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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:39 pm
Welcome to the first annual Cirque Audition!
 "Oh Welcome!" A bubbling voice echoes beneath the great paneled tent of Cirque du coeur torve.
"Are you here to audition? Oh, well in that case right this way." She leads you over to a great line where a variety of people stand.
"The wait shouldn't be too long, not everyone has what we need." This doesn't sound exactly assuring, but instead somewhat threatening.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:40 pm
Rules!
(all the shop rules apply in this thread
(no flaming, harassment of any kind, and/or discouraging others
(no editing your entry
(we will not allow late entries, a minute sure...an hour, you're just pushing your luck.
(entries must be PMed to Coeur Torve. any misdirected entries either posted in the main shop thread or PMed to other staff members will be ignored. we are not responsible for replying to remind you where entries should be sent.
(spelling and neatness count! proof read your entires before submitting them.
If you do not see your entry here:
(first read through the rules and make sure you have submitted it properly (PMed to Couer Torve, etc.)
(check to see that your submission is not in your outbox. If it is still there we haven't read it yet and haven't gotten to post it and you have not been forgotten. We're only human, give us time.
(if your entry is in your sent box (meaning we've read it) and is still not here, post in the MAIN THREAD reminding us to put it up.
(if somehow we even miss that and the flatsale is drawing to a close, PM Couer Torve again with your entry with a note saying yours wasn't put on this page.
(if that still doesn't work, check the rules again because you're doing something wrong. We can only do so much to help you understand. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:41 pm
What you need to know.
The flat will start 8am PST on Friday and run until Sunday. There are 6 job openings as well.
at that time the prompt will be revealed, it will be different from the prompt that was given before hand to folk who couldn't make it at this time.
END TIME IS 3am PST on Monday (that's 11am GMT)
No entries will be accepted after that time. Basically, have it submitted on Sunday and you should be fine.
prompt The tent surrounds you at all sides, the audience becomes a blur and you are only focusing on your act. This is your first show, well in front of a massive large audience like this. Rehearsal went well, the ringleader even gave you praise. But It's a make or break situation, just one bad move and… Write about your player's first act with Cirque. Do they mess up, or perform beautifully? How does the audience react?
Note: If your character performs in the sideshow, just translate the prompt to that. Basically, just play out their first time in front of a real audience.
and If your character performs behind the scenes, change just translate the prompt to how they work with the performers back stage, do they screw up the lighting...makeup or w/e?
form [size=9] [b]Username:[/b] (this is you)
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Title:[/b] (as in Name the Title. Check out the cast section on the front page if you still don't understand.)
[b]Password:[/b] (read the rules/guidelines/FAQ on the first page.)
[b]Describe their talent/skill/act:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]World and History:[/b]
[b]References:[/b] (optional, but very helpful)
[b]prompt response.[/b]
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-please pm all entries to Coeur Torve once we receive the entries, they will be posted here.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:42 pm
Artists.
gallery: x
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reminder: you do not choose the artist, the artist chooses you.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:29 pm
Entries:
Ara Rouge
Teh Twink
Kyyi
Allwing
~Sinecura~
Silverah
oh vanity
jayoku
Silent Spy
Zyara
Rosemary Bats
Ballentine
Sir Deranged Reindeer
[ Hot Chocolate. ]
Crazy Sheep
Ogre
Rabid Ice Weasel
AnrieTalis
Esopha
Mors the Meticulous
Mimiru_13
Taichou
[ astra ]
Aki Ana
Tuari
kaleidoscopegrl
Rylerion
Antigra
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Flatsale closed! No other entries will be accepted.
Please make sure your entry is present if you submitted it in time.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:28 am
Quote: Username: Teh Twink
Character Name: Farfalla Sandiero
Title: The Flightless Fairy
Password: Monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Her 'talent', so to speak, is a very unusual physical deformity. Disfiguring her back only slightly, when she was born, she was born with extra bones that speared out from her spinal cord. There are a total of EIGHT main bones, four on either side, that connection with thin membranes to make a pair of fairy-esque wings. These wings are far too thin, however, and so she cannot use them to fly, despite her tiny appearance. She's still far too heavy. So, to her, they're nothing more than a physical add-on. However, unknown to her since she has not tried this, her wings do have a purpose. They have enhanced her balance extremely. (This will be something that will have to be RPed out, because up until she realizes it, she doesn't know about it. ^_^)
Appearance: Farfalla is a tiny, lithe little girl. She's of Italian descent, technically, and it's obvious in her darker-than-average skin and her long black hair. It'd be curly if not for years of not taking care of it, and thus, it's matted and unkept. Her eyes, usually downcast in every day situations, are as dark as her hair. She'll wear the baggiest clothes because Farfalla, at the age of nineteen now, doesn't seem to realize that she's stopped growing. Under these clothes, she has the average hour-glass figure of a girl. She could be a little heavier, but for the years that she wandered from town to town, she never had money for food unless she stole it. So she's thinner than average. At this time, her wings are almost always folded around her and bound there so no one can see the physical deformity. (I wouldn't mind, though, if she were drawn with her wings out. For reference, they sort of look like dragonfly wings, thin and frail.)
Personality: At this time, Falla is a quiet and timid girl. Through various points in her life, she was brought down for being different, and it took its toll on her mind. She's determined that she's a "good for nothing" girl, like she'd heard numerous times, and she doesn't see herself as anything more than a wandering laborer. Under all her insecurities, she has the potential to be a very smart business girl. She's mostly honest, and doesn't see any real reason to lie unless for her own safety. But over the course of her life, lying has become a survival instinct. Lying about her wings, lying about her past... It's become so overdone that it's automatic, and it takes her a while to get over the hesitance to tell the truth about where she's from, and what makes her "special".
World and History: World B.
Farfalla was born the daughter of a merchant's wife's affair. Her father is unknown, but her mother passed off the pregnancy as a "gift of God". The daft merchant bought it, and accepted the pregnancy with hopes that it would be a son, and not another daughter. (They had had three already to marry off!) Alas, Farfalla was indeed born a girl and a very unique girl, too. She was born with a pair of thin, colorful wings. Obviously the child of a demon defiling his wife, the merchant wanted nothing to do with Farfalla, and demanded she be tossed to the wolves.
With no alternative... She was given to a maid to be dealt with. However, not all were as heartless as the merchant man, and the maid carefully wrapped the baby's wings around her, and covered her with a blanket. The illusion of a perfectly normal girl in place, the maid sent her in a basket and to a neighboring village to hopefully be recovered. However, numerous houses attempted to take her in and at the sight of these wings, she was cast out again and again.
It was by chance that a witch woman took her in, and saw the wings for a blessing, not a curse. The witch woman brought Farfalla up as a servant girl of hers, and tried to teach her everything she could. However, Farfalla did not want to learn anything but destructive magic. She wanted to be rid of her wings. Unfortunately, the witch woman died when Farfalla turned ten years old. With no one else at the Witch's home, Farfalla left in hopes to find another family to help her. At this point in time, the witch had already taught her how to bind her wings so that she could go into towns. She bound her wings once more, and went to the family of a nobleman in hopes of becoming a servant.
For five long, laborous years, she was mentally and physically abused. It was by luck and luck alone that her wings weren't broken from the various shoves, kicks, and hits that came with being the servant of a malevolent nobleman. When she turned fifteen, Farfalla snapped, and ran away. For four years after that, years that she hardly remembers, she travelled as a wandering laborer, taking food and work where she could. When she turned nineteen, she stumbled upon a circus that changed everything in her. The Cirque du Coeur Torve.
References: Wing Reference, since my description isn't as good as it could be. ^_^;;
Writing Prompts:Prompt 1 Farfalla couldn't believe her eyes. A circus! Of course the fairy girl had heard of them before, and they were supposed to be so colorful and vivid and absolutely beautiful, but one could never capture the magic of the circus in words alone. It had to be seen to be believed, and oh boy, did she see it! Her eyes grew in wonder as she neared the tent for Freaks of all sorts. She wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, covering the bound wings beneath her mangy dress.
She had to pay coins to get in? With an uneasy glaze in her eyes, she dug out the few coins she had, and gave them to the man. He opened the curtain for her, and she entered, looking around. The 'freaks' didn't seem such to her. They were different, surely, but... Freaks? She bit her lip and held the cloak looser around her, grip forgotten as she explored the different folk.
It seemed like forever before Farfalla exited the tent. What she wouldn't give to be among people like her, people who suffered from differences that made them stand out! What she wouldn't give to join the Circus! And that was when the idea hit her: She would beg the ringleader to join the circus.
She had soon enough found the Ringleader, and pleaded. "I'm different. I belong here!" But she couldn't explain in words what the monstrocity was that made her so different. She bit her lip quietly, and with no words, dropped her cloak. She released the bound ropes around her, and her set of shining, colorful, and to her, grotesque wings sprung free, flapping in their freedom in vain to fly away.
Only one word escaped her mouth, her voice trembling. "See?" She whispered, eyes down while those damned colorful things flapped in vain, desperate to fly away from this and into the open skies. "I belong here."
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:29 am
Ara Rouge Username: Ara Rouge Character Name: Patrick Edric Plutarco Title: Edric the twisted Password: monkey Describe their talent/skill/act: Patrick is a contortionist that has perfected the art of bending and shaping his body. His performances range from how quickly he can take a shape to how long he can hold it. He practices in dare devil acts like being under lock and key in a small box for hours. He would rather be in the sideshow area because he doesn’t need to concentrate on what he does to do it and there for can take time to talk to the people that pass by. In the ring he’s too small to see from far away and it might bore people. Appearance: Patrick has dark red hair the looks almost black, he keeps it short as to not have it caught in his acts, he leaves a single piece at his right temple long and never cuts it. Placing beads on it for every year of his life, green for Ireland and black for the cirque. He has sharp green eyes that are expressive and has pale as milk skin. He wears a bit of eye make up, even off stage, but no other makeup. He wears dark green leotards that are form fitting and have scales painted on to them to give the appearance of a snake that has wrapped it’s self up, when he’s of stage he wears either a large poncho over the leotard or an over sized jacket. Personality: Patrick acts more of a big brother to new comers, finding it hard to turn down any one that asks for help. He likes to be near the other cast members as much as possible, having left his own family behind, but rarely speaks. He likes to know everything that goes on, and will most likely be the one with the most information. He’s not one for heights and hates spiders, but other then those he’d do just about anything that was asked of him. He would rather go by Edric then his first name. World and History: Patrick comes from the late 15th century where his family traveled the Irish country side as they’re home. The British that attacked made them relocate to north Ireland cost were the family met up with gypsies and tramps. He left wit the cirque when he was fifteen and has been with them since. A world. Patrick was from a rather large family, and when they joined the gypsies and tramps it only became bigger. He was taught how to stretch and contort his body. He’d practice and earn money when they went to cities and preformed. Though when he turned fifteen the queens army and Ireland were forced into war and he fled to cirque du Coeur torve. He first started out by doing odd jobs and helping out with whatever was needed. He manly assigned small jobs and cleaned up after the crowds had left. References: (optional, but very helpful) Writing Prompts: (200 words or less please) Prompt 1 Write the senario of how your character finds out about Cirque and why they want to join it.
Patrick had heard his mother call but continued to run toward the city walls, he reached them with in the quarter hour and grabbed at the large stones, pulling himself up to look inside. A large tent had gone up over night and he’d begged to see it. Brushing the length of hair at his right temple back behind his ear he grinned, intent on finishing his journey and examining the tent closer he moved to climb the other side down. He felt something grabbing his leg and pull, he fell backwards, landing hard on his back.
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble entering the city that way!”
“I will not! What’s the big idea any way, I could have fallen on my neck! I was only going to look, Roderick!”
“Edric, mom told you to come home! There’s other things for you to do.” Roderick said, turning and starting back across the plans to their home.
“I did all my chores.” The red head grumbled following his brother anyway. “Naomi said that I could go when I finished with the clothes!”
“Naomi’s not your mother!” The older boy replied, glaring back at Patrick. “If you listened to her most of the time instead of mom the guards of the city would already have your head!” He blew his black hair out of his face as the small house came into view, several caravans were placed around it. “Damn tramps!”
“Roderick!”
“Well it’s true, they’re on our land and they do nothing but cause trouble. If you’d stand with your real family you’d see it! They take our food and land and don’t return any of it!”
“They make half of the money for the family! They bring in half of the food! Their performances in the city-“
“Are prohibited! I’m surprised you all haven’t been caught and beheaded yet! Simple tricks of the eye, slight of hand, contortion, I can’t believe that you bring in money for such a stupid thing! The Queen’s army is marching up the side of Ireland and all you can do is hang out with your friends!”
“I don’t see you doing any better!”
The boys glared at each other before Roderick finally turned his back to the younger and continued home.
Patrick shook his head and ran toward one of the caravans. “Naomi! Naomi!” He called, beating on the door.
“What is it young one, surely it is too early for such a call.” The woman said as she opened the door, she was thin, with her black hair hanging loosely about her waist. “What has happened now?”
As the morning slowly passed into noon the young man told the gypsy of his brother’s words. And as it came time for his afternoon chores he was still practicing his contortion in the caravan. He had his legs over his head with the woman holding them down.
“Do not be so upset, perhaps you would like to get a closer look at that tent tonight, it is their only show here and we are planning on going.”
He looked up as best he could with the angle he was at. “You mean that?! I can go with you!?”
“Of course, if your mother says so, I do not like upsetting her.
When the time came for his afternoon chores he finished them as quickly as he could, wishing to find his mother away from her six daughters to ask the question that had been in his mind for the last few hours. Patrick found his mother sitting at the back of the house, sewing with several gypsy women. He posed his question, unafraid of the other’s opinions.
“Well of course you can go, I hadn’t wanted you alone in the city this morning but if you’re going to be with your friends I don’t see the trouble of it.” She said, looking up from her work just as the boy ran off to tell his friends.
Darkness fell over the green plans and the small troop was on it’s way to the city. They didn’t have any means to get in side other then crawling over the wall, though it didn’t bother any of them. With in the hour they were at the tents, people lining up and taking tickets and others buying trinkets. Patrick had never seen so many people in one place before and while he thought that their little shows brought crowds, half of the people before him he’d never seen before. Before he knew it they were swept up in the crowd and the show started.
As it ended and the people left, chatting about what they’d just seen he spoke with the gypsies about how they would improve they’re own shows. A scream pierced the air and the crowd turned to hysterics.
The army was much closer then it had seemed, and was already raiding the city. They hadn’t been informed because most of the occupants were at the cirque. Looking around, Patrick noticed that his friends had been washed away with the crowd and that he didn’t see any of the people he knew. Turning back to the cirque he saw the big top fall, the performers were packing up. They were going to leave. As people bumped into him and shoved him he ran towards the ring leader, spotting him through the masses. He was going to leave to, knowing that his family was already gone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:30 am
Kyyi Username: Kyyi Character Name: Silvaara Ikzarr (or just Silvaara) Title: The Thrakena Illusionist Password: Monkey Describe their talent/skill/act: Quick witted and cool-headed, Silvaara is a skilled Illusionist. She spent almost all of the years of her life dedicated to the study of the magical arts and works well with crowds. She also has a weak-spot for children and uses her illusions to cater to them more than most others, though she is capable of creating illusions to fascinate, frighten, and mystify all. However, there are some major draw-backs to her performances. Sometimes, if interrupted, her spells will "fizzle" and not perform as expected. She must also recommit her spells to memory every night, because upon the act of casting she forgets them. This makes practicing difficult, but manageable since she keeps a note book with many of the spells she uses with her at all times for quick reference. Appearance: Silvaara is part Thrakena (which is also know as dragon or draconian), thus she has some dragon-like qualities. This includes horns, a tail (which is covered by her robes), and a dragon’s claw in place of her normal hand (only the left hand though, the right is normal). Her claw and horns are dark red, matching her slitted eyes. Her left eye can only open very little, if at all, because when she was younger her face was clawed open in a battle and she lost most of the muscles required to open it fully. Lucky, because of her being from dragon blood, they eye was spared. However, there is a scar over that eye and multiple scars on her neck and arms, which she keeps hidden with her robes. She has lavender-colored hair, a little below shoulder length. She normally always wears a battered witches’ hat with a little light wrapped around the top. No one really knows what the light is for, but she mainly keeps it as comfort from her old home as she travels around. She normally wears the same thing she wears on-stage as off, seeing as she is comfortable in the outfit. She despises wearing any kind of bright colors and doesn't like make-up either. Silvaara finds extravagant costumes difficult to work with, especially when pulling off difficult illusions, and thus sticks to her robes. She will, however, put up with wearing make-up and costumes if instructed to. Because of her previously being in the military, she was always forced to do things she didn't like--which included wearing outfits she didn't like. But that won't stop her cheerful appearance or hinder her ability to work. Personality: Silvaara is a generally peaceful person. She very rarely gets angry and has an extraordinary amount of patience. However, because of this she seems to be rather emotionless and sometimes even cold-hearted. This is because when she was younger, she had learned to be able to complete certain tasks, she had to "lock" her feelings away, and otherwise she would never be able to complete such tasks. Even though she does not do such things any longer, "locking" everything away had become a habit that she can no longer revert. However, when she does find something to defend, she is extremely passionate about it. She is also, and very unlikely to admit, that she is extremely self-conscious because she was teased from being a "half-breed" earlier in her life. This is why she wears heavy robes in either black or darks shades of red and blue. Silvaara is also extremely loyal and will do just about anything for the person or persons she dedicates herself too. She also has some....phobias. She tries not to let anyone know, but being to near her phobia can break through her "lock", and she freaks out. Silvaara is, strangely enough, terrified of spiders. World and History: World Type B with Fantasy Theme. -Brief- History: When Silvaara was very young she was often teased for being a “half-breed”. She was not a pure-blooded dragon, or Thrakena, nor was she even of a Draconian race. She was pinned half-way in-between the two, and thus from birth she was shunned for being different. Her mother had died in child-birth, being of human blood, and her father left during some sort of war and she never saw him again. Determined to find out his fate, she set out to the battle field, which is where she nearly got her eye torn out. Soon, she began to grow use to the battles and found she could kill her enemies more efficiently if she didn’t think of them as other persons, but as nothing but raw emotion. With that in mind, she learned to lock” away her feelings. Seeing as she wasn’t very skilled in physical combat, she learned the art of illusion and as her skills grew she used that to lure her enemies to their deaths. Years later, she returned home to find her father there, however he was very ill. She would keep him entertained with her illusionist abilities, which is where she discovered she could use it to entertain instead of only killing. Her father’s favorite illusion was the one where she conjured up lamps that hovered about the room, spreading warmth and light, which then burst and turned into beautiful butterflies that shimmered in many colors. Thus, when her father passed away a few years later, she tied a permanent lamp onto her hat as a reminder of him. To make a living for herself she went from town to town performing for minor needs, such as food and shelter. It was doing this that Silvaara found joy in bringing joy to others, particularly war-ravaged towns. She never went back to being a mercenary and avoided anything to do with the profession as much as possible even though her habit of “locking” her emotions away stayed with her. Silvaara soon after found out about the famed Cirque Du Coeur Torve and requested to join on. She would start doing odd jobs as she was instructed and with no complaints--it was almost like being in the military again, minus the fear of being killed all the time. She happily carried out tasks such as cleaning and catering to others. References: Concept Image. Extra: She has a "spell book", of which a few spells are posted here.Writing Prompts: (200 words or less please) (pick one, delete the one you won't use) Prompt 1 Write the scenario of how your character finds out about Cirque and why they want to join it. Lights glimmered like fireflies in a child’s hand as they turned on, one-by-one, in a darkening village. The street was nearly deserted except for a few naughty children playing, proud of disobeying their parents. Suddenly, a lone figure seemed to materialize out of the night. The children quieted. Her robes hung heavily and the light that hovered above her head dimmed out. The children stopped and stared; no one would be coming to the desolate village, especially this late at night. She walked up to them and smiled, handing them each a clear trinket. The children stared as she started to head out of the town, glancing down in their hands. Silvaara smiled as the gleeful cries of the children reached her ears; the clear toys she had given them had become “living”. She wished she could do something more, though, than little minor efforts of making people happy. That’s when it hit her—and quite literally. A torn poster smacked her in the face. Pulling it off, she glanced at it. “Cirque Du Coeur Torve” was written at the top in faded letters. She smiled...here was the way should could help! And better yet, the circus was in town.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:10 am
Allwing Username: Allwing
Character Name: Tobias (Toby) Anderson
Title: The Dead Eyed Catcher
Password: (read the rules/guidelines/FAQ on the first page.)
Describe their talent/skill/act: Throws and catches knives to varying degrees of difficulty
Appearance: Tall and slender, with a wiry build, fair skin, and dirty blonde hair tied back in a short pony tail to keep out of his "good eye." Toby's right eye bears a pale scar through the middle from a knife play incident while he was 12, and a similar scar on the palm of his left hand. Out of costume he normally wears a button down T-shirt over top of a white shirt, with well kept blue jeans. His costume of choice is a glittered red shirt, collar turned up and buttoned from the third button down, and simple black slacks that fit fairly tightly to his legs.
Personality: Smooth, charismatic, and a bit flirtatious, Tobias is a boy who's outgoing nature has served him well. Without ever trying to he'll make comments that while stupid at times, are usually appropriate to the situation.
World and History: World A - Modern day Seattle - Athletics, the very word reeked of boredom and injury to a young Tobias Anderson. While friends ran out to play tag, or hide and soccer, he would sit on the sidelines and watch. Then came soft ball. The first time that ball hit his mitt as he and his classmates were forced onto the field he felt an energy that he had never felt before; adrenaline. The feeling of exhilaration as the orb sped towards him and the impact as it hit the leather barrier over his hand just felt... right. After that point he moved on bit by bit to further increase that feeling of elation, starting by removing his glove when he played, slowly progressing to having friends throw different objects, attempting knives when he was twelve thus resulting in a scar that crosses through his right eye. As he aged he made the decision to join a circus to hone his skills, and build the confidence he lost in himself after the accident that blinded him in his right eye.
References: n/a
Prompt 1 Shutting the door to his apartment Tobias sighed and slumped down in his tattered couch. Another day another lost chance to actually enjoy himself. How had he let himself stray so far from his dream? "Probably because there hasn't been a circus around for years," He muttered to himself in answer to his own musings. Walking to his minute kitchen in the corner of the room a small flickering motion in his window caught his eye, sticking out against the background of the concrete jungle that made up his usual scenery. Reaching carefully outside his window the object was pulled inside. Toby almost dropped it out the window again as he caught sight of the world "Cirque" in bold letters at the top of the poster page. Was this really his chance to actually live his dream? Taking a baseball from the cluttered floor he wound his body, tightening the muscles in his back and arm, and threw it at the strip of rubber he had set up on the far wall. The ball ricocheted back, a loud Thwack sounding as it struck the wall, and by the time it made it back to its' place of origin Toby had spun around with his arm twisted over his shoulder, fingers snapping around the ball. “This could be it,” he said confidently, “My dream shall be realized.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:28 am
~Sinecura~ Username: ~Sinecura~
Character Name: Tirri
Title: The Water Dancer
Password: monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Tirri is a trained dancer and also a minor Water elemental magician. Her act would consist of dancing while also calling forth and controlling plumes of water to act as dancing partners, storytelling props or partial concealments.
Appearance: Tirri is an Anthro River Otter
Eyes: Silver-blue
Hair: White
Markings: A small "slave" glyph tattoo under her left eye, several whip scars across her back
Description: The runt of the litter, literally, Tirri is small, delicate and displays an assortment pack of birth defects: white fur/hair and silver-blue eyes and a distinct lack of claws on her fingers and toes. She moves gracefully and has the body of a dancer. She wears her hair long to hide the scars on her back as well as to create a cloud effect when she dances. She is not unattractive, nor is she a stunning beauty. If a single word had to be chosen to encompass her appearance it would be either 'striking' or 'memorable'. When performing, she tends to favor black or silver gossamer harem style pants and a midriff baring vest/tunic. When off duty, she tends towards more modest sundresses in solid colors.
Personality: Tirri never once forgets that she should have died when thrown out. She KNOWS she shouldn't still be breathing, walking and talking. That knowledge has made her surprisingly humble. She honors the memory of the Master who taught her so much, feeling that the respect was deserved, not because he was a Master, but because he gave her the key to making her life better. Soft-spoken and quite deliberate in both word and action, Tirri prefers to observe before ever making a move outside of the show tent. She will also never display anger of any kind, as she was conditioned since childhood to believe that showing/being/doing anything that angered the Mbelen meant to court terrible punishment. It should be noted however, that this does not make her a paragon of niceness and virtue. She may be humble, but slavery also has made her bitter and to some extent paranoid. It should also be noted that even though she is able to perform seductive dances, it is not something she enjoys. In her mind, it is simply the job she does rather than who she is.
World and History: Tirri most definitely hails from a World B environment. In her world, the Kiaraki are a slave class. Their overlords, the Mbelen (Anthro-crocodillian/wolf hybrid), are powerful elemental magicians as well as fierce fighters. Other species exist, but rarely interact with either Kiaraki or Mbelen, preferring to keep to their own territories and thus remain somewhat free. Kiaraki also possess some elemental magic, but those of stronger abilities are killed as soon as their power manifests. The males work the land and the females serve as household slaves. A few Kiaraki of both sexes serve as pleasure or entertainment slaves. Children, until the age of 12, are kept as hostages to ensure their parents good behavior. Once the young Kiaraki reach 12 years, Mbelen overseers will determine the best way to get the most use out of the young slaves. Parents are allowed minimal contact with their children once the child is weaned.
Her Past: Being born runty, abnormally colored and obviously unfit for normal work brought Tirri to the attention of the regional Lord's Dance Master. Bullying the overseer into releasing Tirri to his custody, he vowed that he alone would be able to train her to be of any use. The overseer gave in and with a touch of relief, signed her custody to the Dance Master.
Once in his hands, Tirri was told that she had a choice. She could learn from him and become an object to be admired and live fairly comfortably. Still a slave, but far better off than either of her parents. Or, she could refuse and have her throat ripped out on the spot.
Choosing the former, Tirri went with the Dance Master and became an apprentice Dancer. One year into her training, the Master noted her small ability to control water and began to teach her how to incorporate this talent into her dances.
During her 7th year of apprenticeship, disaster struck in the form of the Master succumbing to old age. She was handed over to a new Master, this time a savage female who had no patience for a misborn, half blind slave.
Unable to easily make the transition between Masters, Tirri angered her new Master one night and was brutally whipped. The female Master then ordered Tirri to be thrown outside to allow exposure to finish killing her.
How Tirri survived the whipping, followed by exposure, not even she knows. She slowly made her way across the region, hiding in caves and living on mice and whatever she could find. To those who showed mercy, she would often dance, brining a tired smile to the faces of the slaves who shared what they had.
Her Present: It's been a year since Tirri was left to die. Amazingly, she survived and is grateful to whatever deity proclaimed this to be. She made her way out of Mbelen controlled land and into territory ruled by one of the neutral races. It was here that she first encountered the Cirque. Noting the smiles and bright eyes that accompanied each performance, she went to the Ringmaster and begged to be taken on.
References: Bubble Dancing
Fan/Feather Dance
(These were the closest analogs I could find in regards to Tirri’s water dancing)
prompt response. Tirri bowed her head, allowing her hair to curtain her face as she fought for composure. Silently she thanked whatever deities were listening that her dancing looked better in dim lighting. It was easier to hide in the darkness and forget that she’d have hundreds of eyes upon her. If she gave way to her senses, she could hear the murmuring crowd. It was a pleasant soothing noise. Not so pleasant was the mingled odor of sweat, stale frying grease, popcorn and animal musk.
But she was wool-gathering when she had to be paying attention to her cues. There. The slow, resonating sound of a bass drum supplying a heartbeat rhythm was her first cue. Sinking into a crouching position, she made sure her sleeves were fanned out at her sides. She spared a moment for a tight smile, her muscles quivering with anticipation, just waiting for the sign to begin.
Now. Shrill, eerie pipes began to play over the drums, producing an almost mocking harmony. She kept her head bowed as a single blue-green spotlight came up, focusing entirely on her. She began to beat out an opposing rhythm with her rudder-tail as she rose from her crouch. Here was where she had to be so careful. The Ringmaster wanted spectacle, something these people had never seen before. Exotic. Ritualistic. Horrifying. A lightning swift change in the music and up she leapt, a whirlwind of cloud white hair and stark black gossamer. She danced blithely for another half-breath before calling the water and molding it into the form of her choosing.
Like the demons of hell surging to the surface world, the water bubbled from the ground, taking on grotesque, malformed and bestial features. Seven water forms to play out the Seven Sins, all facing outward to the audience while she danced in the middle. On the very edge of hearing, she could muffled gasps and quickly stifled cries of fright. And still she danced, both with and against her monstrous creations.
Lost in the moment, she misplaced a foot and brought herself stumbling to her knees, her control over the water wavering. Regaining her control, she rested on her knees for a moment, forcing the water forms to cavort around her. Still tired from rehearsal, she thought. I need to remember that I need to actually rest after I use the magic. She needed a finale and fast before the crowd became restive.
Acting quickly, she rose to her feet and began to whirl in place, arms outstretched above her head. This certainly wasn’t the way the dance was supposed to end, but hopefully allowances would be made. Twirling madly, she focused her control, bringing her monsters in on her. For added effect, she willed her creations to snarl, slaver and reach out clawed hands to her.
Then, she sank to the ground as her water beings fell upon her, seemingly devouring her. Working quickly and using the last bit of control she held, she allowed the water to melt and sink back into the ground in a perfect reversal, leaving her lying there as she had before the show had begun. She felt the one spotlight on her dim as the music faded. Gratefully, she realized that the others had recognized what she was doing. There was no doubt the Ringmaster would reprimand her for deviating, but, she thought it might not be to bad. She had finished the performance after all.
As the last light faded completely to announce the next act, she scrambled to her feet and got out of the way as quickly as she could. Retreating, she could hear hesitant applause, almost as if the audience wasn’t quite sure what to think. But it was still applause. No one was booing. That would have to count for something.
“I… guess I did all right,” she murmured softly as she rushed to help the next act prepare.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:01 pm
Silverah Username: Silverah
Character Name: Lucrezia Falco
Title: The Skyward-Bound
Password: Monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Lucrezia is a trapeze artist proficient in the swinging and stationary varieties (she is at a standstill in her learning of the flying form until a suitable partner can be found.) She is also reasonably proficient with “Aerial Silks,” a trapeze-related trick involving ribbons, the physics of which are better shown or played than described. (if you have ever seen Cirque du Soleil, they make use of it in some of their shows.)
Her act would consist of various Trapeze tricks in increasing “gasp” value, starting with simple stationary hangings and flips and moving up to swinging tricks and ending with Aerial Silks. She performs with a safety net.
Appearance: Being a gymnastics-trained Italian teenager, Lucrezia is dark haired and dark eyed (both of which are actually very nondescript shades of dark brown,) and also somewhat dark skinned. She has a fit, sturdy gymnast’s build, though that isn’t to say she’s overly muscular. Most of the lines of her body are very angular and sharp, notably her elbows, knees, and jaw/chin. Though not exceedingly tall (5’6” or so), she is proportioned so everything about her looks long. For more convenience sake than anything her hair is about shoulder length and always pulled into a high ponytail.
Her clothing upon her arrival and then during her grunt work setting up tents and rigging is very utilitarian. She brought it with her from her home in 16th-century Rome, and in the time period it would have been thought of “boy’s clothing,” generally consisting of mid-calf length trousers, simple shoes, and a simple short sleeved shirt, all of which are rough fabric. Her first costume is a pink leotard with an orange diamond of sequins across the chest. She almost always wears bandage-like wrappings on her lower arms and wrists as protection from rope burn.
Personality: As far as physical stunts are concerned, Lucrezia is nearly fearless, capable of performing as effortlessly in the air as most can on the ground. Psychologically, she is slightly squeamish, especially at the sight of gross bodily injury or around the freak show.
An admittedly intelligent girl, she possesses a quick wit, a kind manner, and a dedicated work effort. The fact that many people do not share that last quality annoys her to no end, and she has a great dislike for people she sees as "slackers" who don't pull their own weight around the cirque by either not really performing or by not working like they are supposed to. Namely, this extends to the freaks who just sit there and get gawked at or the occasional newbie who doesn't help out.
She greatly respects performers who are masters of their crafts, and hopes to be among their ranks someday. Unfortunately, for all her goal-oriented-ness, she is almost too serious and driven, which many people find to be an off-putting factor. She also needs to learn how to relax, a skill she has had difficulty mastering, and can psyche herself out on occasion over trivial matters.
World and History: Type A world
Sometime in the past, a French power known as the Franciscan Empire took control of much of the Mediterranean world. That being said, the Rome Lucrezia hails from is very different from its counterpart in our world’s Renaissance. The city is a bustling, colorful place full of art, music, and the rich tradition of the big top. (The Catholic church does not exist in this world, as the Franciscan Empire, rather than the Roman Empire, took control. Christianity, which exists in a very different form, is based in Paris, which is much more similar to the Rome of our world’s Renaissance.) In Lucrezia’s Rome, the old ways of the ancient Romans, such as their gods and beliefs, still survive despite French being the primary language, with Italian, nothing more than a regional deviation of it that evolved over centuries of Franciscan rule. Performers of any kind are held in high regard in this world.
Though it is not known for certain and the records were lost, it can be presumed that Lucrezia either comes from a large family with too many children, or is the accidental offspring of an unfortunate young unwed woman. Whatever the case, she was left with a firmly stationary circus in Rome while still an infant. She was a rather unremarkable child, but the cirque's head trapeze artist, a man by the name of Paolo Falco, took a liking to her and took her in as an adoptive daughter and apprentice (it was sometimes rumored that he was the reason she had been dropped off at the circus in the first place, rather than an orphanage, but no conclusive evidence was ever drawn.)
Lucrezia, as a result, grew up surrounded in the bright and colorful tradition (In her world, at least, where it was considered a valid and respectable art form) of Italian and French circus arts (though she was never exposed to the wonders of the "freak show," since her circus did not have one.)
After Paolo’s death, Lucrezia felt lost at the Cirque where she had grown up, since he was no longer there to perform acts with her. With her mentor’s last words to her, “Gosse, tu vas voler” (roughly translated: “Kid, you’re gonna fly,”) still fresh in her mind, Lucrezia made the professional decision to audition with the Cirque du Coeur Torve as it passed through.
References: This is an example of “Aerial Silks” Here’s another example. Isn’t it versatile?
Oh, and some concept art of her costume.
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To Lucrezia, it felt like it was too soon to be back up on the catwalk above the rings. During most shows in most worlds, she would come up here once at the start of the run to set up the equipment, and once at the end to take it down. She didn’t actually get to use the trapezes and ribbons she rigged.
All that was about to change, of course. Tonight was to be her debut performance with the Cirque du Coeur Torve. And she was nervous beyond belief. As she readjusted the grip-wraps on her hands another time, just to be sure they were dry and coated where she needed them, Lucrezia peered down over the side of the narrow strip of metal she was standing on and watched the previous act, something involving clowns and a very small car, clear off. Then the Ringmaster took the stage again and…
Lucrezia didn’t listen to what he had to say, knowing it would only contribute to her impending nervous breakdown. She took a deep breath, made a short prayer to Apollo (hopefully he could still hear her, wherever this world was,) and climbed into position on the narrow bar of the trapeze. Gripping the support cable, she struggled not to look down as the Ringmaster finished his little spiel. But then she was forced to when the lights came back up, stinging her eyes briefly. She glanced down as the trapeze began to lower and the arena momentarily spun, the crowd becoming a blur of faces of every color and shape imaginable. She felt nauseous and instinctively held on to the cable tighter.
But then the trapeze locked into its final height she spotted the safety net some fifteen feet down, and the world sharpened again. She was Lucrezia Falco, she reminded herself. She could do this. The music, slowed from its usual carnival jaunt into some sort of weird strings number, seemed to doubt that notion.
The audience seemed fixated on her, waiting for her next move. That was a hang, she remembered, and dropped into it, the initial feeling of sickening free-fall giving way when she caught herself again.
How did it go after that? She wondered, knowing she looked awfully stupid hanging from a three-inch-thick bar of grip-coated metal twenty feet above the floor.
You wouldn’t look stupid if you at least acted like you knew what you were doing, stated a bitter voice in the back of her mind. Monsieur Paolo had said that, hadn’t he?
Legs up, she remembered, over the bar. Then it was flips. She pushed herself through three spins around the trapeze, coming to a halt upside-down in a handstand, legs braced around the cables. She dropped back to the hanging position and forced her legs over it again.
Now I look stupid and I’m upside down, she thought momentarily. The music was still out of beat. Was she off? Was the music off? She had to be off. The musicians weren’t twenty feet off the ground counting on their muscles for dear life.
She began to swing the trapeze, climbing in arcs, pulling herself to the top side of the bar, turning flips, ceasing thinking and beginning to rely solely on muscle memory. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how she had been taught.
As the trapeze started back down into another swing, she let go of the bar. There was an audible gasp from the audience – did they really think she had fallen? – Lucrezia shifted in the air, focusing on the safety net below her, angling her body. It got closer, closer, closer still…
And then there was impact. The feeling of a thousand webbed fibers bounding back against her momentum. She rolled out of the net and sprang to her feet, already hearing the beginnings of a round of applause.
Was the music still off-beat? Why yes, she believed it was. And where was the ribbon? That was out of synch, too.
Lucrezia looked up, searching the rafters. Where on earth was her ribbon? That fall hadn’t been the end of the act. She was wasting time. If the ribbon didn’t get let down, she’d have to end it here on the ground, which wasn’t nearly as good.
A few more valuable seconds passed while Lucrezia kept her gaze trained skyward. The audience had apparently caught on that there was something going on, because they quieted down.
Finally, in a tumble of orange fabric, the ribbon descended from the ceiling. Lucrezia stepped towards it and performed the first rudimentary wraps around her hands quickly before anchoring her feet into it. She had to be careful now – the ribbon wasn’t over the net. Testing her grip, she began to climb, pausing every so often to spin, tumble, or twirl. Each move was greeted with an “ooh!” or an “ah!” from the crowd as she appeared to come dangerously close to falling.
The audience didn’t know how right it was. She could feel her hands slipping, the wrappings becoming slick with sweat. She scurried up the last ten feet or so and climbed panting onto the catwalk. Below her, there was thunderous applause, but Lucrezia felt like she’d blown it. She’d been out of synch with the music the whole time. She’d paused too much. It had been terrible.
She shakily climbed down from the riggings and did her best not to collapse backstage. Eight minutes. It had only been eight minutes? It had felt like eternity.
“Great job!” The ringmaster called to her as he ducked backstage after the next act had begun. “Pity someone gave the band the wrong music. You were great.”
Lucrezia tried to stifle her relieved laughs with the palms of her hands. Oh the irony!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:31 pm
oh vanity Username: oh vanity
Character Name: Manik, whose name means 'gem'.
Title: The Armless Indian Prince
Password: monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: His lack of arms attracts the spectators before he even makes a move. When the tigers, lions, snakes, and elephants are brought in, their eyes practically pop out of their eyes. "How can they possibly expect him to survive the wrath of those beasts without arms?" they ask amongst themselves, wondering if they'll have a bloodfest right before their eyes. And they are surprised a step further when he has the snakes coiling across his body while riding on the elephant or occasionally, a tiger. The only bloodfest they are going to see is when the tigers and lions are fed raw meat after his act is finished to congratulate their good behaviour. None are disappointed; they had enough thrill watching the armless boy play with his dangerous beasts.
One thing that seperates his acts from other tiger trainers, besides his armless body, is the fact that he does not use whips to control them. Instead, he prefers to show their beauty to the audience with the power of 'love', he says.
Appearance: A thin boy of twelve, he has the dark skin of those born in India, and most importantly, he is armless by birth. He has large, dark eyes and hair that would otherwise be sleek if it wasn't for his never brushing it. He never bothers to cut it, either, now that the person who had adopted him is dead. Thus, he wears it long and sometimes uses it as a curtain to hide his face when he sees a stranger that he does not trust.
On his frail body are a scars and scratches from tigers, lions, and other big cats that he trains and plays with. The biggest is on his tigh; a large gash made by a claw of one of the fiercest tigers that he had encountered on the ring. He doesn't blame the tiger, though, and believes that its purpose was not to harm him.
Sometimes he wears a turban on stage which is encrusted with fake jewels, but most of the times he prefers to have his hair loose as he performs. Plus, he is too lazy to tie it up for every performance. So instead, he wears a fake band of gems around his head to go with the numerous gold and gemmed (all fake of course, for now) necklaces and chain belts that he adorns to make himself look more mystical. He wears a long robe of silk in exotic colors of green and sometimes purple, to stand out on the stage. On his feet are black shoes that curl upwards at the front.
As for stage make up, he usually has bright eye make up on his face to contrast with his dark eyes. Glitter is occasionally sprayed on his body and hair to look like he is shining on the stage as he performs.
Off stage, however, he would rather be free from clothes, but does wear cargo shorts because the girls and women on the caravan complained about how immodest it was when he was naked. He hates washing but loves swiming with the tigers and that is the only time he gets clean.
Personality:
Although he is one of the bravest on stage, amazing the spectators by his bold acts such as putting a snake's head in his mouth or kissing tigers on their noses, he is shy towards humans and avoids them if possible. Therefore, one could say that his approaching the ringmaster in order to get his current job was an unusual act of daring for him. His trust on human beings slowly decreased with all the teasing he recieved from kids his age, and then completely dropped down to nothing when his guardian was murdered. That is why he prefers the companionship of animals, whom he claims will never betray him.
Although he does do small favors to the few people in his life that he does dare to trust, he does not speak to them, and certainly never asks them for help bcause he is fiercely independent. He will probably shrink back from any bold moves made towards him to get him to talk and definately does not like anyone touching him, except for the person that does his make up.
World and History:
World Type A.
Manik was born in India without arms due to an unexplainable condition. Disgusted with the baby, his parents put him up for adoption and Manik has never heard of them since, although he has heard from the orphanage that they were a rather rich lot. He was then picked up by a foreign woman with a taste for exotic things and was raised speaking English and French in England. The friendly woman taught him a a variety of skills, such as playing musical instruments with his toes and dancing. However, he was enchanted the most by the snakes that the woman kept in a large aquarium in the house. He'd take them out and let the coil around him, fearless and free from the knowlege that they were dangerously poisnous. The woman scolded him repeatedly for this and let him play with the baby tiger and monkey that she was keeping instead, but he kept going back for the snakes even when he finally learned that they could kill them. He loved those snakes and whatever exotic animals that the woman brought in, and did not understand why the neighbors were so horrified when they saw them. The animals were his only friends for the first twelve years of his life, as he refused to go to school or mingle with the neighborhood children because they taunted him for having no arms.
However, his luck took a sharp turn and he was once again abaondoned when the woman's abusive boyfriend killed her and ran off with her money, leaving him moneyless and on the streets. The tiger, the monkey, and the snakes were all collected by a local zoo and he felt he had nothing left in his life.
That was when he saw a bright poster for The Cirque du Coeur Torve.
References: (optional, but very helpful)
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Manik waited silently behind the dark curtains that hid him from the audience, frozen on the spot and not having enough courage to even take a peek out. He could hear the ringmaster share a quick joke with the audience and then, finally, he heard his title boom out from tha man's megaphone: "Ladies and Gentlemen, here we have someone who will amaze you; maybe you have heard this phrase a hundred times before, but I insist there's nothing like it in any of the other circuses! Here we have a boy from India- oh, but not just a boy, but a prince! Yes, you heard correctly, a prince captured fresh out of the jungles of India!" Here, Manik loosened a tiny bit by snorting at this exaggerated, unbelieveable tale that the ringmaster was spinning out. The audience seemed to gobble the whole thing up, however, he could hear their murmers of interest increase.
The ringmaster continued on. "He dares to wrestle with tigers, charms snakes, and oh yes, rides elephants as comfortably as we walk. You've been waiting all your life to see him, yes you have; and I will proudly present to you, ladies and gentlemen, The Armless Prince Indian Prince!" The audience took a collective gasp; they were not expecting him to be armless, probably. This was his moment to take the first step out of the curtains and into being a real performer. Hadn't he being working months for this? Hadn't he been glad that he didn't have to clean up sloppy animal dung or clean up the mounds of trash from the stands? Oh, he definately had, but...he could not move his legs- they refused to budge and he could feel them go weak just from the cheers from the audience urging him to get a move on and perform for them.
He seemed to stall for too long, however, as someone hastily pushed him out of the curtains. He staggered a bit from the force to regain his balance and then stood. He could see his tigers and lions roaring in the bright red and yellow cage in the stage's left, and a variety of snakes in a large closed off container in the right. He took a terrified step forward as the ringmaster was obviously giving him a glare. He then remembered what the man had told him the day before: 'If you can't move at all, just pretend the audience is not there. Play with the tigers as you do daily'. He mumbled the whole thing to himself, and just before the audience got too restless and started throwing things at him, he opened the cage to let the tigers and lions out. Small pats on their backs kept them comforted enough to not get too anxious from the audience's cheers. Pricilla, one of the more playful tigers, nipped lightly at his silk outfit. He nuzzled her nose in response and like a switch, the audience's noise dimmed from his ears and he could barely feel their presence anymore. The show would start.
He led the tigers and lions- there were two each- to the middle of the stage where there were hoops, hurdles, and ladders all set up for him. He led Bonnie, one of the lions, to one of the hurdles and ordered her to jump over the hurdle set in front of him. Bonnie complied and earned her a bright smile from Manik. "Roll over," he instructs, and twirls his head to show the motion and she does so, showing her belly which Manik scratches with his toes. Bonnie purrs like a great big household cat. However, the moment of small victory is over when Clyde, the male lion, attacks Pricilla, who had been trying to wrestle playfully with him. He groaned, ordering Pricilla to come over by holding a bucket of pork with his foot, her favorite. He scratches off the idea of ordering Clyde to jump through the ring of fire, for he is sure Clyde would not even bother and even if he did, would probably end up knocking it down in anger and burning the entire stage and possibly himself.
After ordering the tigers and lions to do a variety of tricks (actually, Clyde seemed to refuse to do anything and only snorted at his face when he led him back in the cage), he moved on to the snakes. He couldn't do wrong with the snakes.
They were huge and disgustingly long, but he believed (rather foolishly) that they were perfectly harmless. They were rather sleepy, he knew, from digesting the mice that morning, but he picked sweetest one up and placed her on his head and neck, almost staggering from the weight of the reptile. A whistle brought in the elephant, Eliza in front of him along with one of the newcomers who placed a ladder in front of him so that he could climb up the elephant. This was the only part of the show that he needed help with; he simply could not go on the giant elephant without arms. As soon as he was hoisted up, with help from both the other boy and Eliza's nose, he started to lead her around the ring, letting the snake dazily slide across his skin.
When he finally stopped after touring around the ring and was once again, helped down, he took a bow and broke out of his own little world. He heard the audience holler and whoot. He couldn't show them as much about these fantastic creatues like he wanted to, but he felt he had shown plenty. Manik did not blame Clyde for refusing to do anything; he knew animals had bad days just like humans. With all of this in his head, he went back into the comforting curtains that hid him away from the eyes of the audience once more.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:33 pm
jayoku Username: Jayoku
Character Name: Cossette Du Levrie
Title: Le clown de Corde – The Rope Clown (would like to later become smile
Le Fileur de Cordon - The Ribbon Spinner (would then go to smile
Ddanseur de Corde Aérien - Aerial rope Dancer
Password: monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act:Since a very young age, Cossette has always been immersed in the act of spinning rope. Originally she lived on a cattle ranch and she developed cattle roping skills out of necessity,( those bovines aren't going to grow brains anytime soon). Later on she started to use the rope for tricks to try and encourage younger folk to learn the skill. Now a rope that is used to rustle up cattle is heavy, basically you can only use it to lasso, but one day while practicing , she found that she could manipulate it with even more grace and maneuverability. She is also able to ride horse back, western style of course.
Her talent lay in making the rope behave like some long silvery serpent that is trying to wrap itself around her. Her style is very country western, but she hopes to take it a step further by trying other mediums, ribbon, loose steel cables you name it she would try it. (Basically I want her to start out as a sideshow doing rope tricks, and then developing into a main act in which she is able to make the ribbon seem like it is a living thing she dances with, the dancing is the part she will have to pick up at the circus. As her strength increases she will go into more death-defying feats and be a rope dancer. Image will be shown for reference.)
Appearance: Standing at 5'9 she was taller than her four brothers by an inch. Her hair is long an orange red, some would call it rust colored. Her eyes are fairly big and expressive, as well her lips. Tall but certainly not thin, the muscle she had gotten cattle ranching with her family has gotten her fully developed leg and arm muscles. Some often mistake her for a boy. She often wears your typical cowboy hat, though hers has a silk ribbon tied around the base. The ribbon is red, the hat is black. She is not one for dresses, though she will wear one if the occasion needs it. She is more comfortable in full chaps and a shirt, of course there are pants under those chaps, the chaps are black as well as her pants, shirt is normally a dull gray color.. Can't forget her black boots, with a low heel of course, who can ranch in heels anyway?
Personality: Some would say she was bull headed. Once she puts her mind to something it is hard to sway her off the path, even if it leads to her destruction. Good natured on the whole, she knows when to take a joke and when it has gone too far. Always up for a challenge she isn't afraid to try new things. She is pretty hard on herself though and even though she gives good advice to others she tends to not follow them herself.
World and History: World type A
Cossette grew up on the outskirts of France, and though cattle ranching seems a bit unheard of, her family had decided to go against tradition (who wants to grow grapes anyway?) and try something new. Having four older brothers and being the only girl can have a certain degree of influence on you. Her name being as feminine as it was she grew up to be very tomboyish and adopted the Texas style of clothing and behavior. She may be a girl but she will be dammed if she would act like one. Now it seems odd for a girl of France to act like a Cow poke from a western movie. But she couldn't help it and neither could her brothers. Her parents originally came from Canada but when the cattle industry went down because of 'mad cow' they sold their ranch and bovines and decided to make a fresh start in France.
But a cattle rancher with always be a rancher at heart and thus they started the business again. The year is 1984 and things are looking good. Cossette had decided to become a member of the Circus when she discovered her talent for roping. While at first her practice was to get better as lassoing bovines, she soon fell to distraction and would practice other tricks that were not nearly as helpful. Deciding she would try and make her fame doing something other than ranching she went out and applied to Cirque du Coeur Torve.
References: Her almost perfect normal wear/Costume top for Rope Clown/Costumes pants for rope clown/Ribbon spinner 1/Ribbon Spinner 2/Rope Dancer
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So she wasn't the main attraction big deal. Cossette was ready for her own show and that was all the mattered. She took a deep breath trying to relax her already tense muscles, the rope in her hand was being gripped so tightly one would think it was going to try and escape. Licking her upper lip she could already feel a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She resisted the urge to wipe it away, knowing she would ruin her makeup if she did.
Twisting the rope in her hands, the gloves already started to catch the fraying bits or cord, causing her to wince. Her hands were calloused anyway, a little rope burn wouldn't hurt her. When she heard her name announced she bravely stood tall and walked out to the side stage where she was allowed to perform. Her costume was not to her liking, it was a dress, pink in color, and how she despised that color. Her hat was also pink the vest she wore had silvery hearts all over it. What a dumb costume, Cossette mentally thought to herself, but she knew she was suppose to be a clown. The makeup on her face illuminated a clown, she could only be...a clown.
She had higher hopes than this, perhaps not an main act but something with more pride than a clown. Though the people she worked with had never called it by the name, saying..she was an entertainer. Clown, is what it translated to in her mind. Ah well, she was finally here, baby steps is all she could take at the moment. One day she would be the talk of the town, the main act. That day would come.
The routine was simple, one that was pleasing to the eye and yet hard enough to make people gasp in wonder. The simple lasso, twirled around her head up and down; do a little dance, make the people smile. It started off without a hitch, she was smiling her large goofy smile, (acting wasn't her strong forte but she could pull off the few puzzled looks when the lasso would refuse to go into a the spinning routine.) This was how it started, a clown trying desperately to get the lasso to work and finally does so. With confidence the clown then tries to do a couple easy tricks, the audience usually laughs at her over the top facial expression of surprise when the trick does work. Gradually she will work in more difficult tricks until the very end. It was all working fine that is until that certain bead of sweat managed to trickle powered makeup into her eye. Temporarily blind during the spin of the lasso going down around her waist she felt the rope catch on her dress and yank out of her hand to only end up using the momentum to wrap around her, tangled up and only able to see out of one eye she fell down with a fairly heavy crunch.
The crowd was silent holding their breath but Cossette forcing a smile sat up and gave a shrug meaning oops and this was on purpose. She got up and not bothering to untangle the rope gave a silly wave to the audience and then tottered off stage. How horrific, her first time on stage and she goofed up. Her wrist hurt a bit as well, she hoped she hadn't sprained it. The numerous pats on her back were a surprise, all were congratulating her on such a creative performance. Many responding that her fall looked so real they thought she had actually hurt herself. Cossette could only smile.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 1:33 pm
Silent Spy Username: Silent Spy
Character Name: Leonardo
Title: The Beast Tamer
Password: monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Leonardo is a wild animal tamer, mainly specializing in taming lions. Leonardo does not need a whip or any object like most animal tamers; no, Leonardo has his own techniques and tactics. Leonardo has the capability to communicate with animals to calm them, he only uses the whip as a prop against those who are more difficult to calm.
Appearance: Leonardo is 6’3” tall and is very physically fit, but not abnormally muscular. At the age of twenty six, Leonardo looks quite intimidating. Leonardo has fine short jet black hair with cool and blue eyes that seem as if they could entrance anyone he makes eye contact with. Leonardo is very neat and tidy, always concerned with how he looks, making sure his hair is style just right and that his clothes are of the latest fashion, although often seen wearing a black button down shirt with dark jeans when he is not performing. When Leonardo is performing, he wears the attire of a hunter to turn the performance into a full act.
Personality: Leonardo is a charmer. Whether he is charming an animal to calm them and command them or just flirting with a girl, Leonardo’s charismatic skill gets him by. He’s a ladies man, although he is not the type to go around crushing women’s hearts deliberately. In fact, its usually Leonardo’s heart who is crushed. He is really sensitive emotionally, but tries to hide it through his tough and strong physical appearance. Leonardo’s relationship problems lead to him having few friends in the world. As a result, Leonardo finds himself communicating with animals, mainly lions, for friendship and support.
World and History: World Type B.
Leonardo was raised by two loving parents for the first ten years of his life. These years were some of the happiest times of Leonardo’s life. His parents used to take him out camping and hiking through mountains. For Leonardo’s tenth birthday, his family took him to a savannah, far away from where they lived, as a present to him. There they learned about many animals in the savannah as they camped outside.
On one hot day, Leonardo and his parents ran out of water, so they set out to search for a waterhole. As they were filling up their canteens, a pack of lions attacked the animals who were drinking from the hole. Leonardo’s parents panicked and tried to fight off the lions to protect their son. In doing so, they were killed by the lions, leaving only Leonardo alive.
Leonardo, lost in the savannah with no parents, returned to his camping grounds that his parents had set up. Leonardo stayed in his tent for several days, mourning the loss of his parents, before seeking out revenge against the lions. Leonardo equipped himself with plenty of food, water and his father’s rifle in case of emergency.
After two days of searching, the young Leonardo came face to face with a pack of lions. However, instead of killing the lions, Leonardo pleaded to them, telling them his story. Oddly enough, the lions understood what Leonardo had said. This was Leonardo’s first realization of his powers to communicate with animals.
Using his powers of animal communication, Leonardo was able to live in the savannah for thirteen years, using other animal’s for resources. If Leonardo needed food, he would have lions help get meat for him. If Leonardo needed a message sent, he would ask a bird to deliver a message for him.
However, Leonardo became lonely, feeling empty from being without contact from humans for so long. Leonardo left the savannah and set off to return back to the modern civilization, to find that so much had changed.
Leonardo felt estranged to the rest of the world, as if he were some type of freak. For another two years, Leonardo wandered around, feeling miserable and depressed. Leonardo eventually began to make some friends, mainly girlfriends, which did not last for a long time. As soon as Leonardo told them about his past, they would usually run out on him calling him a freak.
Leonardo then found an advertisement for the Cirque and suddenly became inspired to join the Cirque as a lion tamer. He would finally be able to find others who understand him while using his powers for benefit. And with that, Leonardo set out to join the Cirque caravan.
References: Lion Tamer Clothing (Reference just for clothing.)
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Prompt Response Leonardo stood in the wings nervously, tightening his cold sweaty fists as the ringleader introduced him. Leonardo never had this much attention and pressure brought on him before. Leonardo slowly walked out of the wings, into the main area nervously. Leonardo smiled and waved at the audience around him, as he was told to do, while the lion was set free from its cage, letting out a mighty roar. The audience gasped as the lion charged at Leonardo. Leonardo spun around and pulled out his whip, the act has just begun. Leonardo let out a soft roar, to tell the lion its instructions. The lion leapt at Leonardo as he dove out of the way. Leonardo then cracked its whip at the lion and backed away cautiously as he grumbled some more instructions that only a lion could understand. The lion then stopped moving and looked at Leonardo with eyes of wonder. Leonardo is now the one in control. Leonardo carried on with the rest of his act as he ignited the hoop that was being held several feet above the ground. The hoop burst into flames as the lion charged at it, just as Leonardo had told it to do. The lion leapt and jumped through the burning hoop without a single burn on its fur. As the lion leapt through the flames, Leonardo had a sudden vision of his parents, which quickly faded away at the bursting sound of applause from the audience. At last, Leonardo had found a purpose.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:21 am
Zyara Username: Zyara
Character Name: Nagendra
Title: The Serpent Charmer
Password: Monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Since she was a child, Nagendra has a special gift with snakes and has learned to use them in her dancing and with tricks involving fire. All snakes are highly aggressive and venomous that she uses in her acts, and have been known to occasionally lash out at their owner. With calming movements, musics, and the occasional foreign word, a silent spell seems to en-wrap the serpents. Out of all of her snakes, her most favorite one to use in her charming/dancing acts, is Mikhalo, a snake from her own world. Her dancing, much common like Belly Dancing, involves usually four snakes. Though she rarely uses the sacred dancing of her kindred, Nagendra's most well known act is simply "Snake-eating", a rare and rather sicking act involving her pet snake, Mikhalo to consume her body. The trick varies depending on the temper of her beloved pet and if she is willing to transform.
Appearance: Nagendra is a seductive beauty and a temptress with her very soft brown complexion, ruby lips and apple kissed cheeks to complement her features. She is a fairly petite woman in most respects as she stands at 5'3" and has a thin, whimsical frame, her skin unmarred and smooth, and showing no signs of an ruff past. Nagendra has a tendency to make sure her body look good at all angles and enjoys the attention she could obtain with the simple things as a side glance or even the slightest hint of a smile, this often leading hints of her 'narcissistic' nature. Vibrant, raven hair runs softly with the occasional loose curl to rest against the top of her slender shoulders. She has also came to acquire wearing a bright green bindi on her forehead, having fallen in love with the strange jewel custom. With his head resting upon the upper corner of her right breast, a golden snake has been tattooed, his body wrapping down the center of her chest, and then lazily ending around her waist. The only odd thing that would show she was not human, would be the serpent shaped eyes, having slits for pupils instead of ovals, and her eyes being a murky gold.
For clothing, Nagendra wears the elegant clothing of the traditional dancers of India, wearing an emerald beaded bra with a golden fringe. In the middle of the chest piece, white and pink sequins beaded together to form elegant flowers. A sheer skirt of the same emerald color is hangs off her hips, with a matching belt of the same beaded material. She wears no shoes, but has two anklets that jingle softly with each step. Around her neck, or sometimes seen entwine on her waist, a vibrant black and blue snake lays watching those around her with his auburn colored eyes, flicking his black tongue out in annoyance, this snake often referred to as Mikhalo. This odd serpent is always with Nagendra and is ruffly the size of a modern day boa.
Personality: Nagendra is quiet narcissistic in nature and, at times, accused to be very egotistical. Her mood swings range from coy to flirtatious, and has been known to use her charm and looks to get herself something she wants. However, as sweet as she tends to be, much like a snake, she can be quiet viscous when threatened, even if this may be by something as simple as a friendly competition and has known to lash out on others. Though this side of the Snake charmer is rare, it does still exist and can sometimes cause a problem.
World and History: World B. Since she was a child, Nagendra has always been fascinated and playing with snakes, after all, serpents played a key part in her tribes religion and history. When she was seven, Algaria Shaman approached all children of the seventh harvest and introduced them to the trial of faith, a thick black pit whose stomach was swollen with venomous snakes. The task was simple, each child would descend into the pit and stand onto a small podium. While they each awaited, the Shaman above would slowly drip boiling water down into the pit to aggravate the snakes, causing them to lash out with their venomous fangs towards each other and child. Should the child be able to stay within the pit for ten minutes without being killed, then a rope ladder would slowly be descended for them to escape the death trap. For those who survived, it was then decreed that they where blessed by Slyiliana, the Goddess of the Serpents.
When Nagendra's turn came, she calmly stepped into the pit, unaware that the seven children before her laid dead in their mother's huts. With a sweet and steady voice, the young child would slowly begin to talk to the serpents, asking her brothers to hold back their strong bite and to let her live. If they had done so, she would dance for them for as long as needed. The Shaman, watching, would begin to pour the boiling water down upon the snakes, all hissing as they slithered quickly in the pit, and once more, began the deadly game of lashing out.
"Ashra dhlilia vhragm ovria..." While singing softly in a prayer, Nagendra began to dance for the snakes, her body moving gracefully and with ease. The dance, known in today's word as the Snake Dance, was choppy, but slowly began to work. One by one, each snake would slowly cast slitted eyes upon the girl child, bodies swaying with rhythm before they began to en-wrap their own bodies on her legs, arms, chest and neck. The Shaman smiled as he watched the dance, though it had many faults, and, when the child was done, slowly lowered the rope ladder and pulled her up. Nagendra had passed the test, and would surely move on to better things. This is the only story that Nagendra will tell about her past, and, if pressured to tell more, will often lash out on them, very much like the vipers did in the pit so long ago.
So why now does the girl who became a young woman look to join a simple circus? Who knows, for not even she is sure. Perhaps it's the want of adventure, or the chance to search for something new. Either way, this would be her only way out of her home. Her home that became her personal pit.
References: Outfit
Snake dancing exp
Mikhalo [this was added to give some information on the snake she always has with her.] Mikhalo is a rare species of snake found in Nagendra's homeland. She found him when she was eight in a nest east of her village. Having raised the snake since he was a baby, they have a special bond together. Now, although Mikhalo in his natural state is only the size of a boa python, he does have the ability to shift into his true form. This form is rarely used save for when in a show. Fully measured, Mikhalo is over twenty-five feet long, weights just over 258 pounds and comes with a more protective skin that bares several layers of spikes. He can maintain this form as long as needed, but, Nagendra doesn't keep him in this form no longer than thirty minutes to an hour.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen....Thank you for showing up for my little side show. My name is Nagendra, and I am the Snake charmer. For those who are wondering, this act is more than just admiring a few serpent friends of mine. In fact, this show I would advice little kids to stay out of, however, if they wish to see it, then by all means let them stay...." Nagendra loved the crowd. In fact, she almost loved them as much as she did herself, so to speak. Today was going to be her first act and if she was afraid, well, her body language wouldn't give her away in one bit. It had been over a week since she had joined the circus and after many times insisting that she could pull off even a side show, the ringmaster had given her a chance. Now, looking around her at the meek crowd of maybe ten, the idea didn't seem like such a good idea. After all, how could one become a giant start if one didn't have a crowd to appease?
Though her 'stage' was set outside in the dirt and hot sun, at least Nagendra's request of having a semi-stage with red curtains (though tattered and hanging from a slowing unwinding rope) and a soft blanket in the middle had been complied. Tossing her hair quickly with a flick of her wrist, she would then raise her hands out in front of her, palms facing upwards.
"Now, I'm sure some of you have come to believe that Snake Charmers use magical flutes to lure snakes out of baskets. Please take this in full aspect when I say you are wrong. This is a rather degrading act of snake charming....However..."
As if on cue, a brief billow of flames would rise from the stage, encircling Nagendra before slowly dying down. Wrapped around her arms two Cobra's laid calmly, their chest balancing on her palms, their hoods unfolded as they hissed at the audience. A few people clapped meekly at the brief change of act, while others would murmur quietly.
"Now, now. Don't be so mean. Let's be nice to our new friends shall we?" Talking softly, the Snake Charmer would slowly bring one of the snakes towards her, he in turn coiling back intended to strike. Nagendra kept eye contract with the snake, who in turn would slowly shift back and forth as he rocked on her arms. Lending forward, she would place a gentle kiss beak of the snake, before moving her head swiftly to the left, avoiding the fast strike of the black creature. The crowd would clap somewhat again, though more interested then earlier.
Well...this could go worse. However, if they want to see something interesting... A wicked, yet intriguing smile would come to her lips as she lowered her arms, the cobras unwinding themselves and curling mid-stage.
"Shoo...they have not come to see you today. I think they are here to see Mikhalo. Shoo..." Together this time, both snakes would lurch out at Nagendra, with full intention of filling her veins with poison, only to be caught in midair behind their skulls. "Temper, Temper you two. I think you may need a short time out." Lifting up the snakes, she would carry them carefully to a box hidden behind the right curtain, dropping them in and shutting it tight.
"Alright, let's move to the fun part shall we? I'm about to introduce you to Mikhalo, but first let me tell you a little about him. Mikhalo is a rare serpent from my home country. There he is seen as one of the many children of our Goddess Slyiliana. Now, I must beg you to be as quiet as possible for him. You see, he is still quiet shy to this world, and loud noises seem to upset him. Please, and I ask this nicely, do not scream or make any sudden movements as you may also unintentionally grab his attention. And, truth be told, we want his focus on me, not yourself."
A silent hush would run through the audience as mothers would 'shh' their children and others held their breath in both compliance and curiosity. Slowly, Nagendra would sit down on the stage, her legs outstretched in front of her. A soft drumming would start to pick up off stage, it's dull yet lulling humming seeming to en-wrap the crowd.
"Isshrato...Ahara...Parmilissssta..." The hissed words would come softly from the parted lips, Nagendra turning her attention off stage, slowly motioning something to come towards her.
"Come on...they won't hurt you. I promise." Wandering eyes would watch the left side of the stage carefully, searching for whatever it was the Snake Charmer was speaking so carefully to. Slowly the giant creature would emerge, slithering out in a winding pattern towards Nagendra. A gasp of shock and horror ran through the crowd as mothers clutched their children tightly and grown men shivered at Mikhalo.
"Oh..my..God...what have you created?" and elder woman would whisper as she wrapped her arms around her body tightly, taking a few steps back, not wanting to be closer to the snake than needed.
Mikhalo was enormous, it's body clearly over twenty-five feet long, and, had it not been for his dark blue and black skin, would have been mistaken for a cousin of the Anaconda. Smelling the crowd with his thick yellow forked tongue, the snake would turn his massive head towards the crowd, causing several to stumble across each other in order to move further away from the cold blooded creature.
"Mike..Mike! Is that thing an anaconda? It's huge!! Wait..is she planing on eating that thing? What's she going to do?" A thin, horse-faced woman would ask, tugging ruffly on her husband's elbow.
"I'm not sure what it is, but it's not from here. Look at those spikes! Nothing we have looks like that." With a meaty finger, Mike would point to the elongated black and white spikes that would penetrate from the serpent's back, each half a foot long. "And....Margaret...um..I don't think she's going to eat the snake."
"Then what is she going to do with that monster?!"
"I think she's going to let it eat her..." The couple would return their attention to the front stage as the giant serpent adverted his attention back to Nagendra, who still sat calmly on the stage, keeping her full attention on Mikhalo. A sharp crack and crunch would come from his jaw as he slowly began to unlock, allowing the massive jaw to open large enough to swallow a cow. Or in this case, a woman.
"Papa!! His teeth are as big as my hands!!" A young boy would exclaim, holding his hands out before him to show his father.
"I think they're bigger!" his brother would comment in admiration.
"I'll be feedin' ya both to it if ya don't hush on up!" The eldest man, their father would mutter, popping both boys on the back of the head. "Now be a'quiet. I wan' see 'er get eatin'!"
Raising it's body in a curl, the snake would then lash forward to the outstretched feet, scooping them up in it's unlocked jaws and quickly swallowing up to Nagendra's calves. The process was painless for the Snake Charmer, though the crowd did not know this, and, as ruff as Mikhalo would make it look to be, he was well trained to be gentle with his friend.
Crunch!
The sound of snapping bones would ring across the crowd as the snake continued to consume it's trainer, Nagendra snapping back her head as she cried out in pain. Softly at first, then louder the crunching continued, the horrible sound of breaking bones filling the ears of those around the group. By now, the snake was up to the Charmer's waist and was not stopping. People watched as the woman was being eaten by the snake, slowly shifting from one foot to another as they watched the trainer cry out in agony and the continuous sounds of bones being crush and snapped. A mother would cover her child's eyes in horror as the form of Nagendra's was seen pushing against Mikhalo's body, able to make out where her feet, legs, and now arms where.
It would only take five minutes of watching before Nagendra had been swallowed to the neck by the giant snake. She heard cries of disbelieve as she made one last cry of pain, inhaled a sharp breath, and, with one final lurch, the serpent had fully consumed the body of the Snake charmer.
"Oh my god...you can see her face pushing from the skin!" True enough, from the side of Mikhalo, the features of the woman was seen.
"Wait...how's she going to get out..? Or did she kill herself and we just witnessed one of those suicide acts?!"
One after another the crowd began to get restless. Some wanted to help the woman, others to afraid to move. As the noise of the concerned got louder, Mikhalo would dart his tongue furiously at the crowd the noise slowly getting to him before he would hiss at the crowd. Nagendra, now caught snug within the snake between his elongated ribcage would smile contently to herself as she heard the muffle shock from inside the snake. Waiting a few minutes, or until she couldn't breath much longer, the Snake Charmer would slowly turn herself around. Already the transformation had begun, and, unknowingly to the Audience, had been what they heard.
"She's disappearing!!" A child would cry as he watched the large bulk in the snake completely inflate, leaving nothing to be seen at all. "Where is she mama?!"
Once more, the giant snake would unlock his jaws, waiting patiently for his tamer to immure. The audience watched the snake, fascinated to see what would happen next, when, to their surprise, a elongated brown and green snake would emerge from Mikhalo's mouth. It seemed to be unharmed and, after coiling back and lashing it's fangs at the crowd would slither off sharply towards the right of the stage. The sounds of breaking bones would once more fill the ears of the crowd and, after a few minutes, a slightly more drenched Nagendra would step back on stage.
"Well, I must admit, I always feel better to get out of Mikhalo..and I'm sure he feels the same..." Quietly, then picking up, the crowd would clap admiringly, Nagendra, reaching out to pet the Giant serpent's head.
"Thank you....thank you. Now, I hate to eat and run, but Mikhalo and I are very tired. Thank you for visiting the circus and please friends, don't try that at home. I'd hate to get a mail that you where unable to come back out." Grinning as she took a bow, both woman and snake would walk/slither off stage, a silent sigh of relief seen before they sat calmly down on the grass.
"Alright mister big, bad, monster...time for the adorable you." As if on command, the snake began to rapidly shed it's skin, wrapped in a cocoon of cracked substance. Nagendra would reach down into a hole in the shredded skin, holding her hand out as a much smaller, and less spiked Mikhalo would wined around her arm and rest his head contently on her shoulder. Patting the snake softly on the head, Nagendra would lean back on her elbows.
"You did good my friend...you did very good..."
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