Wing Ting
Name: Wing Ting
Gender: Female
Age: 15-17
Ethnicity/Race: Asian
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Short, curly
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Tan/Olive
Weight: 80 llbs
Height: 3 feet, 4 inches
Talent: Wing Ting blows these phenominal bubbles. They can be shaped like an animal, brightly colored, or just plain orbs. It should be noted that these 'plain orbs' tend to spontaneously explode, showering the audience with confetti, sparks, butterflies, or colored smoke.
Costume: Bright and sparkly! Exeuberant and just plain bubbly! Wing Ting's costume is the epitome of all things Japanese street fashion, bubbly, and fun! Imagine blue-raspberry electric lemonade, and that's about what you get: a dark blue leotard with bright splashes of hot pink, screaming yellow, and neon green.
Props: A large ring, similar to a hula hoop, is what Wing Ting uses to blow her extravagant bubbles. The ring is actually a brilliant work of science, though they are rather common in Wing Ting's world. There are hand holds that protrude out from the outside of the ring at regular increments, so it can be held and tossed from hand to hand. Wing Ting can also perform various mediocre acrobatics with her ring, but her real talent is blowing her bubbles.
Before the Ring: Before performing in the ring, Wing Ting will probably do menial cleaning jobs around the circus. Such as...cleaning out animal's cages, stapling papers, shuffling about making a pain out of herself, carrying small loads (she's only 3 feet tall!) and practicing her craft by night.
Personality: Wing Ting is a ball of crazy hyper joy. She loves people. She loves performing. She loves everything. An impish, excitable and rather flighty young thing, Wing Ting will be the first to volunteer to do a job, but the last to finish. Wing Ting likes making new friends, though she has a difficulty in losing them too quickly, as she soon forgets her commitments - she has difficulty commiting to anything, in actuality. She has a short attention span, but loves coming up with new ideas to bring to the ring. Wing Ting enjoys reading fashion gossip magazines and laughing at the ridiculous fashions of our world. Her world was much more interesting, and people truly expressed themselves. If there's one thing that Wing Ting stands for, it's self-expression. Wing Ting tends to do this in the loudest manner possible - let's all pray she'll learn subtlety. Wing Ting wonders if she will ever be able to return to her world, if only to see it for a short time and buy more effective batteries. Though part of her longs for familiar territory, there's always that nagging voice in her mind that whispers of adventure, and Wing Ting is more liable to listen to that.
Wing Ting is flighty, as I said, and that makes her slow to promise or commit. She can't make up her mind easily, and she shys away from anything that requires her to stick to her word. Wing Ting is unreliable, and will do anything to assure that she does not have to commit to anything or anybody. She's rather selfish, especially with material possesions, and childish at times. In addition, Wing Ting is liable to invade other people's personal space or play with their private possessions. She's a bit of a magpie, and enjoys collecting sparkly objects. She can't stand her ground at all in a physical confrontation (so threaten to beat her up if she steals your stuff), because she's easily intimidated by people who seem larger or more powerful than she is, and thus she avoids physical confrontations. However, Wing Ting will hold on very tightly to an ideal to the point of being absolutely, hair-pullingly annoying. Wing Ting does exist mostly in a state of denial, unfortunately, and she daydreams quite frequently. In addition to being in denial, Wing Ting doesn't understand people very well, and has trouble reading body language and other nonverbal communication. Wing Ting is also hurt very easily on an emotional level, and most of the time without good reason. This is because she's never had to interact with many people on an intimate level and she's prone to hurt feelings or get hurt herself. She's terrified of heights (to the point of bursting into tears), and prefers watching her creations spiral out of sight...with her feet planted firmly on the ground, thank you very much. Wing Ting is also terrified of monsters and the dark, so she avoids the freak show as much as possible. Wing Ting doesn't really mind the freaks, so much as the yucky, scary tent and the act they have to put on, with all the screaming and carrying on. She knows that they're really nice people, deep down.
Contrary to what many may believe, Wing Ting isn't completely bubble-headed. She is very good at memorization and hand-eye exercises - one of the reasons she is capable of making her bubbles. Thus, Wing Ting is exceptional at mimicry, and will more often than not use this skill over and over in a most annoying way. Wing Ting is a hands-on learner, to the dismay of many a passer-by, because her rough draft bubbles tend to explode and set things on fire.
History: Wing Ting came from a world very much like Gaia (world class B), except the fashions were louder, the signs were brighter, and people were crazier...and shorter. MUCH SHORTER. She studied for many years under a petty techno (see world post), and she learned to make bubbles via the electronic, hula-hoop shaped bubble wands that the techno had invented. These wands were not functional until Wing Ting fiddled with them a bit. Unfortunately, fiddling around and making bubbles was all she was good at, and the techno quickly disposed of her. Wing Ting earned a menial living performing on the streets, but part of her yearned for something more. When the Circus rolled through, Wing Ting decided to see the performance. She was enchanted by the lights and the glory, if not the heights, and decided to stay. Wing Ting says the reason is because she was missing adventure and flavor in her life, but she says this rather vaguely. Perhaps the reason isn't one she's willing to share yet. [SPOILER ALERT: The bubble wands? They were never hers. She stole them, and was running from the police when she saw the circus. She was able to lose them in the crowd, but she knew that she couldn't go back to street performing...at least not in her world. She left her world that night, because she had stolen something that, in her mind, was rightly hers. Remember I said, she's very selfish when it comes to her personal possessions? It's hers, she worked hard for it, and YOU CAN'T HAVE IT. ]
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