Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes: Circus Of Blood And Fire (Recruiting)

[DartimusRae]

Jason Soft Paw

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Name: Jason Softpaw
Age: 24
Home State:[Nevada/b]
Desired Role: Act
Place of Hierarchy:New Talent

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 226 lbs
Physical Description: Lean like his tribal people, but stronger than he appears. A couple of scars line his otherwise handsome, Native American face. Hidden below his clothes, his arms and chest are lined with bite and claw marks, all of them he considers a mark of honor from the great wolves. His grey eyes mark high intelligence, and an almost feral look to them, matching the animals he tends. At any normal time, he’s dressed in a loose white shirt and leather pants, with heavy leather boots to protect his feet from often over-playful wolf cubs. His hair is worn long, and braided with beads made of bone, and the occasional feather, but often bound by a leather cord. 


Personality: Often considered stoic or void of emotion, Jason is a hard man to read until you get to know him. Once he opens up, he is kind, compassionate, and willing to do what he can to help. He is every much like his wolves, a dominant personality to those who show the slightest hint of submissive behavior. Only those who show as much or more superiority to him have his immediate respect. It’s not arrogance, but more of the nature of the beasts that he trains, something he has to do to keep from being ripped apart by the very animals that represent his totem.

Brief History: Jason lived a simple life, living on the preservations like so many of his family before him. However, as a small child of four, he went ranging too far, and like all small children, got into mischief. Chasing grasshoppers was too mundane for him, and the call of nature was too much for him to resist. A mile or two from home, a storm rolled in, and he took shelter in the nearest cave he could find, only to find himself sharing space with a hungry black bear. A single swipe at the boy was all the bear got, marking his cheek and jaw, before a large black wolf came to his rescue. His tribe spoke for years how he was saved by that wolf, for it is said he was returned on the back of that wolf. The people had taken up arms to defend themselves, before the people noticed the barely conscious boy clinging to the wolf’s soaked fur. It was this reason, that the wolf treated him so gently, that he earned his name “Softpaw”.

Jason was not treated any differently, or given any encouragement to follow the path he did now. When he was in his teens, he saw by chance a show about a man who lived with wolves and cared for them, acting like an alpha to the pack. Once more, his dreams were filled by the large black wolf, and he felt his calling. It wasn’t long after that, that Jason found himself in a unique position. A wolf had gone after the tribe’s herds, and the wolf was shot. He noticed the female was nursing, and he followed her trail back to the den. A couple of the men wanted to destroy the helpless cubs, right then and there, but he wouldn’t allow it. He had found his calling, and took in the four newborn cubs that very moment. It caused a fight in the tribe, but in the end, he won, and the people helped him get the proper licenses to keep and care for the cubs. When they were fully grown, Jason felt the call to take his pack and leave, and he traveled, gaining two more wolves for his pack, until he found the circus, hopefully, to the place where he and his pack could live peacefully, and where he could share his passion for the animals that shared his home.

Introduction Post: Jason nervously approached the circus, and paid the fee for admission. He had no modern electronics, so he wasn’t worried about having to give anything up. He didn’t like leaving his pack behind, because normally a crowd like this would be the perfect place for him to actually show people that wolves were not murderous beasts out for blood. However, he knew better than anyone that wolves tempers could turn in an instant, as many of his scars could attest. Still, they’d be fine in his camper for a couple of hours at least.

Jason was stunned by the show, all the way to Elizabeth’s fiery finale. However, there was an element of danger lacking, and the lean male knew what this act needed. He had seen a circus before, and had seen the lion and tiger tamers, hiding behind whips and cages, treating their animals like slaves. No, his idea had even more risk, but also a chance for him to show thousands at a time that wolves were not out for human blood. With that idea in mind, he left the show, and started asking how to get a meeting with the Ring Mistress. It took some time, but he managed to get his wish, but not before getting his Beta, which he had named Moon Child, for the white circle on her otherwise grey head.

Jason used no chains or leads for the wolf, only a couple of short grunted growls, which was how he could “talk” to his beta. She never strayed beyond a foot from his side, no matter that they passed a delicious looking horse on the way. Once at the tent, he waited until he was admitted entry, before he and his wolf walked in. “I think I may have that missing link in your acts. If I might have a moment, I’d like to explain what I have.” He said, his face an emotionless mask, save for the feral excitement in his eyes. He knelt down beside Moon Child, putting an arm around her before speaking again. “Other circuses use bears, tigers, or some other creature as a way to add terror and suspense to the show. But they cower behind whips, and cages. What I offer has the potential for my own death at the fangs of my pack, at any moment. But at the same time, a chance to educate the masses about wolves.

“No two shows will ever be the same, because wolves by their nature, are unpredictable. If my position of Alpha was not secured in my pack, Moon child here would rip my throat out without a care in the world. But as long as I lead them surely, Alpha I will remain. I can show people the beauty in their lethality, strength and grace, agility and stamina. I can show them how a pack works as a unit, all for a common goal.” Jason remained knelt beside the wolf, who sad next to him without so much as a tail wag. Her ears twisted in all directions, alert, and ready to act if her alpha called her to. The bond between Man and Wolf was clear, and he practically exuded raw dominance. It would not go without notice that Jason never lifted his chin beyond a certain point, an action that would have been seen as submission to the wolf beside him. “On top of this all, my life is for the wolves that I lead. I have five more that look to me, and follow my will as surely as Moon Child did when we entered the tent. We are on the last of our funding, and we need to make money so that I can continue to feed them. Hunting permits cost, and not many areas are willing to let wolves run their land. I promise you, taking us in will never be a regret.” He said, certain that he had the position. At least, that’s how he appeared. Just enough confidence, without being arrogant or cocky. He waited for Elizabeth to speak, for now the ball was in her court, and the fate of him and his pack, now rested in her hands.

Likes: Wolves, whiskey, women, traveling, hunting with his pack
Dislikes: Poachers, trappers, wolf hunters, biased fears, being unable to hunt for or with his pack

[Cream]

Dartimus - I will look over your sheet this evening, I'm about to go into work for an all day shift.

I will have a post up for Lawrence this evening, and hopefully be able to finish up with my relationship threads.  Muse was being bitchy last evening, so I barely managed to get a sub-par Elizabeth post up that I didn't even bother proof reading, so mind the mistakes x.x

[Cream]

For new viewers, we have lost a couple of players and our needs have changed.  Where as we once had a surplus of females, things have equaled out so we will be accepting characters of either gender.  If you have any questions not covered, or have an idea for a character, feel free to message me and I will get back to you as soon as possible :).

[Flower]

Yay second charrie! :)

Olaana

Name: Olaana Noemi
Age: 23
Home State: Mississippi
Desired Role: Act/ Beast Master
Place of Hierarchy: Elizabeth's Talent

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel with speckles of brown and green
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Physical Description: Olaana is a woman of tall height with long flowing hair, which reaches to the middle of her back when completely straighten, although most of the time it is in loose curls that form around her face or in a pony tail. Her entire back is tattooed with a spider web with a black widow at the center of her back. Due to the nature of her work, there are marks along her arms and legs due to hard labor along with miscalculations. Her hands are not smooth though not completely callused. She has gentle curve that displays her femininity.

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Personality: Olaana is a gentle person due to the extreme amount of patience necessary when dealing with animals. She is often found in a good mood with a smile on her face. There are moments when her temper flares up, but she manages to suppress killing someone by going for jogs around the circus grounds. She's a morning person with a love for sweets. Her desire to satisfy her sweet tooth has turned her train car room into a garden on wheels. She plants various types of vegetables and fruits to be used in pies. When on stage, a transformation is made as she literally becomes one with her beast. It is only through rigorous training of herself and animals that the tricks are able to be performed flawlessly. Some say that she becomes some type of dancing spirit during her acts. Olaana has no issue getting dirty since it is a requirement when working with animals.

Brief History: One of the first sounds she heard upon taking her first breath into the world was the sound of an animal in the background of her mother's pained cries as she bleed out after giving birth to her. Olaana's father was a wildlife conservationist with interest in a wide variety of animals around the world. His love for his family and career often collided with each other, and this was the reason for the death of his wife. She was born in a foreign land since her father was in the process of researching a rare type of reclusive trope of monkeys. He was a selfish man, who was very much in love with his wife. So instead of leaving her in relative safety, her dragged his pregnant wife with him. The doctors traveling with them were not able to stop the bleeding caused by a tear made during birth. So as Olaana took her first breath, her mother took her last with just enough time to name utter a name for her only child.

The death of her mother sent her father in the depths of grief. Yet, instead of taking a step away from his career, her father drowned himself in work and completely ignored his daughter. Some whispered her father harbored a hatred towards her for killing her mother while other said it was due to her looking like a small replica of the woman. All throughout her childhood, she jumped from continent to continent with no friends other than the family pets to keep her company. From a young age, she displayed a skill with training her animals to do complex tricks. She watched her father for clues of how to do certain things with animals along with various television shows and books. Soon the animals in their house were well trained as a rescue or police dog, able to respond to a huge variety of commands. Her father took her under his wing for the first time to teach her about wild undomesticated animals. His presence was desired in many places so they were welcomed openly into zoos since many zoologist desired his knowledge to help animals in captivity to survive longer or reproduce. These were some of her favorite moments since she was allowed in the nursery homes where young animals without parents were being raised by humans.

Her education revolved around all types of animals from their behavior down to ailments common to specific species. Even though her father paid attention to her, it was not always for her benefit. He was harsh and impatient in his teaching with her. It seem to make him angrier that she did not reacted to his verbal taunts of her intelligence. So she was forced to endure his verbal abuse with a smile even though all his words killed her inside. Her only sanity was the animals. The animals helped her get through each day when alone and night when tears of sadness fell down her face. Part of her duties when dealing with smaller animals with her father during her training included cleaning after them, bathing, and feeding. It was not until they returned from a trip home to Africa did she encounter an amazing creature that literally touched her. By the time she was eighteen, Olaana was her father's legal apprentice and intern. She was a force in the research world along with an avid writer on different species she encountered.

Despite all these riches, she was not happy since her father still was not satisfied with her success. Her father's presence was requested in a small African town which was suffering from a series of attacks from a variety of animals. It seemed the village was a mecca for tragedy. In the past year, they had been raided by lions, losing children and older members along with having huts trampled by bull elephants. They arrived in the city just as one of the elephants left after killing another townsperson. The people were ready to take action into their own hands to shoot and kill any animal who came within town limits. This could not happen in her mind so she was given a time limit to stop the problem from happening. If she did not, a great deal of animals would be killed. Her father and her went to work, learning more about the creature's habits when away from the town.

It was then they learned a number of poachers were taking down calves illegally thus making the elephants act violently towards any human. They were coming near the village to move away from the poachers. The lions were a different case entirely. It appeared as though these were inexperienced male cubs just kicke from their homes. Neither appeared capable enough to take down a fully grown gazelle or buffalo so in their eyes the humans were easy prey. She worked day and night with her father to figure out a way to solve the issue. Relocate the animals or take care of the poachers? Neither option seemed to have a better success rate. It was always a risky move to relocate animals of such size. The villagers were getting antsy then all hell broke loose.

The day before chaos erupted, Olaana was speaking with some of the villagers about the issues faced with solving the problems of neighboring animals. It was clear to anyone with eyes that the people were tired of waiting for the problem to be fixed since it was taking longer than expected. After nearly an hour negotiation, she was given more time, which was proving to be a valuable commodity. Her father was ready to call it quits. It seemed an impossible task to deal without killing the animals. "The lions have already tasted man flesh. They will never stop hunting here." His attitude on the elephants was the same.

She was about to head back to the field for work when a strange looking man caught her eye. Curiosity made her head over along with the need to tell the newcomer about the dangers involved with staying. The conversation with him proved interesting, and even though she wanted to prod his mind, there was no time for the simple pleasure of conversation. The day progressed until the sun lowered over the horizon and the land was covered in darkness. Olaana retreated to her room for some mapping of nearby lands possible to lure the elephants toward.

The sounds of screaming stirred Olaana from sleep at her desk as she jolted upward then ran towards the door. An attack. It was happening again. She ran outside as the villagers tried to evade the huge legs of elephants coming toward them. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some of them picking up spears. "No!" The yell did not reach their ears. Violence begets only death. It solved nothing. She ran out in her clothes, wildly waving her hands to grab the elephants' attention. Her father's voice was behind her as she ran directly into the midst of danger with no other thought than to rescue the creatures from an ugly death. The men with the spears advanced forward. With no other method to gain the elephants attention, Olaana let out a blood curling cry. The attention she wanted was now on her. It seemed like time slowed for her as she jumped to stop a man from thrusting his spear into the underbelly of an elephant.

They hit the ground with a heavy thud as she tried to wrestle the spear away from him. He screamed at her in a language she could not fully comprehend, but enough was clear to know he was damning her soul. No one died on this night, but she was considered out of work. They only wanted her father's help now. It was death sentence for the animals. She was headed back to another city in the car when she heard a strange noise. Instinct lead her to stop as she headed on foot towards it. She witnessed the terrifying sight of a baby elephant caught in a trap with poachers surroundidng it. Olaana ran towards the men, not thinking of her safety. She picked up a thick branch along the way and knocked the nearest man across the head with it. They seemed so surprised by her actions that it took a while for them to react. She was shot in the shoulder. The men likely would have shot again if the sound of approaching elephants did not reach their ears.

From the sounds of it, there were a lot of them. So she and the baby elephant lay together in a pool of blood. Once again, time was against her, and she turned over despite her pain to fiddle with the trap. She knew it was useless since even if she managed it, the injured calf would not survive the wild. There was an audible clicking sound as the trap popped open. By then the adult elephants arrived as their young one hobbled over. She closed her eyes and prepared to be crushed under their foot. Nothing happened other than something brushing over her face then they were gone. That is when he came to her. The man from the village.

Introduction Post: (to be added upon discussion)

Likes: Animals, hard work, nature, photography, books, writing,
Dislikes: arrogance, stupidity, yelling, insults

[Flower]

Character with edits

Olaana

Name: Olaana Noemi
Age: 23
Home State: Mississippi
Desired Role: Act/ Beast Master
Place of Hierarchy: Elizabeth's Talent

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel with speckles of brown and green
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Physical Description: Olaana is a woman of tall height with long flowing hair, which reaches to the middle of her back when completely straighten, although most of the time it is in loose curls that form around her face or in a pony tail. Her entire back is tattooed with a spider web with a black widow at the center of her back. Due to the nature of her work, there are marks along her arms and legs due to hard labor along with miscalculations. Her hands are not smooth though not completely callused. She has gentle curve that displays her femininity.

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Personality: Olaana is a gentle person due to the extreme amount of patience necessary when dealing with animals. She is often found in a good mood with a smile on her face. There are moments when her temper flares up, but she manages to suppress killing someone by going for jogs around the circus grounds. She's a morning person with a love for sweets. Her desire to satisfy her sweet tooth has turned her train car room into a garden on wheels. She plants various types of vegetables and fruits to be used in pies. When on stage, a transformation is made as she literally becomes one with her beast. It is only through rigorous training of herself and animals that the tricks are able to be performed flawlessly. Some say that she becomes some type of dancing spirit during her acts. Olaana has no issue getting dirty since it is a requirement when working with animals.

Brief History: One of the first sounds she heard upon taking her first breath into the world was the sound of an animal in the background of her mother's pained cries as she bleed out after giving birth to her. Olaana's father was a wildlife conservationist with interest in a wide variety of animals around the world. His love for his family and career often collided with each other, and this was the reason for the death of his wife. She was born in a foreign land since her father was in the process of researching a rare type of reclusive trope of monkeys. He was a selfish man, who was very much in love with his wife. So instead of leaving her in relative safety, her dragged his pregnant wife with him. The doctors traveling with them were not able to stop the bleeding caused by a tear made during birth. So as Olaana took her first breath, her mother took her last with just enough time to name utter a name for her only child.

The death of her mother sent her father in the depths of grief. Yet, instead of taking a step away from his career, her father drowned himself in work and completely ignored his daughter. Some whispered her father harbored a hatred towards her for killing her mother while other said it was due to her looking like a small replica of the woman. All throughout her childhood, she jumped from continent to continent with no friends other than the family pets to keep her company. From a young age, she displayed a skill with training her animals to do complex tricks. She watched her father for clues of how to do certain things with animals along with various television shows and books. Soon the animals in their house were well trained as a rescue or police dog, able to respond to a huge variety of commands. Her father took her under his wing for the first time to teach her about wild undomesticated animals. His presence was desired in many places so they were welcomed openly into zoos since many zoologist desired his knowledge to help animals in captivity to survive longer or reproduce. These were some of her favorite moments since she was allowed in the nursery homes where young animals without parents were being raised by humans.

Her education revolved around all types of animals from their behavior down to ailments common to specific species. Even though her father paid attention to her, it was not always for her benefit. He was harsh and impatient in his teaching with her. It seem to make him angrier that she did not reacted to his verbal taunts of her intelligence. So she was forced to endure his verbal abuse with a smile even though all his words killed her inside. Her only sanity was the animals. The animals helped her get through each day when alone and night when tears of sadness fell down her face. Part of her duties when dealing with smaller animals with her father during her training included cleaning after them, bathing, and feeding. It was not until they returned from a trip home to Africa did she encounter an amazing creature that literally touched her. By the time she was eighteen, Olaana was her father's legal apprentice and intern. She was a force in the research world along with an avid writer on different species she encountered.

Despite all these riches, she was not happy since her father still was not satisfied with her success. Her father's presence was requested in a small African town which was suffering from a series of attacks from a variety of animals. It seemed the village was a mecca for tragedy. In the past year, they had been raided by lions, losing children and older members along with having huts trampled by bull elephants. They arrived in the city just as one of the elephants left after killing another townsperson. The people were ready to take action into their own hands to shoot and kill any animal who came within town limits. This could not happen in her mind so she was given a time limit to stop the problem from happening. If she did not, a great deal of animals would be killed. Her father and her went to work, learning more about the creature's habits when away from the town.

It was then they learned a number of poachers were taking down calves illegally thus making the elephants act violently towards any human. They were coming near the village to move away from the poachers. The lions were a different case entirely. It appeared as though these were inexperienced male cubs just kicke from their homes. Neither appeared capable enough to take down a fully grown gazelle or buffalo so in their eyes the humans were easy prey. She worked day and night with her father to figure out a way to solve the issue. Relocate the animals or take care of the poachers? Neither option seemed to have a better success rate. It was always a risky move to relocate animals of such size. The villagers were getting antsy then all hell broke loose.

The day before chaos erupted, Olaana was speaking with some of the villagers about the issues faced with solving the problems of neighboring animals. It was clear to anyone with eyes that the people were tired of waiting for the problem to be fixed since it was taking longer than expected. After nearly an hour negotiation, she was given more time, which was proving to be a valuable commodity. Her father was ready to call it quits. It seemed an impossible task to deal without killing the animals. "The lions have already tasted man flesh. They will never stop hunting here." His attitude on the elephants was the same.

She was about to head back to the field for work when a strange looking man caught her eye. Curiosity made her head over along with the need to tell the newcomer about the dangers involved with staying. The conversation with him proved interesting, and even though she wanted to prod his mind, there was no time for the simple pleasure of conversation. The day progressed until the sun lowered over the horizon and the land was covered in darkness. Olaana retreated to her room for some mapping of nearby lands possible to lure the elephants toward.

The sounds of screaming stirred Olaana from sleep at her desk as she jolted upward then ran towards the door. An attack. It was happening again. She ran outside as the villagers tried to evade the huge legs of elephants coming toward them. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some of them picking up spears. "No!" The yell did not reach their ears. Violence begets only death. It solved nothing. She ran out in her clothes, wildly waving her hands to grab the elephants' attention. Her father's voice was behind her as she ran directly into the midst of danger with no other thought than to rescue the creatures from an ugly death. The men with the spears advanced forward. With no other method to gain the elephants attention, Olaana let out a blood curling cry. The attention she wanted was now on her. It seemed like time slowed for her as she jumped to stop a man from thrusting his spear into the underbelly of an elephant.

They hit the ground with a heavy thud as she tried to wrestle the spear away from him. He screamed at her in a language she could not fully comprehend, but enough was clear to know he was damning her soul. No one died on this night, but she was considered out of work. They only wanted her father's help now. It was death sentence for the animals. She was headed back to another city in the car when she heard a strange noise. Instinct lead her to stop as she headed on foot towards it. She witnessed the terrifying sight of a baby elephant caught in a trap with poachers surroundidng it. Olaana ran towards the men, not thinking of her safety. She picked up a thick branch along the way and knocked the nearest man across the head with it. They seemed so surprised by her actions that it took a while for them to react. She was shot in the shoulder. The men likely would have shot again if the sound of approaching elephants did not reach their ears.

From the sounds of it, there were a lot of them. So she and the baby elephant lay together in a pool of blood. Once again, time was against her, and she turned over despite her pain to fiddle with the trap. She knew it was useless since even if she managed it, the injured calf would not survive the wild. There was an audible clicking sound as the trap popped open. By then the adult elephants arrived as their young one hobbled over. She closed her eyes and prepared to be crushed under their foot. Nothing happened other than something brushing over her face then they were gone. That is when he came to her. The man from the village.

Introduction Post:

I was destined to be a world renowned conservationist. Destined for greatness.

The words echoed in Olaana’s mind as she stood in a shadow of pure darkness. Everything over the past few months had changed after the situation in Africa. Her father was terribly mad with her for leaving the continent completely without him. His unquenchable anger reached to the highest of ears to tarnish her reputation. If she did not work with and under him, he did not want her to be allowed on another expedition. He sought to ruin her. It worked with some people while others sent their sympathies.

Why did you join the circus?

It was bound to be a question asked in the present and future. Her only logical explanation was the issue of the animals. Circus creatures were often breed in captivity and made to bend to the entertainment o men, women, and children with a whip. The animals were kept for a certain amount of time until the circus held no use for them. Then they were abandoned to a worse fate than death. Like in the plains of a foreign world, she could make a difference here as well. Dying did not frighten her since over the years she’d been faced with circumstances that might end her, but she knew the gratitude of those who could not speak for themselves. In the end, this was all that mattered to her. So as all the other decisions in her life, she joined the circus because of the animals needed a true leader. The animals needed a person who would see to all of their needs, both physical and mental.

The woman, Elizabeth, or more like child in a grown body did not please her. From her knowledge and experience, there could not be two females of power within the same area. There would always be one matriarch. Yet, like in the wild, the female leader must gain her place either through trials or being elected into the position by those around her. She, unlike some, did not judge purely on past actions, but present as well. Her first meeting with Elizabeth did not go exactly to plan due to an unforeseen circumstance. Even the animals sensed her weakness and inability lead as a true matriarch. There was no plan to become an upstart in this place since there were many unknowns, but her true loyalties would always rest with Lawrence.

Her head craned to the side, listening to the exchange between Lawrence and Elizabeth, as she reached upward to stroke through ebony hair. There was a familiar clicking sound, which she associated with cages. What are you doing, Lawrence? He had not told her the plan for tonight so she was to trust him. It was not a difficult task since he proved himself to her a long time ago. She knew him to be many things such their short time with each other. Friend. Companion. Lover. Yet, there was one role he could not fulfill in her life, and she would never ask it of him. Even still, the flickers of jealousy burned within her.

The sound of her name being called by him caused her to blink as she intentionally took a few seconds to make an appearance out of the shadows. Tension choked the air as she glanced over towards the open cages of the animals who seemed distrustful of this sudden action. Words were spoken from Lawrence on her behalf, but Olaana remained mysteriously quiet as she watched one of the felines draw closer to the entrance of the cage. My life is in the hands of an idiot. Her calm eyes shifted over to the woman without an ounce of fear, but time was not on their side.

“I have heard from Lawrence that you value your life and circus. Even more so, you value an essence which has been harnessed by you. I believe you will make the right choice. I would do so quickly though because the male lion is curious of those he is not familiar with. I guarantee you his inspection of us will not be painless. If you decided to allow pettiness to cloud your judgment, I have no issue with death.”

Elizabeth wouldn't take kindly to her words.  She'd say "The first thing that you must learn" and be interrupted by Lawrence "Is that you are nowhere near as important as the Spirit, Elizabeth.  The Spirit chooses its master.  You give it to her." Elizabeth would turn her head to the Tigers cage.  The large cats were the most dangerous, and the tiger seemed to be thinking about leaving its cage.  When the woman glanced over to the tigers, again Olaana’s calm voice spoke through the silence with the exception of growls, “It is not only those you should fear.” On the other side, the elephants were growing anxious. Patiently, she waited for the woman to place judgment on all of their lives. No doubt her fear was intoxicating to the predators. Elizabeth would stand up and bend over, and with a thin cloud of smoke she would place a bottle of spirit upon the ground.

The bottle was placed on the ground, and Olaana nearly took it as an insult. Was she trying to say that like the animals her belongings, meals and anything else, belonged on the ground? There was no time to exchange words. Plus, she’d had her belongings in worse areas. She walked over calmly despite the ticking clock since nothing roused a predator like a running target. Carefully, she picked up the small bottle, feelings its power course through her body, even without consuming it. Twisting the top, she drank it into herself. Into her soul.

“I dearly hope that he is correct about you, Olaana.  These animals are as much my family as any of my human family.  Take the spirit, and let me know that my decision wasn't a foolish one." She would of course mean that she wanted Olaana to calm the animals. Her eyes flashed at the woman’s words as she lifted one hand, and instantly the animals calmed. “We will have to see if your choice was foolish, won’t we?” Olaana gave a small bow to the woman then glance to Lawrence. She gave the woman her back since she did not fear the woman striking out at her. Not with the amount of power in her hands. Soon all of the cages were closed as the animals did not seem concerned with the humans. “Lawrence, are you ready to go?"

Likes: Animals, hard work, nature, photography, books, writing,
Dislikes: arrogance, stupidity, yelling, insults

[Niferbelle]

She looks awesome, DF, but all your girls are  ;)

[Flower]

-hugs-

Aww, thankies, Nifer. Longest character sheet ever though lol.

[LimitlessNikkie]

Erin

Name: Erin Jackson
Age: 24
Home State: Nevada
Desired Role: Act: Weapons Master
Place of Hierarchy: Elizabeth's talent

Hair Color: White blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 113lbs
Physical Description: Tall and extremely slender. She is very pale looking as if the sun had never touched her skin. There are faint scars on her hands and forearms though they are only visible if one looks closely.


Personality: Erin is cocky and confident. She is prickly using wit, sass, and sarcasm to keep people at arms length. She is friendly enough and willing to talk to anyone though there is a sense of danger she always carries with her. It is clear she only lets people close to her that she likes. She is fearless and it shows in the way she talks to people, how she conducts herself and her act where she risks her life on a regular basis. She exploits her innocent looks to hide the hard edged girl under a soft look and sweet smile. She is intense especially when preforming, but she carries a hint of that every moment of her life. When you gamble your life constantly every moment counts.

Brief History: Erin was born in vegas, a child born of love and desire between two fetish performers who were dedicated lovers. Erin was unfortunate in the fact that she never got to know her mother a sensual soft exotic woman with more self confidence then anyone else. Her father loved her mother dearly and when she died a week after Erin's birth it changed him. He was lost after that. It was hard to believe such an overtly dominate male could have depended so much on the ethereal  pale beauty that was Erin's mother but he did.

Erin's father had no idea to be a dad in and many ways had no desire to be without his wife at his side. He did his best by Erin but often his best was dragging her along to his performances where he hung his body from hooks for the exhilaration and excitement of himself and others. Erin was exposed to sex and lust, desire and passion from a indecently young age and it made her grow up fast.

She was back stage bored as young girls of 5 often is. Her father was swinging from the ceiling and a woman dressed in fishnets and a corset who was supposed to be watching her was missing the sound of harsh breathing from the dressing room the only clue that the young girl wasn't alone. She had no dolls or toys to distract her from wondering around picking up things at random. As a fetish show often had Erin found toys in a chest. Most of them held no interest to her a young girl had no interest in paddles of cuffs, vibrators or clamps.

The one thing that did interest her was a long coiled length of leather. With small chubby hands she pulled it out and flicked it around her short slender legs just about tripping herself with it. A man walked by. He wore nothing but a pair of low slung jeans and a dark brooding look. It was he who taught her how to wield the whip replacing her fishnet clad babysitter while her father preformed.

She took to the discipline of the art as a fish would to water. From there her interest only grew. She learned knives and swords, stars a bow and arrow even a gun though she cared for it not. She loved working with weapons. She felt strong and independent able to use weapons as she did. She grew close to Ben her whip instructor and her father who'd finally managed to take an interest in her was jealous and worried over her.

At sixteen he enrolled her in school thinking that a normal environment would help normalize the girl who knew too much, had seen too much and was far too cocky for her own good. School didn't help it only made the girl bitter. Being called a freak will do that to you. Erin was criticized for everything from her hair and clothing not of the main stream style to her hobbies that were seen as scary and dangerous. She was already a snarky, rude sarcastic school, the weapons skills now made her a bad kid in the eyes of authority figures too.

At seventeen Erin quiet school and unable to stand her fathers overprotective and pushy nature took off from home too. Living in Vegas had it's perks. She started street preforming on the street wielding swords most of the time since often her skills with a whip were seen as more sexual then she wanted to appear. She was still a freak here but one others were drawn to. Little kids looked at her with awe and adults with a mixture of envy and distaste. It was comfortable.

Elizabeth found her there juggling swords tossing them high into the air doing flips before catching them before they could impale her making the crowd gasp in amazement and wonder as the frail blond girl did things many thought of as skills belonging to big burly men.

Introduction Post:

Elizabeth

It’d been the farthest west that the troupe had went in quite some many years.  Many more years than Elizabeth and Lawrence had been with the circus.  They had done it for the Family, with everything that had gone on in recent history she figured that they deserved one last night in the sin of the modern world.  She knew that after this they would only see cities that more resembled the 70s then the modern world.  Elizabeth had decided not to join the rest of the family, she didn’t care to see how they enjoyed the city that never slept.  She herself had simply taken to one of the areas that had far less tourist then the main strip.  Honestly, she was only even there because the area had quite a…tasteful sense of fashion.  More or less, she was going to the sex shops that seemed to cater to fetishist.  They had the best outfits.

She hadn’t actually seen the girl.  She only saw the swords flying high into the air.  She realized that either someone was being very creative in their suicide attempt with playing catch with swords, or there was a possible prospect.  Juggling sharp objects really wasn’t anything special enough to catch her attention…But it was the rate and height that they went up with, whoever it was was a natural.  Elizabeth made her way through the crowd.  She stopped just at the circles edge.  It was amusing how far away people stood from the juggling swords.  Anyone in her line of work knew that the girl wouldn’t attempt something this deadly if they were not a master.  So she broke the invisible barrier and walked towards the girl.  She didn’t stop until she was close enough that one slip up could leave Elizabeth impaled…She felt a twinge of fear, and it excited her.  Give her an inferno and she was safe, give her something out of her comfort zone and even she felt fear.

“You’re working for spare change and casino chips to a group of people that look at you as a freak.” Her words came with an appreciative smile.  It wasn’t too long ago that Elizabeth was doing the same thing.  She still had a few flyers in her bag that she hadn’t passed out, so she took one out and laid it in front of the girl.  It was a flyer for the circus, with the address plainly printed. “The circus is over.  But come visit me tonight, and I will give you a chance to be looked at as a marvel instead of a freak.” Elizabeth said nothing more.  Her parting gesture was a hundred dollar bill left in the case that Erin used to carry her swords.

It was her normal show. Nothing too hard to accomplish. These people so hopped up on the vibrancy of the city were easy to impress. Even so near the middle of her show she started showing off. It was out of boredom more then anything.  The people gasped and a few even lifted there hands over there heads as if afraid the swords would fall on them. Erin rolled her eyes not that anyone noticed. Morons.

It was then that someone walked up to her breaching that invisible barrier between her and the crowd of people around her. Erin gave her a distant quizzical look her head tilting just a touch. As she drew closer, close enough Erin could kill her with a wrong move, a single slip of her hand Erin smiled. The woman impressed her already.

Her words were met with nothing more the a slow blink and a dead pan look the implied the woman had better make her point and make it fast. She tossed the slender rapier high into the air so the blade caught the flashing lights of the shop signs and took the flier looking at it briefly before shoving it in her pocket with a nod. She stuck out her hand and with perfect precision gripped the hilt and twirled it through her fingertips.

The woman left her a tip larger then anything she's made in the last two weeks and walked away with a kind of confidence that made Erin smirk. They'd either end up friends or at each others throats only time would tell. Erin had nothing tying her to this place besides a father who would be happy with anything she chose. She went to her tiny apartment and changed from her street performer get of of tight clothes to a baggy pair of jeans a tight tank top and a leather jacket her father once owned.

She took her time she didn't want to seem to eager, the woman seemed like the type who'd use anything she could to get what she wanted and for whatever reason she wanted Erin. Erin would be lying if she said she wasn't interested but it wasn't her only option. Locking her door and slinging the multi sword case across her back she caught the bus and went out to meet the mystery woman.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth sat in the only remaining tent that was left up.  It wasn’t the big tent, instead it was one of the smaller ones used for the new Burlesque show.  The chairs all still remained, as did the stage.  Elizabeth sat upon the edge of that stage with a bucket beside her.  She held a knife in her hand, and her thumb ran up and down the sharp edge of the blade.  She had expected the girl to arrive earlier in the evening and was about to call it quits, until she saw the linen doors ruffle and the lovely blonde walk in. “Well well, I was beginning to believe you had no intent on showing up.” Elizabeth dipped the blade into the bucket beside of her before she stepped off of the stage and walked toward Erin. “We do not exactly run ma and pa’s circus here.  The name itself, Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes” She spoke the words in perfect French “Circus Of Blood And Fire.  What we do is…Just a bit more dangerous then what I imagine you’re used to seeing.” Elizabeth twirled the knife in her fingers, using it as a slide of hand distraction while she lit a match with the other hand and set the blade on fire. “And we have our tricks.” Elizabeth placed the palm of her hand against the sharp edge of the blade.  She slid it upwards, putting out the fire as blood began to drip from her hand.  Yet there was no scent of burning flesh.

“If you want a home in a place that will appreciate you, then I need to know that you do not just have a knack for juggling.  I need to know that you are a natural.” Elizabeth returned to the stage lifted herself onto it.  She found her own set of swords.  Something that the girl wouldn’t have comfort with, as the weight and balance would be different from her own.  There were four all together.  She walked to the edge of the stage and sat down.  Next she pulled a sponge from the bucket with her unharmed hand, squeezed it, and began to apply it to the swords.  Once each and every one had the liquid applied, she set them down and walked away with the bucket.  The only thing left on the stage was her match book and a blindfold.

She took a seat in the first row, never looking back to Erin.  If she was sane, or not completely confident with her abilities, then she’d likely run.  Otherwise the stage was quite clear. “Give me a show that is worthy of your life and I will give you a taste of something that no one in this city of lust and greed has ever dreamt of having.”

Erin half wondered if the woman would even still be about. there was only one tent left standing and Erin looking sure of herself walked without hesitation towards the tent flipping back the tent flap and walking in taking a seat and turning to around straddling it as Elizabeth spoke. She listened to the description looking kind of blank until she said this was probably more dangerous then her normal flair. The Erin smirked her eyes bright with dangerous light.

She watched the woman light the blade on fire and slide it through her hand. If she expected Erin to be surprised she was wrong. The girl was raised in sin city, a place where the impossible seemed almost mundane. She did note though that while the flame didn't harm her skin the blade did a fragile drop of blood sliding down that pale skin of hers that was almost a match for her own coloring.

She moved around and talked more but the words were caught only as a generalization as Erin watched her swab the four blades with the clear flammable liquid she'd used in her own demonstration. A touch of fear made her stomach quiver. She'd never used fire in one of her performances before. She simply had never had a draw towards it but she knew swords, the delicate balance the natural feel of it she could do it, a little heat wouldn't make a bit of difference.

She walked up to the stage leaving her bag in the abandon seat. Shrugging off her jacket she tossed it aside and picked up the blind fold a smirk playing on her lips. She tucked it half hanging out of her pocket before picking up the first sword a short bladed scimitar that would reflect a great deal of light and sparkle under normal circumstances. She held the hilt and circled her wrist testing the weight and balance before moving on to the next three repeating the process with each.

Nodding to herself she wore an expression of intense focus and she stuck the swords tip impaled in the wood in front of her and picked up the matches. With brightness flaring to life in those sapphire eyes of hers she set the blades on fire. She tossed the blown out match away and pulled out the blind fold and covered her eyes leaving her lips slightly parted the only part of her small face visible.

Even with her face covered her hand shot out and gripped the hilt of the first sword a light Épée. It took no effort to yank it out of the stage floor. She brought up her whole arm and flicked her wrist as she released it into the air. It twirled up in a lazy spiral flames dancing off the thin blade. As the first sword soared into the air Erin grabbed the hilt of the curve scimitar. She held it close enough to her body she could feel the heat of the flames brushing her skin as she did a fast twirl the blade following the spin of her body led by the hilt. The flames danced and she again tossed the sword into the air in time to catch the falling Épée.

She caught the sword in her left hand and flipped it twirling it like one might a baton. her lips were drawn into a tight line as she grabbed the heaviest of the swords, a thick broad sword that would fall heavy and was harder to manipulate without practice. Jaw tense as tossed up the Épée again and manipulated the broad sword. The muscles in her arms stood out as she twirled the heavy broad sword in a wide circle.

The Scimitar was falling the blade pointing down looking as if it was going to impale the young pale girl. With a tight jaw Erin flexed and through the broad sword into the air. It went strait up without a twirl and she caught the scimitar as she turned into a spin catching the light Épée next. Wielding both she juggled the two before tossing them both into the air the Épée much higher before catching the heavy broad sword. She pulled the long sword from the stage floor wincing just a touch at the heat of the hilt in her hand.

Taking a deep breath she visualized the swords in the air. Her arms flexed and held the blades out the scimitar hit the long sword the flats coming together with the sound of clashing swords. She smiled then catching the hilt with the broad sword. The weight was off but she moved with a type of sureness the suggested she could do this in her sleep. her arms flexed and she flicked her wrists and juggled the scimitar like a demon stick flipping it up into the air just in time to do it again with the Épée. She moved quicker with the Épée using more flair.

She flipped it high into the air as the Scimitar fell and flipped it right back into the air before using some muscle to flip the long sword into the air followed by the broad sword that she grunted hefting into the air. With all four swords in the air flaring brightly the fair dancing she stood still her arms crossed looking at ease. Her arm shooting out at the perfect time to catch first the broad sword turning it to impale it in the stage as her left hand caught the long sword impaling it as her right caught the scimitar the left the Épée. With the Épée impaled into the stage she tore off the blind fold and smirked briefly not noting the soot clinging to her arms where the flames all but burned her, nor the places where they had caught her clothes if only briefly.

Cocking her head slightly to the side Erin regarded the woman who for whatever reason had decided to offer her this chance, a chance she suddenly wanted. Where else could she feel such an intoxicating high as doing something so adrenaline inducing and not be looked at as an escaped mental patient for it. "So impressed?" She asked her voice an urban drawl as she spoke.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth swept her fingertips across the wound on her hand as she watched the girl perform on stage.  Quite frankly the girls unearned arrogance that was shown without words had pissed Elizabeth off.  But she knew it took that type of arrogance to perform the type of show she was performing…Without absolute confidence in yourself, you’d make a mistake.  Set yourself up in an inferno, or impale yourself with a sword you’ve never used and no site at all.  She used the pain from the swipes of her fingers to calm herself down, and thus allow the spirit to work on its own.  She never decided who the spirit went to, it decided on its own.

Had Erin been able to see Elizabeths face she may have been put off.  Yet another reason for the blindfold.  She had a dead pan stare towards the girl as she analyzed every last movement.  The ability to do it was certainly the most important.  But the ability to pull it off in a way that was alluring to the eye was the subtlety that she absolutely demanded in the act.  By the end of the show she couldn’t quite place her finger upon which of the three possibilities it was, but she found herself drawn to the girl.  The Spirit, The show, or the pain.  Perhaps all three, but she did indeed enjoy what she saw.

“It is not me that you needed to impress.  You impressed me on the street, which is the only reason you’re within this tent.  But the spirit is who you needed to prove yourself too.” The girl may think that she was insane.  Spirits were usually associated with ghost stories.  Elizabeth stood up and walked to the stage before she pulled herself onto it.  She walked to the edge of the curtains and pulled a stool out.  She walked back to Erin and set it in front of her. “I’m going to offer you a taste of the spirit.  Once you take it into you, you will forever be bound to it.  Make your decision wisely.” Elizabeth held no bags.  She had on a shirt that stopped at her upper arms, and was too tight to hide anything.  So when her hand waved over the stool, and a puff of light grey smoke appeared with a small vial, it should be clear that it wasn’t some slide of hand.

Elizabeth walked to the edge of the stage and hopped off.  As she walked towards the doors, she spoke back to the girl. “You can think I am insane and deny it, and continue to make pocket change performing in front of a few.  Or you can drink it, and perform in front of thousands who will look at you as a goddess.” Elizabeths words ended just as she found the linen doors.  She walked out without ever looking back.  No one had ever denied the spirit, she doubted that this girl would be the first.

The encounter with the woman had left her with an odd feeling of desire mixed with unease. She could feel the heaviness of the moment weighing on her slender shoulders as she lifted the vial looking up in time to see Elizabeth disappear. Alone a great deal of Erin's natural arrogance seeped away and she looked like a fragile young girl of 22 with no idea who she would eat the next day or keep a roof over her head. She had her father that much was true but she loathed to lean on him when he him self seemed half lost most of the time.

Slender fingers that in no way looked strong enough to wield a broad sword caressed the strange vial as she bit into her plump lower lip. She wanted it. wanted the shimmering chance the vial represented but she sensed more behind the offer that was left unsaid. Unfortunately there were to be no answers, this was a leap of faith. That decided it for her. She'd always trusted her instincts that had led her from one daring thing to the next. She'd never once hesitated before leaping in with both feet without looking down.

Long fingers stronger then they looked plucked the stopper from the vial and pressed the edge to her lips as she tilted it back and let the spirit what ever the hell that was flood into her being. She gasped dropping the vial to shatter against the wooden floor of the stage as the euphoric feeling of the spirit took hold of her. She found herself laughing as she plucked the long sword from the stage and with more ease then she'd ever been able to before turned it in her grasp like someone from a drill teem would a lifeless gun. The edges of the sword that usually cut into her palms only just cut into her skin barely making her bleed. Never in her life had she felt more right then in that one exhilarating moment.

Likes: Strawberries, piano music, hard rock music, contrast, the unexpected, arrogance, moonless night, and secrets.
Dislikes: Timidness, apologies, societies rules and limits.

[Cream]

Erin has been approved :).

[Niferbelle]

I've had my second guy done for awhile but kept forgetting to post it. When you get a chance, let me know if he's ok, Cream. :)

Noah

Name: Noah Connelly
Age: 24
Home State: California
Desired Role: Act -- Cyr wheel

What He Does

Ethan Law Cyr Wheel / Roue Cyr act 2011
Circonvolution improbable... Alexandre Lane Roue Cyr - Cyr wheel ImproCirque 9 juillet 2011

Place of Hierarchy: New Talent

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 
Physical Description: Noah is good looking but unassuming in his mannerisms, his demeanor so low-key he is easily lost in a crowd. He is well muscled from years of gymnastics and acrobatics though that's often lost under the baggy, modest clothing he wears when not performing. His brown hair is cut short on the sides but left long on top, causing a wave of bangs to constantly fall over his forehead and give him a boyish look. He wears thick framed glasses most of the time though they're not needed when performing his act. His eyes are blue and set off by thick, almost girlish lashes, and when you talk he looks at you as if he's really listening. He has an easy smile and a terrible poker face.



Personality: Noah is a nice guy. Despite this being a lukewarm recommendation most times, it's completely true in his case. Friendly, with an inherent decency that is displayed in nearly everything he does, he is kind and humble and unfortunately sometimes a doormat for the more manipulative and arrogant. He tends to be quiet unless he feels confident his company is wanted and then blossoms with a little attention. her has stamina, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally, with great patience and the ability to endure.

Brief History: Noah grew up in Southern California, the middle child of three sons born to your typical Type A power couple. Both his parents were lawyers with high expectations for their children to excel in academics and sports and life in general. His brothers fit the mold perfectly, true princes of the upper middle class, but Noah was always the odd boy out, lacking the focus and the competitive nature of the rest of his family. While his brothers played traditional team sports like baseball and football, it took some time for Noah to find his niche which turned out to be gymnastics. He had a natural talent for it and loved training, the sheer art of being in motion, but he found the meets nerve wracking so by the time he reached his mid teens, much to his parents' disgust, he dropped out of competition.

Around this time he first saw someone on the Cyr wheel down at Venice Beach and was instantly enamored. He got a job to buy his first wheel and by the time he graduated high school, he'd given up all thought of going to college which further alienated him from his family. He spent every minute he wasn't working as a waiter perfecting his skills on the wheel and taking acrobatic classes when he could afford them. Never very lucky in love, after the third girlfriend in a row that cleaned him out he found himself restless and decided to hit the road with no particular destination in mind. He bought a beat up truck and threw his wheel in the back and has spent the last couple years just traveling from place to place, stopping to work when he needed the money, earning it from street performances and odd jobs here and there.

As he moved across the country he would occasionally hear stories of this unusual circus that was making the circuit and was intrigued by the description of its old-fashioned atmosphere. He's grown more and more intrigued with every story he hears but as of yet seems to keep missing it.


Introduction Post: (I was thinking Noah would hook up with the circus at the next stop so basically this would be covered in game)


Likes: Being in motion, improving, learning new things, cheering people up
Dislikes: Competition, cold weather, being judged, shellfish (he's allergic)