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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:09 pm
 Name: Benjamin Totnicht-Herrmann
Nickname: Nicknames are not professional
Occupation/Role in the Circus: Nurse
Age: 28.... maybe
Species: Undead
Sexuality: Demisexual
Date of Birth: Shouldn't really matter now should it? Considering I died around 1982
Height/Weight: 6 feet and 132lbs
Gender: Male
Personality: Serious, calm, introverted, and good at heart.
Likes/Dislikes: He enjoys helping others and working in the medical field. He dislikes parasites and working on really skirmish people with chest wounds.
Biography: He had graduated early from medical school after studying abroad in America, and to celebrate his friends took him to a party off campus, it was ok, but he isn't very social so he didn't stay long. As he was walking back to his dorm he was hit by some drunk teenagers in a truck. He doesn't remember much after that until he woke up again, his grave was dug up and there were some panicked grave robbers running away. He was confused and distraught and tried to look for some shelter from the rain storm and the first place he went to was the circus tent near by, he had gotten a job as a nurse since they were hiring and offering a place to stay.
Talents/Abilities: He can't die, because he is already dead, unless you deprive his body of electricity then he can not keep his body functioning without electricity. He can work on patients really fast. He can't feel pain (or feel at all) because his nerves are long dead.
Other: He has a subtle German accent. He smells like hand sanitizer and lemon pledge.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:46 pm
[imgleft]http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z397/Laurbear2000/zombie_zps1b5c4cd1.png[/imgleft]
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[color=#E9AB17][size=9][align=left]☩Everybody blows their mind out,
stitch a seme across the eye,
If you'll be good, you'll live forever.
If you're bad you'll die when you die.☩[/align][/size][/color]
[align=center]Θ≧ textexttext[/align]
[color=#E9AB17][size=9][align=right]☩Unzip my body, take my heart out,
oh the bodies swayed to music,
oh the lightening glace, I would give it all and all,
if only you would maybe hear me ask
for half of a chance.☩[/align][/size][/color]
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:52 pm
Approved!
Aww... He seems so sweet... You can go ahead and start with him whenever. I'll add him to the list!
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 8:17 pm
Nerdy Oatmeal Approved!
Aww... He seems so sweet... You can go ahead and start with him whenever. I'll add him to the list! Thank you,
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:44 pm
 Name: Rhylee Bonnet Nickname: Lee Occupation/Role in the Circus: Aerial silk Age: I'm not sure but I was thought I look about 16 Species: Enchanted Fay Doll Sexuality: Bisexual Date of Birth: September Height/Weight: 5'7 and a half inches, weighs 13lbs Gender: I'm gender-fluid.(Any pronoun is good) Personality: Shy at first, curious, Ambitious, and quite the spitfire. Likes/Dislikes: They enjoy excitement and thrill, finding new things in the world is always a treat, and cakes even though they can't eat those it's still pretty to look at. Just the little things in life can brighten their day. But out of all the things they enjoy they don't like to fall apart, when one of their wigs comes off or the loss on an appendage or a crack in their body, is never a good sign. Biography: A crafts-man creating a custom piece of art, was known far and wide for his talents. I was hand crafted of porcelain. He had a bright smile and a thought of wonder, after my body was made he enchanted me to life. It was nothing like I've ever felt before, his careful hands guided me to a draft paper to which I saw my name, Bonnet.
We spent weeks together, talking, reading and enjoying each other's company. He was a kind man, but very strange. He didn't go out much except to send for a delivery boy and to get his red drinking bottle, he had messy hair and would occasionally pull out his pocket tissue and make a crashing like noise into it. I would read books of the world and the many different types of people. Books of war, books of peace, and books of words. He would tell me that if I had enjoyed those settings of the traveling books so much, one day he would meet me there and we could see those sights together.
When he had finished his sewings he had presented them to me a suit and a dress, to where he had asked me a difficult question, if I had wanted to be a boy or a girl. The decision was so difficult, sometimes I felt like I wanted to be a boy, others a girl. The craftsman was kind enough to understand, he had promised not to paint me until I had made up my choice, I never really could think about which was better.
I had to stop thinking about it for a while, because my craftsman was getting ill, his work slowed to a halt, and I washed out thick red paint out of his pocket tissue everyday to make sure he had a clean one every day, he some how got a lot of red paint on it for someone bedridden so far away from his paint sets. He would ask me kindly to bring him his red bottle, though it couldn't have been what was staining it. His red bottles were filled with a thinner more crimson liquid that smelt of rubbing alcohol. He didn't seem to get better. I called for a nurse but by the time she came he was said to have passed on. I was told not to worry because he was in a better place. She maybe meant like France or China, maybe Russia or India. Why would he leave so sick? She told me that he had left me those outfits and a couple wigs one short, one long. He told me I would need them, it was unfit for a doll to be naked after all. His home and shop were given to a stranger and I was told to leave.
I was a nomad until I had seen the flyer for the circus, to travel the world, meet all sorts of people. I happily joined. Maybe one day I will see my craftsman again, with a bright smile and a look of wonder.
Talents/Abilities: Their body and face is a gender neutral one, it isn't much of a magic power but it's neat for them. They're pretty flexable, but not too flexable even with 47 points of articulation (we don't want to lose limbs now do we). Other: Theme song- MACARON
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 3:22 pm
Approved~Oo~, this one is cool. Go have fun!
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 7:20 pm
Female: [align=center][color=#1569C7]
[size=18]๑۩۞۩๑
【ℓєє вσηηєт】[/size][/align][/color]
[img]http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z397/Laurbear2000/0da7a354-bfed-4c93-8446-377a3389b724_zpsfb52bc4c.png[/img]
[size=9][align=left][color=#153E7E]☆═━┈┈━═☆
[i]"Here's a song,
it reminds me when we were young,
looking back at all the things we've done,
you gotta keep on keepin on."[/i]
☆═━┈┈━═☆[/align][/size][/color]
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[size=9][align=right][color=#153E7E]☆═━┈┈━═☆
[i]"Out to sea,
It's the only place I honestly,
can get myself a piece of mind,
It's getting aweful hard to fly."[/i]
☆═━┈┈━═☆[/align][/size][/color] Male: [align=center][color=#1569C7]
[size=18]๑۩۞۩๑
【ℓєє вσηηєт】[/size][/align][/color]
[img]http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z397/Laurbear2000/84d79227-d50d-4f2a-8436-c89cb515eaf0_zpsd6639861.png[/img]
[size=9][align=left][color=#153E7E]☆═━┈┈━═☆
[i]"Here's a song,
it reminds me when we were young,
looking back at all the things we've done,
you gotta keep on keepin on."[/i]
☆═━┈┈━═☆[/align][/size][/color]
[align=center][color=#357EC7] texttexttext
[/color]
[/align]
[size=9][align=right][color=#153E7E]☆═━┈┈━═☆
[i]"Out to sea,
It's the only place I honestly,
can get myself a piece of mind,
It's getting aweful hard to fly."[/i]
☆═━┈┈━═☆[/align][/size][/color]
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