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 Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:53 pm
 Name: May’thrae
Meaning: Beautiful charmer
Age: 112
Height: 5 foot
Profession: Spy
Orientation: He wouldn’t classify himself, because it would confine him. He likes change far too much.
Family: When asked about his family he only smiles and shrugs. He doesn’t even seem to have a second name or at least not one he has told anyone.
Likes: performing, attention and a challenge
Dislikes: repetition, boring people
Personality: He is a very nosey individual, although he would call himself curious. If something attracts his attention it is hard to make him focus on something else. He has a mercurial nature; it can be hard to keep up with his sometimes slightly volatile temperament. May’thrae takes a great interest in testing himself and pushing his boundaries to see what his body can do. He isn’t ambitious and has no drive to gain power over others; he is too busy changing his mind continuously about what he wants to do. He enjoys the attention he receives when performing although he would not enjoy it all of the time happy at times to take a step back and merely watch others in the limelight.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:05 pm
Flatsale Entry
Deep breath….he just had to remain calm.
Everything around May’thrae was dark and enclosed. His flesh pressed up against the wood of his surroundings. A slight smile touched his lips and the wry thought that it was good he wasn’t claustrophobic flickered through his mind. The air was stuffy within the small space and a little unpleasant. The sensation of sudden movement in the dark was a little jarring as the wooden chest where he lay was lifted. He tried to shift slightly, but knocked against the wood a hollow thud echoing in the enclosed space. May closed his eyes, as it was too dark for him to see anyway. He tried to take a deep breath again, but found it constricted by the walls. He was jostled slightly as he was placed down and all movement stopped.
It was time…
He heard the sound of the chest being unlocked echoing loudly in the small space and he could feel his pulse racing. He opened his eyes but a slit so they would adjust faster to the light that would flood in once the lid of the box opened. Even as he thought it, light started to filter in, as the chest lid was pulled open.
May’thrae could feel the anticipation that filled the air and it only fuelled his own tension, but he took a quick breath of the fresher air allowing his eyes to open more fully. He was jerked forward slightly as the chest was tilted forward, but just allowed his body to remain loose and fall forward with the motion of the chest. He pasted a slightly empty smile onto his lips even as mutterings filled his surroundings.
Eyes were fixed to him; he didn’t have to look to know that was true and was satisfied to lie slightly dropped onto the floor before his watchers.
Hands were then there at his sides lifting him up and he was facing everyone as one of those holding him pulled his right arm, twisting it to the joint and pulling further. Gasps escaped the witnesses as it went past the joint bend the other way with no apparent effort or in fact, any look of discomfort.
May let his head flop to the side slightly so he appeared boneless, then he was being released and thrown forward to land in a tumble of limbs. His arm lay twisted beneath him and one leg poked out at a seemingly irregular angle. There were mutterings as the observers tried to work out what was going on. May’thrae heard someone commenting,
“You don’t have to be so interested in him, he’s just a doll.” May’thrae grinned unfolding his limbs and straightening until he stood before his shocked observers a full smile on his lips. He opened his arms wide as he raised his eyes, the bright lights of the circus near blinding him.
He was a performer and this was his stage.
The audience clapped and the one who had spoken was silent as May’thrae started his act, showing his odd flexibility. May smiled even wider, his performance varied depending on how he felt. His act could seem bizarre and leave those watching enthralled although slightly discomforted as he bent his body in ways that would have broken others with no seeming regard for the way people were hinged. Sometimes he would try to be humorous and leave his audience laughing at his antics. On a different day, he could show how athletic his body made him and stun the audience with feats they would all struggle to duplicate. Rarer were the days when he would choose a sensual style and leave those watching him clearing their throats and uncertain how to react.
His moods were changeable and a little unpredictable even to him though he preferred to leave his audience laughing having enjoyed his show. Yet, there were days, when he would wish for something different. He told himself it was to keep his act from becoming stale, but it truly would depend on how he felt.
Today, he was aiming to shock allowing his body to collapse in on itself as though he had broken down feet by his head and arms splayed only to move again and let his body contort into some other unnatural shape. He could hear the silence and feel the gazes trapped by his movements.
May’thrae was double jointed, from birth he had possessed a certain flexibility that surprised and shocked others. The contortionist had been surprised himself to find out that others were unable to do some of the things he could. Yet he wasn’t able to bend all of his limbs as he wished his right leg bending no further than any normal drow’s or his neck. His fingers couldn’t bend any further back and in fact had slightly less flexibility than some drow he knew. It just so happened though that he had a lot of more flexible joints. He constantly pushed himself trying to do different things with his body and given himself his own fair share of injuries. A side effect, however, of this need to push himself, was a steadily increasing flexibility as time passed.
He had stumbled across the Circus by mistake eyes drawn to the lights and the cheering. He was pretty nosey, unable to resist sticking his nose into things even if it might get him into trouble. He had entered the circus to find his eyes held by those performing in the centre. He hadn’t set out to join them, but that’s what had happened.
He had asked to be allowed to audition and been so nervous when showing them what he could do and a little surprised when after a moment he had been accepted. He had felt s moment of irritation when told that he had great potential, he just lacked style. May’thrae had wanted to object as the other told him not to worry and that there were plenty here with a flair for the dramatic that could help him practice an act. It had been a strangely anti climatic end to his day as he was shown to a room and told he could meet everyone the next day.
He had sat in his room bemused by the turn his day had taken and shrugged to himself. It was something to do and he would be able to improve his “skills” as he saw them. He was pretty content to remain with the Circus. He had a place to stay and food on the table. What more did he really need? He wasn’t particularly ambitious, but made sure he was useful to the House of Laz’erou.
May’thrae bowed returning his attention to his audience as he finished his performance, the clapping filling his ears and the muttering amusing him. He turned striding out of the bright lights full smile still tilting his lips as he returned to backstage and the other performers.
A low chuckle left him; life was good.
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