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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 1:54 pm
╔══════════════╗ Guinevere Dubois
❝Gwen❞ ╚══════════════╝ ¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 140
I look: 16
I am a: Female
My preference is: Boys
I'm here because: Guinevere has taken over her father's job at the circus and is the chef.
My weapon of choice is: A barbecue fork. ׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: Guinevere has incredible speed like her father and can see bits of peoples pasts like her mother.
Story of my life: Guinevere is the daughter of Satine and the deceased Kain. Gwen was Kain's gift to Satine so she wouldn't be alone when he was gone. Gwen had grown up happily with her loving parents at the circus since she was born. While growing she had taken a real liking to her fathers job of cooking and swore she would one day take over it.
Now she really has and is just as good, if not better, than her father was at it. She has the same power as him and quickly learned how to cook many different things perfectly like him. She has lived around 50 years more than him and has had lots more practice. Not only has she gotten her fathers power, she also recieved her mothers. Which is why she has lived for so long.
Her power isn't exactly like her mother though. She can see bits and pieces of peoples past but she can only see bits and can't control which bits she does see. On her fathers death bed, he made her promise him to take care of her mother for him and she promised him she would. So for the many years that have gone by, Gwen has been wholeheartedly helping her mother in her fathers stead. She loves her mother very much and will do just about anything for her. She always bakes apple pie just like Kain used to just for Satine.
With all the people at the circus, Gwen became the closest to the twins, Sonya and Anayah. They are her best friends, just as she is theirs. They will tell each other everything and anything, no matter what it maybe. When the twins came back from there trip, the first person they came to talk to was Gwen, who comforted them and helped to keep their secret.
I like:
1.) Her mother.
2.) Her father.
3.) Apple pie.
4.) Any mint candy.
5.) Cooking.
I dislike:
1.) Losing her father.
2.) When her mother isn't happy.
3.) Rodents.
4.) When someone gets sick. (Usually its the drunks.)
5.) Troublesome and pointless tasks.
Oh! I forgot to tell you: Gwen is a total momma's girl and can act childish when with her mom sometimes. ╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Secret Temptress ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 4:48 pm
╔══════════════╗ Altair Lovett
"Altair"╚══════════════╝¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 275
I look: 21
My stage name is: Stryker
I am a: Male
My preference is: Girls
My act is: Knife specialist/ Knife Thrower
My weapon of choice is: A 6 inch blade hidden in my clothes with a nearly indestructible blade that never dulls, Often used for assassinations.׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: I am able to control shadows and be able to blind other people and darken an entire room, and still see perfectly.
Story of my life: I started as an assassin when i was 16, and i was taught everything i could know. How to wield a blade, how to become one with the crowd and blend, how to vanish and move without a sound, how to take down my target, and most importantly, how to honor the code of the assassin. However i was also shunned by others and often seen as a demon, or an evil magic caster because somehow, i could control the shadows around me. I soon became rouge, defying my masters because their ideals never seemed right. I wandered and wandered, searching for where i belonged. I joined the circus of dreams because it seemed the one place where i could settle and calm down. I became the knife thrower because it was one of the things i was taught was throwing nives and i am deadly accurate with them. I also soon learned to harness and control my ability's of my power over shadows, and used them to my advantage when needed. I also still do my dirty deed of assassinations whenever i hear word of some corrupt politician or when ever Asmodeous asks me too.
Ever since he married Rayne and convinced her to become Immortal, He quit going on so many assassination missions for Asmodeous and when he does, he limits the collateral damage of innocent lives to only those that would endanger the circus or his Identity and more often then not there never is any collateral damage.
I usually am: Used to be quiet and withdrawn, but now is a little more friendlier and open after being with Rayne.
I like:
1.) Listening to birds sing (His idea of music)
2.) Meditating
3.) Knife Practice Spending time with Rayne
4.) Long walks
5.) Dancing (sometimes, but not often)
I dislike:
1.) Anyone Hurting or Insulting Rayne
2.) Idiotic people
3.) Sleazy women
4.) Dull knives
5.) Obtrusive People
Oh! I forgot to tell you: My normal clothing is black jeans, black shirt, and a grey sweatshirt when not performing, and i never wear my mask unless Performing or When im out on an assassination when i also wear my white robe.╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Ryuksin╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:47 am
╔══════════════╗ Renee Anderson Lovett
❝Rayne❞ ╚══════════════╝ ¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 171
I look: 20
I am a: Female
My preference is: boys
I'm here because: I am a use-to-be theif that's married to one of the performers
My weapon of choice is: A pair of daggers I keep at my hip ׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: I can transform into any animal I see, my favored is the ferret. With this ability comes the capability of communicating with animals. This includes mythical creatures.
Story of my life: I grew up on the streets, abandoned by my family for my freakish nature. When I was twelve a group of rogues took me in, showed me their way, and trained me to be their next generation. They were like family to me. They even accepted my abilities, saying it was a talent and that I was meant to be a thief. As a small ferret I can sneak into practically anywhere, so I was naturally good at what I currently do. However, on my seventeenth birthday my new found family go caught stealing from a government official, they're in jail now under an impossibly large bond. I now steal to set them free, hoping to regain my one bit of happiness.
Shortly after I met the man that I would eventually marry, I went to the jail that my family was being kept at, only to find that they had been murdered, after which my life was threatened. Altair helped me through it and convinced me to become immortal with him.
I usually am: Stubborn, quiet, cunning, did I mention stubborn?
I like:
1.) Ferrets
2.) naps
3.) blue skys
4.) Altair
5.) animals
I dislike:
1.) Jail
2.) Cops/Security
3.) Threats or insults towards my new family
4.) Snobby rich people
5.) Having to beg on the streets
Oh! I forgot to tell you: I have a pet ferret that is nearly always with me, his name is Iago Rex III, Iago for short. ╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Kyru Windwaker ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:33 pm
╔══════════════╗ Jake Middels
❝Jake❞ ╚══════════════╝ ¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 23
I look: 23
I am a: Male
My preference is: Girls
I'm here because: Steals from patrons, helps around with acts, and regular chores.
My weapon of choice is: A Scimitar. ׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: To comunicate with the dead. Jake can see, feel, and hear them. He can also help others see them if her feels like it. There is a whole system for the different types of ghosts that exist. They come in five different categories and colors. The first are Pink ghosts who roam around the earth waiting for something, such as a loved one to join them or an event to happen. The second are Purple ghosts, who remain around to protect a person, place, or thing that ment a lot to them in life. The third ghosts are green, who are stuck on earth for vengeance purposes (best example are the children in Jakes bio.). The fourth ghosts are blue, who are dead and still around without a purpose. Most of the time they can't remember how they died and aren't really sure about what to do now that they are dead. The fifth and last ghosts are the fearful and psychotic gray ones. These ones are cursed to roam around for eternity because of the evil sins they commited in life. The first three aren't bad ghosts but the last are horrible and are best to avoid like the plague....unless you want to be dragged down like them.
Story of my life: Jake was born and raised in the U.S.A. through most of his child hood. He had a normal family, loving parents and a little brother. He grew up playing sports, going to school and just horsing around like most children do. He would walk to and from school everyday with his little brother, who was about two years younger than himself.
One day when Jake was about ten, he was walking back home from staying after school, with his brother. They were both joking around complaining about the teachers and how hard some of there classes were like they normally would....Unfortuantley the two unsuspecting boys never noticed the car that had began to follow them right after they left the school. Out of the blue, the car quickly pulls up beside them and two men get out, grab them. and cover their mouths with cloths. They were knocked out cold and then stuffed into the back of the car.
When Jake had finally woke up he and his brother had been tied up and in an unfamilier place. He tired to wake his still sleeping brother but was interupted as the kidnappers walked in. One man picked up Jake and the other picked up his brother. He struggled to get free of the mans grip but to no aveil. That was the last time Jake ever saw his brother.....Jake was taken and shoved into a crate with some other boys and girls his age that had been kidnapped. They were put onto a ship and sailed away to different countries where they were sold to people to do whatever they please with them. Jake was sold to this old woman in Germany, where he was forced to do things a ten year old shouldn't with a fourty year old woman......He wasn't the only child that this woman kept for her sick enjoyments. There where at least six. Jake however was the only one who survived the hellish tortures the women put them through. It was around this time that Jake had discovered his power.
The children who died had vengeful souls that were stuck to roam the earth because of that woman. Ian's power came out not to long after they had died, leading him to believe they helped to trigger it. He could see them, hear what they say, and could touch them. One day while Ian was free of the horrid women for the night, all the ghosts came to him with a plan to free him and get the revenge they wanted. Jake was now about 13, so after three years of torture he wanted to get rid of the woman just as much as they did. Their plan was simple and worked very nicely. Using Jakes power they would drive the woman insane and lead her to her own death. Everytime Jake was around her would use his power to let her hear the voices of the ghost children or see them. He would pretend not to see them and wouldn't let others around the woman, to see them. So she not only was going crazy, people around her thought she was nuts. After the slow process of two more years they finally drove the women to the edge where she legitimately hanged herself.
Jake ran away from the place as soon as he saw her dead corpse. He was finally free from the hellish labors, beatings, and rapes. The ghosts that he had become friends with finally were set free from there vengeance and were able to pass on. Jake was now a 15 year old boy on his own trying to survive. He went around stealing what he needed to live. Money, clothes, food, ect. He even, at one point when he was around 17, began using his power to make a decent living. He would go around from place to place and act as a psychic medium, who could have people talk to there dead loved ones. People actually paid him fairly well for doing it.
After traveling around Europe on his own like that for two more years, Jake finally stumbled upon the circus of dreams. He had joined the circus and was given the simple job to rob the patrons that came. He had become fairly good at it years ago, so he figured the job suited him.
I like:
1.) Ghosts.
2.) Stealing.
3.) Wandering around randomly.
4.) Appearing out of no wear and scaring people.
5.) Chocolate chip cookies
I dislike:
1.) Hiding his red eye.
2.) Evil spirits.
3.) Women who look older then 40.
4.) When people see him talking to ghosts.(They think he's crazy...)
5.) Geting possessed. (Hasn't happened yet but is afraid it could happen...)
Oh! I forgot to tell you: Jake's power is shown by his obviously different colored eyes. He originally had just blue eyes but once his powers were triggered, his left one turned red. His blue one is normal but his red one is what allows him to see the dead. When working, he will wear an eye patch on his red eye, to scare patrons less. ╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Secret Temptress ╚══════════════╝
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 1:22 pm
╔══════════════╗ Damon Foley
❝Foley❞╚══════════════╝¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ «--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 19
I look: 19
I am a: Male
My preference is: Females
I'm here because: Foley works on the costumes.
My weapon of choice is: A length of chain׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє ׺°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: Foley makes people feel disoriented and weak. Depending on how strongly he uses it, his powers range from being able to be used as an anesthetic to a strong feeling of being drugged. He can also decide where and what exactly it affects on a person. If he forces enough power into it, he can also induce pain. That drains a lot of energy however.
Story of my life: Foley grew up without many restrictions. His father had a lot of money and not many rules. His mother had died in a car accident while he was still young. He escaped with the scar on his face and neck, but he still grew up fairly normally. His teenage years brought him trouble with the law. There were multiple times where he broke into places and stole valuables, not that he needed the money.
He got a bunch of buddies that were interested in the same things he was. The one big difference was that he did not hit the drugs the way they did back then. He decided to get their minds a little sharper and off the drugs by distracting their bodies with something, or someone, rather, else. He used his powers, which had not held much use for him before, to get girls for them to use. Whenever the police began to close in, they disposed of the girl, quickly replacing one with another.
The only time he ever got attached to the girls they brought in were the very last ones they brought in. They were his favorites. He was careful to always wear a mask when he used them, which he did often. He was on one of his rare trip away from them when the police came. He saw the twins escape from their rescuers and decided to follow them, hoping to eventually get them back, or at least keep his memories sharp.
Foley joined the circus and began working on the costumes. It gave him access to be near them while they dressed, take measurements of them, keep them close and stay close to their bodies. He has been able to hide who he is so far, but he wants to have them like they were before, especially after he found out about their powers. He would not mind testing his own out on them.
I like:
1.) Anayah and Sonya
2.) Revenge
3.) Sex
4.) Taking advantage of women
5.) Other illegal activities
I dislike:
1.) Cops
2.) Stupid people
3.) Guys who try to stop him
4.) Lawyers
5.) Cops
Oh! I forgot to tell you: This time Foley doesn't plan on sharing his time with the girls.╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Rogue Phoenix Fire╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:41 am
╔══════════════╗ Anthony Gray Berryhill
❝Anthony❞ ╚══════════════╝ ¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 18
I look: 18
I am a: Male
My preference is: girls
I'm here because: Looking for a job and a place to stay and redemption for my family's name.
My weapon of choice is: The sword that my father gave me, who received it from his father, etc. . . ׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: can control the growth of plants.
Story of my life: Anthony is one of the decendents of Gray, the man who tortured Madlen. He has no knowledge of the details, but he knows his family has wronged Madlen and the circus. As story has it, after that night that killed of most of the gyspy clan he is apart of, Gray discovered one of the female members still alive. Having assumed his betrothed was dead and wishing to continue the clan, he impregnanted her.
As generations passed, the wild, unruly nature the Berryhill's were based on matured and became balanced. Now Anthony is determined to right the wrong of Gray. The first day he made it to the circus a rare beauty caught his eye, since then he hasn't been able to think of anything but her. Ever the hopeless romantic, Anthony wishes to woo her. However, the identity of this girl will turn his priorities upside down. The woman he's sure stole his heart of first sight turns out to be the daughter of the very people he came to apologize to.
I usually am: whimsical, rarely has a plan, loves adventure, and, as mentioned above, is a hopeless romantic.
I like:
1.) playing music
2.) sunny days
3.) being outside
4.) love
5.) Sonya
I dislike:
1.) being judged
2.) arrogance
3.) ignorance
4.) cheaters
5.) lies/liars
Oh! I forgot to tell you: He plays several instruments, but his favorites are flute, mandilon, and fiddle. ╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Kyru Windwaker ╚══════════════╝[[BWAHAHAHA twisted ]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 12:15 pm
╔══════════════╗ William Aleczander Czechowski
❝Alec or William/Will❞ ╚══════════════╝ ¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 72
I look: 19
My stage name is: Feuer Tänzerin
I am a: Male
My preference is: Undetermined
My act is: fire twirling/dancing
My weapon of choice is: Poi ׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: immunity to the elements
Story of my life: William grew up in a semi-rich family in Germany, his parents were scientists that ran experiments on many people, including himself. They began an experiment on him when he was twelve, exposing him to various chemicals until the right combination happened upon them to make him immune to the harshness of the elements. Along with his new 'talent' came the horrible curse of tears of blood.
When he was seventeen, his talents were put to the test. A group of protesting families burned down his home, killing his family. William hid in the basement, frightened by the screams of his parents but too afraid to move. Once the fire died down, he escaped and fled Germany, running into various traveling performers and catching rides with them across countries. Along the way he learned the art of fire play, twirling, and, his personal favorite, poi.
He joined the Show in hopes of finding a place he finally belonges.
I usually am: quiet
I like:
1.) poi
2.) practicing with the elements
3.) learning
4.)
5.)
I dislike:
1.) angry people
2.) mobs
3.) thinking about the past
4.)
5.)
Oh! I forgot to tell you: Despite the many years he's been here, William is often looked over because he's so quiet. He performs mostly as a crowd and line entertainment while guests are waiting for the main acts or waiting to be served food. ╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Kyru Windwaker ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 5:39 pm
╔══════════════╗ Sekayi Chitraka
❝Paint❞╚══════════════╝¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake:19
I look: 13, I'm told. Personally I think they're being mean.
I am a: boy
My preference is: girls... Mostly because of their faces.
I'm here because: I'm the makeup artist.
My weapon of choice is: toxic makeup.׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: changing the colors of things. Scary, I know. It's sort of like illusion powers, where I warp light. But color is the most I'm capable of affecting, and that will even zap my mind power sometimes.
Story of my life: I'm your usual sob story. My parents didn't understand my fascination with paint and makeup. My classmates made fun of me and called me a girl - until high school, when they called me gay. I had no friends, but I volunteered at all dance recitals and other stage events were I could help with makeup and make the performers look beautiful. That's all I've really cared about, really. I've never needed my parent's understanding and who needs friends? I'm satisfied with my imagination, with the colors and the images in my mind. When I have spare time (and spare materials) I sketch face designs. I can make a human face look like a fish, a cow, a dryad... You name it. I love this ability to transform people - an ability founded on skill, not power.
I discovered my lame powers when I was a child. I was coloring and realized that I had used the purple crayon instead of the black one. So I changed the color. It happened so easily and so naturally. Satisfied, I resumed coloring, but fairly soon I lost the ability to speak, think, or function mentally. Mom thought I just needed a nap, so she sent me to my room, and after sleeping like a rock I was back to my gorgeous skilled perfect self. I learned to just grab the right crayon instead of spending my mind power on changing colors. Now, this power may not sound like much. Usually I use it to show the performers a brief preview of what I'm going to make their face look like, and to get their approval. But this can be used defensively, as I found one day when bullies from high school started following me home. At first I just ignored them, clutching my sketchpad and keeping my head down. But then they started throwing rocks. I panicked and ran - in the wrong direction. Soon I was on the wrong side of town and completely lost. So when they cornered me, you can imagine the terror I felt. I was panting and felt like I was dying from running, but those bullies only looked bigger and fitter. The biggest one threw his rock at me, and it hit my forehead.
BIG mistake. Don't mess with the face. The face is the most beautiful, sacred part of the body! To give it even the slightest cut - I felt the fear submerge, and anger rose. And I attacked - or, rather, I withdrew. I withdrew all colors from our surroundings. Slowly everything faded to white, and my bullies became so disoriented that they ran - bumping into every corner as they did so. And the colors returned when I passed out.
Understandably I got pretty tired of high school after that, so I was looking for a way out. I finally found it when the circus came to town. Asmodeus had my attention focused on Honey Bee - "Double Trouble", on stage - and I was focusing on her... but mostly on her face. She had such a nice face, but what a waste! They had hardly any stage makeup on her! For her act and costume, there were so many colorful possibilities! As soon as the show was over I located Asmodeus and begged him to take me along as a makeup artist. After a demonstration of my power and skills, he reluctantly agreed. That was three years ago... And here I am.
I usually am: completely focused on my art. When I'm looking at your face, it's because I'm envisioning what I could do on it. I live for my art. I usually don't talk a lot, but I've started talking more since I came to the circus. It's not bully-free but the bullies are fewer and they need me, anyway. When I talk, I talk a lot, and I talk about colors, sizes, shapes, and petty little inconsequential things. Unless someone makes me angry... Like most quiet people, when I get angry, I'm a force to be reckoned with.
I like:
1.) Paint
2.) Makeup
3.) Drawing
4.) Colors
5.) Beautiful faces
I dislike:
1.) Crumby, crumbly, liquidy, or otherwise faulty makeup
2.) Fresh scars, burns, or other wounds that I can't paint over
3.) Bullies
4.) When I make a mistake
5.) Pickles
Oh! I forgot to tell you: just because I don't need friends doesn't mean I'd object to having any.╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Jenivere-the-bard╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:32 pm
╔══════════════╗ Hiromi Shimizu
❝Hiromi or Hiro❞╚══════════════╝¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 17
I look: 16-17
I am a: Female
My preference is: Boys
I'm here because: I want to be the Costume Maker
My weapon of choice is: Antique Daggers׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: creating acid at finger tips and great night vision
Story of my life: Hiromi grew up in a rich family, but never lived at home. She lived at her private school and even stayed there over break when most people left. The only sign that her parents ever existed, were the gifts she received on Christmas and her Birthday. One day, she got a letter from her parents saying that she should come home for the next break. They even included a plane ticket.
On her 14th birthday, she took the plane ticket and went home. When she arrived at the address that was listed, she found an abandon factory. As she realized where she was, a man grabbed her and pulled her inside. He stuffed her in a cage and fed her slop every day. The cage was big enough for a large dog, so her space was limited. Whenever she got out, he would abuse her nonstop(almost nonstop) for the following two days.
She had finally given up when he had left bruises and cuts all over her. She left her hand on the bar and passed out. When she woke up, the bars that she had touched were dust on the floor.She left the cage and was caught by the man. When he grabbed her hand, he grew pale and collapsed. Hiromi didn't even bother checking if he was okay before running away. She had gone to a foster home and lived there for a while. With her new family, she went to the Circus and found other people like herself. She no longer wanted to stay with the foster home, so she set out on joining the circus.
I usually am: Hiromi is a bit shy and withdrawn at times, but she is a really nice person. If you get on her nerves, she'll either storm off or tell you your every flaw that she see to make herself feel better. She is a bit of an airhead at times and can be a little sensitive to seeing people get hurt. She is a little nervous about people touching her.
I like:
1.) Night
2.) Creating Costumes
3.) Candy
4.) Being around people
5.) Reserved for a special someone...
I dislike:
1.) Cages/Abuse
2.) Being Alone
3.) Creeps/Perverts
4.) Seeing people she cares about getting hurt
5.) Gypsys(The stereotypical ones)
Oh! I forgot to tell you: She only dislikes Gypsys because she thinks they are like their stereotypes. Throughout her school life she has always been good at designing and creating.╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
xXxRadioactiveMuffinsxXx╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 6:59 pm
╔══════════════╗ Blake Renee Lovett
"Blake"╚══════════════╝¤¸¸.•´¯`•.¸•..>>--» Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ａвσυт Ｍчsєℓғ«--<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤ I have this many candles on my cake: 18
I look: 18
I am a: Male
My preference is: Girls
I'm here because: I am the son Of Altair and Renee Lovett.
My weapon of choice is: My father said he had a weapon for me when I finished Highschool׺°”˜`”°º× Ａ Ｌιттℓє Ｍσяє×º°”˜`”°º× My abilities are: Like my father, I can create shadows, but I am able to phase into the shadows I create and come out anywhere I want within 1 mile. Its very taxing and doing it again too soon will make me pass out, or even die.
Story of my life: There is really not much to tell. I remember being little and i would have a tantrum and I would suddenly appear somewhere and It took a while for my parents to figure out what my power was. And after I got a hold of it, My father started to teach me how to spar one summer when I was home from Boarding school when i was 8. Ever since then I have consistently built my strength up in one day of hoping to best my father.
For some reason, whenever I ask about the history of the circus, my parents never really come up with a straight answer. I know they are hiding something from me. I kept bugging and bugging them to tell me but they say that they will tell me all that i need to know when I finish school and get to live with them and travel from place to place. Now that school is officially over for me, I can finally live with my parents, and finally find out what it is about the circus that they are hiding from me..
I usually am: Very Cheery and out going and Friendly, not afraid to strike up a conversation With someone, and also very intelligent and loves anything to do with strategy.
I like:
1.) Puzzle games,
2.) My Mother, Renee, And My Father, Altair,
3.) Sparring
4.) Long walks
5.) Sleeping
I dislike:
1.) People who disrespect my Family
2.) People who annoy me
3.) People who do no work then expect a reward
4.) People who are just plain lazy
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Oh! I forgot to tell you: I am very hard to make mad, but when i do get pissed, i tend to have blackouts. ╔══════════════╗ Controlled by
Ryuksin╚══════════════╝
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