblanc loved his father. He loved everyone in the circus--they were his family. Everyone in that circus raised him or grew up with him, and so he formed a close attachment with them that made him feel immensely responsible for the circus. That made him feel like he was obligated to make it better in any way he could. But he couldn't do much in the position he was given--despite enjoying it very much when he was a boy, being a clown just wasn't what he was cut out for. He wanted leadership. He wanted ownership.

The craving for control began when he was thirteen, just after his birthday. The "teenager is a few steps away from adulthood" speech his mother gave him provided all sorts of ideas and inspired in him a vicious, all-consuming ambition that he could barely keep under wraps. As far as others were concerned, Clarence was a sweet and docile boy up until the very moment he snapped. But it was actually quite a slow, carefully-concealed transition--ambition turned his kindness into a useful disguise and his docile nature into a thirst for power that he locked away in the pits of his heart up until he needed it. Up until he had the opportunity to become what he was destined to be.

But he didn't have the ability to seize his destiny with just words alone. His father still had the loyalty of the carnies, he still had his power as a father--in the state Clarence was in naturally, he had no chance of taking what was rightfully his. He would have to force his father to step down, but he had no idea how. The powerlessness ate him alive at night. It nearly consumed him. And then, as if called forth by the sheer force of his will, he found him. The Devil.

He met The Devil in a back alley on the way home from an errand. A man with permanent grin and long, spidery fingers beckoned to him from an alley and, the curious boy that he was, he went to Him. He remembers the event vividly; he was pulled forth into the darkness of the alleyway by his shoulder, the man whispering in his ear all sorts of wonders about power, about opportunity, about being above humans themselves and being unstoppable beyond all belief. The only price was his soul.

It was the quickest transaction Clarence had ever made. The Devil was so convincing that he didn't even think twice about the consequences, and he went home with a vial of thick, red something neatly hidden in his coat. It stayed there for some time--months upon months, as the boy struggled to work out a plan and, eventually, gave it up entirely for the simple concept of conflict. He'd fight his father for the role and, when the carnies realized that he meant business, they'd be loyal to him and him only.

So, on the evening he'd planned to go to his father, he took that little vial and drove its contents into his arm, his shaking fingers fumbling to push the plunger of his syringe. Then there was suddenly vicious, horrible pain and it consumed him like fire--it felt like his head was being split in two. Like every bone in his body was suddenly made of jagged glass and he was driven into madness.

He didn't even get the chance to challenge his father. He just killed him. And he killed anyone who tried to stop him. He snapped his mother's neck with his bare hands and didn't care who saw it--the display inspired obedience enough. No one wanted to cross him when they saw what he'd become.

For a while, that was good enough. He was powerful, no one crossed him, and he finally had what he'd always wanted: his circus. But madness makes for poor management and, eventually, people stopped coming. He went broke. Everything began to fall to pieces and people began to abandon him. So Clarence, in desperation, sought out The Devil again--He was easier to find, this time, for evil loves to see what it has done to man and He was no exception. But the exchange was different, this time. He had no soul to give, and so he gave the promise of, if the opportunity arouse, handing over the innocent souls that he could eliminate discreetly. He returned to the circus with enough vials to turn the whole circus into monsters.

And he did. He forced it into everyone he could get his hands on who couldn't escape in time, and those who had escaped were dealt with by the maddened. The circus became rife with the screams of the pained and the wails of the dying that night. But, in his opinion, it came out better than ever. He thought they would make the show festive again. Advertisements plastered the nearby towns like wallpaper.

The handful of people who came to the show the night that followed never came back out. His carnies saw to that. And Clarence, in his infinite wisdom, didn't do anything about it. Then the police came. They didn't make it out, either, but one called for back-up in time and, in one of Clarence's rare moments of panic, he pulled the fabric of reality itself apart to form his own pocket dimension. A travelling circus that could be anywhere at any time and yet nowhere.

It threw the police off his tail for good, and for a while, that was enough. But his carnies got bored, got itchy--they tasted blood and wanted more. So Clarence had an idea: if people won't come willingly, he'd make them. He began to kidnap people in groups and leave them on his grounds to "see the show." But they never lasted long. It was like leaving meat on a platter, and there was no fun in it for observers. Just joy for those who got to consume.

So he made the game. He turned the circus into survival and made his monsters into proper lackeys, tools to create a game that would amuse both himself and fulfill his bargain. As far as he's concerned, his carnies love it--they've never been happier. A cat with a mouse to chase is a merry cat indeed.

It's been three years since he made his men into monsters, and now the game begins again. He's excited to see what his guests cook up this year, and he sincerely hopes they do better than the last group. He's still trying to clean up all that blood on the high top. How'd blood even get that far up there?



"I am the devil. I am smoke."




Shuddurs

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xmaggiexomg▕ xperidotxomg▕ xtimonyx



✎ ‖ intelligent ❞omg✎ ‖ introvert ❞omg✎ ‖ creative ❞omg✎ ‖ heart-broken ❞


mags; mad_mags
twenty-three
the gamer
red
brown
5'4"
148lbs
video games&tabletop games; hot tea; fantasy&sci-fi; computers; women
office work; sports; large social gatherings; high-heels; coffee
gaming; problem-solving; hacking& sword fighting; running
guns&being shot; public speaking; failure; poor eyesight; robots taking over the world, terminator-style
beautiful world-carolina liar
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❜Maggie "Mad Mags" Timony is a popular gamer, having millions of subscribers to her online video channel, thousands of people who watch her live streams, and receives tons of invites to be a special guest at cons all over the country. she plays every kind of game except for sports games but including tabletop games. she has designed and coded multiple indie titles including a handful of freemium apps. she also, up until a few days ago, had a beautiful girlfriend of three and a half years.

Gemma, her ex, had apparently been cheating on her for the past year. she had offered Mags no good explanation and had not given her a list of things she had done wrong. instead, when Mags had returned home from her last convention, Gemma had already moved out. the letter explained the she was now with an older woman named Donna who was a big shot CEO for some clothing company. Gemma had explained that she had simply fallen out of love with Maggie, there was nothing that she could have done, nothing that she did do, and "Don't worry, you can keep all of the games."

growing up, Maggie had been a quiet, shy girl who had a penchant for sci-fi and fantasy novels. she always had a gameboy in her hands, and a bag of dice in her pocket. she had trouble making friends due to her introverted nature, but had some luck in middle school when some kids saw her reading a Dungeons and Dragons Player's Handbook and had asked her about it (they had thought the dragon on the front was really cool.) Mags began running a D&D campaign for her new friends, and the five of them have been friends ever since. they all live in different places and have new lives and families, but they get together every year to have a big one-shot campaign.

during college, Maggie studied software engineering and web development. she excelled, having always been good at math and puzzles, which is most of what programming is. during that time, Maggie started up a game walk-through and let's play channel under the username mad_mags. while she was not very good at talking to people in real life, during the time she was playing, she turned out to be rather interesting and rather charismatic. she had no idea it would eventually become her main career.

it was also during this time that Maggie joined the fencing club at her school. she thought it would be fun to learn sword fighting. there, she met some people who did ACTUAL sword fighting, and from them she learned how to do more than just fence. it was the closest to a sport that she was ever going to get. plus, those lessons made her an amazing LARPer.

she met Gemma in an elective course- medieval literature. Maggie had taken that for obvious reasons, Gemma because she was a comparative literature major. the two had hit it off, after Gemma commented on Mags abundance of dragon stickers on her binder.

"You know this isn't Medieval Fantasy Literature, right?" she'd said, making Mags blush. Gemma had followed up with "But they are really cute stickers, I'm Gemma." from there, they were study partners, then friends, then lovers. it had been Maggie's first real relationship. she HAD kissed Lindsey Snodgrass at a slumber party in 8th grade on a dare, but she never really counted that as anything. besides, Lindsey had been quite straight and no know had known she was a lesbian. so, it totally didn't count. Gemma had been Maggie's first in a lot of things. and now, she was her first real heart break.

Mags had been completely blind-sided and devastated. so much so, she had not even gone online once-not even to check her email. instead, she had pulled out one of her favorite horror games, volume nice and loud, in the hopes that some horror might scare her into forgetting about the pain. because that's how someone is supposed to deal with heart break...right?



"Surprisingly, I think if you're known on the Internet, you're probably an introvert."




flagpole sitta

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xkatherinexomg▕ xlylaxomg▕ xlyonx



✎ ‖ clever ❞omg✎ ‖ needy ❞omg✎ ‖ lithe ❞omg✎ ‖ easily distracted ❞


kittie; kittie cat; the cat clown
twenty-six
the pouncing clown
blue
grey
5'0"
125lbs
warm, raw meat; the hunt; fresh blood; whiskers the teddy bear; ear scratches; yarn
dogs; water; being ignored; people who can't take a joke; old people
very fast; cat claws; night vision; heightened sense of smell and hearing; prehensile tail; charming
drowning; being alone; easily distracted; physically weak; going hungry
hello kitty-avril lavigne
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❜Kittie loved cats. (All the strays in the neighborhood appeared behind her house every morning at 8am to be fed with fresh water and fresh cat food.) Kittie loved to laugh. (She did it quite often, never growing out of her appreciation for puns and silly knock-knock jokes. She has a huge repertoire of silly jokes.) Kittie loved to see other people happy. (Kittie remembered everyone's birthdays, anniversaries, graduation dates, whatever. She always appeared to friends in need. And she was the life of every party.) Kittie loved costumes. (She had learned to sew out of necessity. It was just her and her mom, and they had very little money. So she mended and re-purposed old clothes so she would always have something to wear. She began a small side business to help at home by making children's costumes. She also loved to make herself fun costumes and soon had a huge collection.) And so, Kittie became a cat-inspired clown when she was sixteen. She finished high school and her mom's request, because Kittie loved her mother. But Kittie did NOT go to college.

Kittie's clowning was another after school job, like her costume-making. She started small, getting jobs from friends, then friends of friends, until she earned enough money and set up a website. After high school, she stopped costume making for anyone but herself and started clowning full time. She became rather popular in her area, and even in surrounding counties. And after only six months out of high school, a REAL circus ASKED her to join their roster! Kittie was ecstatic.

She immediately fit right in with EVERYONE. She loved her new family, and she loved her job. So even though she would never be rich, she was happy. Kittie was quite charismatic, which helped a lot with her job. She was the clown you called when the kids cried. For the people who hated clowns, Kittie could help. She set them at ease and helped them appreciate the art of "clowning around." And soon the tears of fear turned to tears of joy and laughter. Kittie was quite the catch.

However, Kittie could never quite convince the ringmaster's son the clowning was the cat's pajamas. No matter what she did, no matter what she said, it did not help. He was never happy with his position, wanting his father's job before his time. This made Kittie sad. He was her lost cause.

When Kittie was injected with the demon blood, the transformation was quick, but painful. Her body readily accepted the change, transforming the cute, young girl into a real cat girl...with working fluffy ears and a tail! She grew claws and her teeth changed, too. Her love for causing tears did not change, she just did not care if they laughed first anymore. She gained cat-like abilities, like greater dexterity and speed, heightened hearing and smell, and night vision. She became quite the hunter, which was rather helpful because of her new found blood lust. She hasn't lost her love for performing though. While she could be much more subtle and sneaky, she just has so many fun jokes to tell you as she is chasing after you!



"Meow?"




flagpole sitta

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xsurotaxomg▕ xkuraixomg▕ xnakamurax



✎ ‖ playful ❞omg✎ ‖ psychotic ❞omg✎ ‖ loyal ❞omg✎ ‖ erratic ❞


rot, suro, kurai, tamer
twenty-nine
the beast tamer
white for now til dyed
golden but wears color contacts
5'4 (163 cm)
100 lbs (45 kg)
animals, flesh and blood, killing, darkness, playing with the players
light, clowns, people, akihiko, sweet and sour foods
inhuman senses, unmatched with a whip, shapeshifting, being able to connect to the beasts, singing and dancing
losing control, the moon, not being able to keep his beasts fed, feeling what his beasts feel when connected, losing the few close to him
Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold
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❜Before the change of the circus, there was nothing special about Surota Nakamura. Or should it be said Akihiko Sasaki.

Akihiko was born a carny. Pretty plain, yeah, but that's sometimes the life of a carny born. Akihiko came from a line of a pretty different type of beast tamers, which is his Asian heritage. Normally you don't see them as a tamer, more so a trapeze artist or tightrope walker. Well that's not the case with his family. The Sasaki's always had a way with animals, but Akihiko's was a deeper connection. He had a weird sense of what the beasts felt.

Through most of his life he was a gentle soul and it was known he was going to follow his father's footsteps as a tamer. But he didn't want to just be an average tamer, he wanted to be one that would never be forgotten. That was why he was always willing to help anyway he could with anyone, just to learn new things to later on practice. This went on for most of his childhood until he started to come into his teen years.

As those years started coming he started to see the differences in the circus. Now being in a circus you should be use to seeing things that would gross you out, but the audiences that Akihiko started really noticing wasn't what they use to be. The average started looking like what was seen as a freak in the old days and that disgusted Aki. That just started his descent into hating humanity and stay closer to his beasts.

His parents had noticed this change and use to try and steer him away from it, which hardly worked. Turning into a teen was his parents nightmare. Now he wasn't always bad, he just didn't go about things as willingly as he use to, having made more of a friend in the ringmaster's son. How those two stayed close friends no one knew since it wasn't uncommon for carny kids to hate one another. That was why when the change started coming, he was with his friend on it.

Though he knew what was in store, it didn't make it hurt any less when he was given the demon blood. Out of his family he ended up being the only survivor, which was fine by him. Emerging forth even crazier than before, Akihiko helped his friend with anyone after. Though something still held him back from his new change. His name. So after the first games that was put on he took on the name Surota Nakamura, something that fit him more.

It wasn't long after he found another new change in him, his closeness with his beasts had grown significantly to where he could transfer into their mind, or any animals if he concentrated enough. He found he could also change into one, though he didn't have full control over that. This excited Rot and he wanted to keep improving his performances and honing his abilities.

Now after so many games and changes, Rot was even deadlier and crazier. No one knew what he would do next, not even himself. Though he would often be found saying that he was stronger than the current ringmaster himself when playing his games, which he knew his friend wouldn't take as an offense. But the games seem to have slowed again and Rot and his beasts have been growing hungrier and hungrier wanting another feast since their normal food hasn't been sufficing anymore lately.



"I'm the big bad wolf you were warned about!"




Yuishia

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xveronicaxomg▕ xcharlizexomg▕ xdeverouxx



✎ ‖ nimble ❞omg✎ ‖ quiet ❞omg✎ ‖ obedient ❞omg✎ ‖ apprehensive ❞


ronnie
twenty-seven
the somber trapeze artist
brown
brown
5'6"
115ibs
fashion design; reptiles; minty things; acoustic music; quiet time to herself
bugs; cigarettes; baggy clothing; cats; the cold
designing; sneaking onto the highwire while the tightrope walkers aren't there; free-falling; flexible; acrobatic
upsetting the Ringmaster; unsociable; naive; submissive; guns
Runaway
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❜Veronica was born and raised in Big Flats, New York. Her mother worked as Airport Security, while her father was a freelance photographer. When she was young, she always wanted to go with her father on his trips, but her mother rarely allowed it. She didn’t like that her mother was such a serious woman, and didn’t want to be like her when she grew up. Veronica knew when she was 12 that she wanted to design clothes. Her mother disapproved of it, but her father encouraged her to pursue it. He would always tell her when her mother wasn’t around “You can be whatever you want to be if your heart is in it”. She believed him, and despite the discouragement she received from her mother, she continued to work hard towards it.

She got accepted into FIDM, but her mother refused to pay for it. Since she was the one that controlled the finances, Veronica left for California on her own, lacking the financial support from her parents. She worked part-time in the school’s library to help her pay for her schooling, but it still wasn’t enough. Her lack of money forced her to drop out her Spring semester and go back home.

Veronica hated every minute of being back in Big Flats, constantly being harped on by her mother for trying to go out on her own. Her father could tell this hurt, and he pulled some money, unknowingly to her mother, from their accounts, giving it to Veronica. He told her that he had been looking into internships for her, and told her that she would find something good for her in New Orleans. Veronica was extremely thankful to her father, and not two days later, she was on the plane bound for New Orleans.

Her father had only been half correct. While she did indeed find something, it was by no means good. Veronica stumbled upon the Circus her first week in the city and was thrust into its demented games without warning. She struggled to survive, even with help from those trapped with her, and her psyche rapidly deteriorated at every horror-filled turn. The breaking point came when she had been in contact with the Fortune Teller. He forebode a frightening phantasm in her future, though it was worse than she could have imagined. She became the nightmare, killing a player of her own accord due to her fragile mental state.

With her sanity destroyed, Veronica made the decision to become a part of the Circus, feeling there was no way out. She was certain she would die of the injection as she endured the agonizing transformation. Most of the carnies doubted she would survive, but her body somehow withstood the change. She now descends upon players from the trapeze, doing the Ringmaster's bidding without question while her mentality slowly shreds itself apart.


"Life will never be a fairy tale. It will always be a nightmare."




Rhapsody Rain

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xelysxomg▕ xrosexomg▕ xalisterx



✎ ‖ loyal ❞omg✎ ‖ compulsive ❞omg✎ ‖ clever ❞omg✎ ‖ devious ❞


alister, al, ali
twenty-one
the compulsive
red
grey
5'8
130
tricks,games,blood,watching other's in pain,jokes
rules,restrictions,playing-fair,guidelines, not having fun
loyal, confusing people, musically talented, speaking multiple languages, sticky fingers
claustrophobic, being confined (rule-wise), boredom, too stubborn, heights
Carnivore
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❜Elys was born into a very wealthy family, her father was a surgeon and her mother was a well known violinist. Both her parents had set high expectations for their daughter and had her future planned out for her. Elys was to go to college and follow in her mother's footsteps and become a pianist.

As soon as Elys was able to speak her parents had started her in her first piano lessons, she learned quickly and rarely needed repetitious teachings. By the time she was in second grade she could play almost anything. Her parents decided that since she had almost mastered piano that there was no reason why she couldn't learn more instruments. When middle school came around her father enrolled Elys into a very strict and prestigious private school. Making friends in school was difficult for Elys especially since all the lessons took up all of her time and what extra time she had her parents would make her study for school. Her school's music room became the only place in her school that she felt comfortable in. She would often eat lunch and spend her study hall time in there away from the rest of her classmates.

The change from middle school to high school wasn't as drastic for Elys since her private school went from 2nd to 12th grade. So she was stuck with the same kids, teachers and walls. Towards the end of her sophomore year Elys's mother fell ill and later died. Instead of properly mourning her mother's death Elys's father became obsessed with making Elys a greater musician and getting her into the best college. Due to his new found obsession Eyls became more isolated than before, only allowed to leave the house to go to school. At home she was tasked with maintaining her grades while also managing to do multiple lessons a day.

College came, to Elys's relief and she was finally free of her father's clutches. With this new found freedom Elys was unsure of what to do with all the options that were given to her. One day her roommate convinced her to cut class and go to a circus that was in town. Eyls fell instantly in love with the circus and later dropped out of college to pursue a career within the circus. She got a job as a riddler and couldn't have been more happy. Her days were spent roaming around the circus asking random unsuspecting guests riddles and every so often if they got it right she'd give them a prize. Although prizes were ultimately for people who got the riddles right Elys couldn't help but give the kids small prizes for trying. Although Elys was shy she did get along with most of the other carnies. She was never one to cause trouble and that also put her on good terms with both the ringmaster and Clarence.

Once Clarence took charge and "gifted" everyone with demon essence Elys's personality practically reversed itself, Eyls became outspoken and compulsive. Although she was crazed she didn't care she loved it she was no longer scared of the world and she embraced the madness with open arms. The way Elys saw it Clarence gave her the gift of freedom and for that he had her unwavering loyalty.



"The only sensible way to live is without rules."




Ezryal

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xkaylaxomg▕ xeliron xomg▕ xdathaex



✎ ‖ calm ❞omg✎ ‖ sheltered ❞omg✎ ‖ trusting ❞omg✎ ‖ scaredy-cat ❞


n/a
nineteen
the naive
brown
hazel
5'4"
137 lbs
people; sunshine; singing; hot chocolate; reading
huge crowds; food; schoolwork; alcohol; traveling
singing; calm under pressure; logic/puzzles; good with words; good with plants/animals
spiders; heights; roller coasters; human physical contact; the ocean
Bring Me To Life
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❜ Kayla lived a fairly sheltered life. Her mother, hoping to keep her precious baby at home forever, didn't give Kayla the knowledge and the tools that she needed to grow up. Having lost a husband, and two children to a housefire when Kayla was just 3 months old, Ms. Dathae became extremely overprotective of her last daughter. They moved to a small apartment, and Ms. Dathae enrolled Kayla in private school when the time came. Kayla grew up in this way, not realizing that anything was wrong. She loved her mother dearly, and they got along incredibly. Although Kayla did have other companions, she considered her mother to be her best friend. Many would comment to Kayla about what a great relationship she and her mother had, and it always made Kayla smile. She even felt bad for her other friends, when they would come to her with problems they were having with their parents.

Kayla's mother had only spoken briefly about their departed family, and Kayla couldn't remember them. She could see in the pictures that hung around the apartment, that they had been a close-knit family. Mother, father, son, daughter. Kayla wasn't in many of the pictures, and it often left her with an empty feeling to see her mother's face with an unknown family. Frequently, Kayla would catch her mother staring at the picture, unshed tears in her eyes. Kayla always wondered why her mother kept the pictures hanging about, if they caused her so much pain. But her question went unanswered, as Kayla never gathered the courage to ask.

When Kayla was in her last year of high school, she had her first run in with a romantic interest. Coming to her mother with a multitude of questions, the only reply was that Kayla would need to wait until she was older. Following her mother's guidance, Kayla explained to the boy that she wasn't yet old enough for that sort of thing. It was then that the school started seeing Ms. Dathae as possibly a little more than loving. Kayla was blind, though, only expressing adoration towards her mother. With her mother's advice, Kayla stayed home for a year after high school, as she prepared for college. Ms. Dathae explained the Kayla that the smartest, most cost-efficient way to go about the college thing, would be to attend the local community college, and live at home. Kayla agreed.

After leaving high school, Kayla lost many of her friends. They all went on to attend big colleges, while Kayla stayed home. She didn't mind, though. Staying home was easy. Her mother paid for everything, and she was comfortable in her usual space. She didn't have an idea of what career she wanted, but Ms. Dathae told her not to rush. Careers were a big decision, and if Kayla needed years to figure it out, that was fine. When Kayla received her schedule for college, Ms. Dathae was dismayed to see a night class. She constantly warned Kayla of the dangers she could run into. And, if she was ever in trouble, all Kayla needed to do was pick up her phone and give her mother a call.

It was after her late class class one day, when Kayla was talking to some new acquaintances. By their words, and their stories, Kayla started to realize that maybe her life wasn't all that normal. Kayla told stories of her own life and mother, and they looked at her strangely. Some laughed, shaking their heads. Confused, Kayla demanded them to tell her what was wrong. After that beginning conversation, Kayla no longer felt normal. She knew something was off. These people were so much more than Kayla, and she felt as though a at of her life had been wasted. But in the deep blue of near midnight, Kayla hurriedly rushed home. She hadn't anticipated becoming frozen when the crisis occurred. Having never been in a threatening situation, Kayla was overwhelmed by the action. Her phone forgotten, and her body scared stiff, Kayla couldn't do much of anything, except to focus on making her breath steady.



"It's scary to me that everything you're saying could be a lie"




sociallyawkwardballerina

[Tricky Kiddo]

▕ xemmaxomg▕ xmariexomg▕ xcaldwellx



✎ ‖ optimism ❞omg✎ ‖ easily distracted ❞omg✎ ‖ creative ❞omg✎ ‖ scatterbrained ❞


em, emmy
nineteen
the optimistic new girl
blonde
blue-grey
4' 10"
105 lbs.
singing; photography; coffee; making friends; high heels
insects; rainstorms; sour candy; reality tv; liars
singing; optimism; hiding in tiny spaces; trustworthy; speed-texter
total darkness; failing; optimism; easily distracted; insects
New Romantics
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❜Emma grew up with a pretty normal family - mom, dad, an older sister, and 2 younger brothers, and a younger sister. It was full house and that didn't give Emma much personal space. Ever. Her goal was to escape to college as soon as she possibly could so she could get somewhere where she could focus on her ambitions for life. Emma hadn't fully decided on what she wanted to do with her life but she knew it would be in the fine arts department. She was such a talented girl - singing, photography, acting... So many amazing career paths to choose from.

She was a pretty popular girl, Emma. Being so active in many school activities had made her the star of the school, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't adore the attention. But she wasn't stuck up, that just wasn't like her. Emma had a heart of gold and was such a kind girl to anyone and everyone she met. Her close group of friends could vouch for how trustworthy and sweet she was. There wasn't a soul that met her that didn't instantly love the optimistic aura she had about her.

Soon enough Emma was accepted to college and was off to start a larger journey in her life. She was settling into her new college life pretty quickly. Only a week or so into the semester she had already joined the Drama Club, Photography Club, an Acapella group, and signed up for a photography competition. Things were looking great for her. She got to do all of her favorite activities on a daily basis without being interrupted by the army of siblings she had left back at home. Until that one night...

Emma was walking back to her dorm after an unusually long Drama Club meeting. They normally didn't last more than an hour or two tops, but they had a big production they were working on and everyone wanted to make sure it went without a single hitch. As she waved to her fellow drama geeks they all went in their separate directions - to dorms, cars, parties... whatever they had planned. Emma's head was swarming with ideas for what to do for the photo competition when she heard a strange sound coming from... well, she wasn't entirely sure where it came from. She shrugged it off, optimism getting the best of her, and continued on her way. Moments later something... or someone creeped up behind her and pushed her forward. Emma knocked her head against the edge of a nearby bench and everything went black...

Upon awakening, Emma didn't recognize her surroundings... and all she was sure of was she had a horrible headache. Being the optimist that she was, she assumed that this was some sort of prank from an upperclassmen. Little did she know... she was in for more than just a strange college initiation ceremony...



"There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for"




TheDancingDish