ℳҽℓȼћɨѳɍ Αҽɍҽѳȵ ℭαɱαʂϮɨɍ
I suppose that would be handy to know...
Twenty-seven, not that I look it.
Wouldn't you know it...
I'm an escape artist. Those tricks always fascinated me, and so, I decided to try it on my own. I suppose it wasn't the best idea, considering I was only five when I started, but oh well. It's what I wanted to do. My parents had no problem with my passion though. They were an act all their own, you see. Mom was a magician. A true one, mind you. Dad's talents, on the other hand, were on the high ropes. His sense of balance was impeccable. When you combined their abilities...well, let's just say you missed out by not seeing them. They were daring, spectacular, the greatest act in our troupe and, I believed, the universe. I never let the other kids in our cirque live it down either. My parents were the best and I wanted everyone to know it.
That was the world I grew up in; always on the move and surrounded by breath-taking spectacles. It was amazing, really, and one was never mistreated for having an 'overactive imagination.' How could you be accused of such things when you saw death defying stunts performed everyday? Things that shouldn't have been possible to perform? No, imagination was the very foundation upon which our lives were built. It was our job to prove that the impossible could be done, that there was no limit to what one could accomplish once they set their mind to something. We were imagination given life and form.
The first time I saw an escape artist at work, that's an experience I'll never forget. Even as I sat there fearing for his life and the grizzly sight which could potentially unfold, I could not draw my gaze away from him. It was mesmerizing, every second which passed seemed to take exceptionally long and disappear within an instant at the same time. I was ecstatic to have witnessed such a feat and I will never forget the feeling it gave me. I want to make other people experience those emotions, that's why I became what I am.
I wasn't dumb enough to just dive in and try those death defying acts first by the way, I started small. I would ask someone to tie me up with rope, or chain me up with something and then see how fast I could get out of those. Each time I mastered one thing, I would move on to whatever the next hardest thing was. I still practiced all of the ones I mastered though, didn't want my abilities to get rusty after all. I started creating my own feats once I knew enough. Mom and dad would help me with that sometimes. By the age of ten, I had my own little part in our show. I loved that, what kid wouldn't? All good things must come to an end though...
I loved our life, wouldn't have given it up for the world, but there were others who did not share my viewpoint. Plus, mom and I were different...too different. I guess you could say mom is a mixed breed, one of her grandparents was some other race. I forget which one now, but because of that...we're immortal. Dad wasn't, not initially anyway. Mom had mixed feelings about making him like us. 'It's a gift,' she said, 'but also a curse.' She didn't want to make him suffer like we would. He finally convinced her a little while before the three of us left, but I understand where she was coming from. I don't know what I'll do when I'm faced with the same situation. Moving on...
So, we left the cirque and moved elsewhere. We still performed from time to time, but not as openly since we didn't want people to notice that mom and dad weren't aging. They needed to hide out for a while, go somewhere that no one would know who they were. Several years passed and we happened across a castle in our travels. It was newly renovated and just opening up for guests, the three of us were offered residence and decided to stay for a time. Mom and dad left a few weeks ago but I found myself to be quite fond of this place. I'm hanging around for now, just to see if I really do want to stay. I can always find them later if I need to anyhow.
Some things you should know about the way I act...
I refuse to use the word 'accident' when it comes to my actions. If I do something, whether it is good or bad, it's because I want to. I don't believe in fate and I never will. Where's the fun in life when everything is preordained? I live to entertain, but I won't let you boss me around. There are exactly two people in the world with that privilege and you are, most definitely, not one of them. I am exactly who I want to be, I won't change without a good reason to do so. I love to have fun and hate when things get serious. I'm also a curious person when I encounter new things. I can be stubborn when it comes to things I want to do, but I will listen to other peoples inputs. Oh and, just in case you thought otherwise, I am a kind person. It takes a lot to get under my skin and even then I am pretty good at hiding it. If I do decide to get back at someone I guarantee that it will be in a unique way though.
I knew this was coming...
Magic is in my blood, literally. Spells help me to awaken and channel my power for any number of tasks, it is not necessary that I use them though.
I am able to decipher any text, language or code. This proves especially useful when I want to learn a new spell.
I can share my abilities with one person, in doing so they become bound to me for eternity and share my lifespan. I also become linked with them and we may, at times, feel what the other is experiencing.
As I mentioned before, I'm immortal. I am allowed to choose when I stop aging. If my partner is younger than me they will keep growing older until they reach my age, if they are older they will revert back to their form at my age. This is at the equivalents, of course.
I don't use my powers when performing my escape acts by the way, that would be cheating.
A pet?
Why, yes, I do have one...
Rose ~ III_Lucky_Panda_ III
I suppose that would be handy to know...
Twenty-seven, not that I look it.
Wouldn't you know it...
I'm an escape artist. Those tricks always fascinated me, and so, I decided to try it on my own. I suppose it wasn't the best idea, considering I was only five when I started, but oh well. It's what I wanted to do. My parents had no problem with my passion though. They were an act all their own, you see. Mom was a magician. A true one, mind you. Dad's talents, on the other hand, were on the high ropes. His sense of balance was impeccable. When you combined their abilities...well, let's just say you missed out by not seeing them. They were daring, spectacular, the greatest act in our troupe and, I believed, the universe. I never let the other kids in our cirque live it down either. My parents were the best and I wanted everyone to know it.
That was the world I grew up in; always on the move and surrounded by breath-taking spectacles. It was amazing, really, and one was never mistreated for having an 'overactive imagination.' How could you be accused of such things when you saw death defying stunts performed everyday? Things that shouldn't have been possible to perform? No, imagination was the very foundation upon which our lives were built. It was our job to prove that the impossible could be done, that there was no limit to what one could accomplish once they set their mind to something. We were imagination given life and form.
The first time I saw an escape artist at work, that's an experience I'll never forget. Even as I sat there fearing for his life and the grizzly sight which could potentially unfold, I could not draw my gaze away from him. It was mesmerizing, every second which passed seemed to take exceptionally long and disappear within an instant at the same time. I was ecstatic to have witnessed such a feat and I will never forget the feeling it gave me. I want to make other people experience those emotions, that's why I became what I am.
I wasn't dumb enough to just dive in and try those death defying acts first by the way, I started small. I would ask someone to tie me up with rope, or chain me up with something and then see how fast I could get out of those. Each time I mastered one thing, I would move on to whatever the next hardest thing was. I still practiced all of the ones I mastered though, didn't want my abilities to get rusty after all. I started creating my own feats once I knew enough. Mom and dad would help me with that sometimes. By the age of ten, I had my own little part in our show. I loved that, what kid wouldn't? All good things must come to an end though...
I loved our life, wouldn't have given it up for the world, but there were others who did not share my viewpoint. Plus, mom and I were different...too different. I guess you could say mom is a mixed breed, one of her grandparents was some other race. I forget which one now, but because of that...we're immortal. Dad wasn't, not initially anyway. Mom had mixed feelings about making him like us. 'It's a gift,' she said, 'but also a curse.' She didn't want to make him suffer like we would. He finally convinced her a little while before the three of us left, but I understand where she was coming from. I don't know what I'll do when I'm faced with the same situation. Moving on...
So, we left the cirque and moved elsewhere. We still performed from time to time, but not as openly since we didn't want people to notice that mom and dad weren't aging. They needed to hide out for a while, go somewhere that no one would know who they were. Several years passed and we happened across a castle in our travels. It was newly renovated and just opening up for guests, the three of us were offered residence and decided to stay for a time. Mom and dad left a few weeks ago but I found myself to be quite fond of this place. I'm hanging around for now, just to see if I really do want to stay. I can always find them later if I need to anyhow.
Some things you should know about the way I act...
I refuse to use the word 'accident' when it comes to my actions. If I do something, whether it is good or bad, it's because I want to. I don't believe in fate and I never will. Where's the fun in life when everything is preordained? I live to entertain, but I won't let you boss me around. There are exactly two people in the world with that privilege and you are, most definitely, not one of them. I am exactly who I want to be, I won't change without a good reason to do so. I love to have fun and hate when things get serious. I'm also a curious person when I encounter new things. I can be stubborn when it comes to things I want to do, but I will listen to other peoples inputs. Oh and, just in case you thought otherwise, I am a kind person. It takes a lot to get under my skin and even then I am pretty good at hiding it. If I do decide to get back at someone I guarantee that it will be in a unique way though.
I knew this was coming...
Magic is in my blood, literally. Spells help me to awaken and channel my power for any number of tasks, it is not necessary that I use them though.
I am able to decipher any text, language or code. This proves especially useful when I want to learn a new spell.
I can share my abilities with one person, in doing so they become bound to me for eternity and share my lifespan. I also become linked with them and we may, at times, feel what the other is experiencing.
As I mentioned before, I'm immortal. I am allowed to choose when I stop aging. If my partner is younger than me they will keep growing older until they reach my age, if they are older they will revert back to their form at my age. This is at the equivalents, of course.
I don't use my powers when performing my escape acts by the way, that would be cheating.
A pet?
Why, yes, I do have one...
Rose ~ III_Lucky_Panda_ III
