Figure I'll toss my hat into the ring, at least tentatively. If there are any questions or concerns, or if either character just doesn't seem to quite fit, let me know!
...And I promise I'm not usually so sadistically-minded!Name:
Human (So he claims)Circus Performer:
Caretaker of The ZoneSexual Preference:
The Baron (who is most certainly not a baron nor any other sort of respectable individual) is a creature of conflict, both internal and external. His is a personality that is constantly in flux and has no sort of consistency; from moment to moment he can be a sexually depraved madman; an aristocratic gentleman with a distaste for physical contact; a bombastic showman with a flair for theatrics; a wily tempter filled with all sorts of wild promises and dangerous bargains; or a shrewd and serious businessman with sleeves filled with iron-clad contracts. There is no rhyme or reason to these sudden shifts, though it seems he will adopt whatever personality is best suited for getting under the skin of whatever individuals are in his presence.History:
Scratch is a man without a history, for whatever sordid anecdotes slip past his feverish lips are surely nothing more than fabrications. Sometimes he is an orphan, other times he enjoyed a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with loving parents, and still other times he was raised by wolves. He is a high school drop-out, a former professor at a prestigious university, and an unschooled voodoo witch doctor all at once. He eloped with his childhood sweetheart, has never been married, and participated in a polygamous relationship with three dozen men and women, two horses, and a bull mastiff. His past is whatever will excite, entertain, disgust, or garner respect and admiration from those he meets.
known is that he joined the Nightmare Circus several months ago of his own volition, meeting in private with the Ringmaster with the offer to set up his own exclusive attraction within the park without costing the Circus a single cent. With the promise of more entertainment and more revenue without any additional costs, how could the man refuse? Bringing nothing but a sufficiently battered young man and a few heavy suitcases, the Baron soon set to work on his own special little ride.
An abstract reality where anything and everything can (and often does) happen!
For a modest fee of only ten dollars, visitors are fit snugly into comfortable glass spheres and sent down what at first seems like an ordinary track.
But just when their minds begin to wander and wonder if they've been ripped off, they are jettisoned into a world beyond their expectations! A realm of pulsating lights
and throbbing, ephemeral shapes
that defy all description and classification!
No two rides are ever the same, though it is a rare soul indeed that is able to enter twice unscathed. As they are steadily pushed through technicolor
veins past glimmering, faerie-filled vistas of taffy-coated flesh and supernova skies
, they may soon come to find that their protective little bubble is not holding up quite as well as they were promised.
The unlucky ones plummet out the bottom (or the sides, or even through the roof!), caught in the churning ocean of nonsensical physics and non-Euclidean geometries until they are nothing more than wailing brine and surf.
But others are changed in very different ways. They may find themselves with another's face, an extra appendage (or two, or three!), or a gender far unlike their own. Some cease to be human entirely, changing into something less inclined to saunter about on only two legs. Literally no change is out of the question, even if the question itself is something better left unsaid.
And at the very center, at the ride's end, is the Baron himself. He stands in an undecorated room lit by candlelight (despite there being no candles in sight), waiting to receive anyone and everyone that has managed to survive to the end of the ride. And there, in his own private playground, he offers them a choice. They can remain as they are, despite whatever weird and fantastic changes may have occurred, or they can play a little game in order to have the altercations reversed. If the former, his guests are allowed to do whatever they please with one another to test out their new shapes. If the latter...well...anything
The Unkillable BoySexual Preference:
Timid, twitchy, paranoid, and extremely distrustful of just about everyone he comes across. Considering his role in the Circus, he has very valid reasons to act the way he does. He talks rarely, and when he does it is with a plodding voice that scratches painfully from lack of use. This is not the sort of boy that is used to enjoyable company, and he makes no attempts to hide it. It is rare for Jason to react with violence--and he is scarcely strong enough to put up much of a fight--but on occasion he will do his damnedest to fight back against 'visitors'.History:
Jason was admitted into the Circus as an extreme sideshow attraction for the wicked and the depraved, dragged in several months back when Baron Scratch came to make his tempting offer. Their relationship is unknown, but it is quite clear to everyone that it is shockingly abusive and more than a little obscene.
The young man is generally locked up in his own private box in a rather dark and often neglected part of the Circus, guarded by rather skeevy looking women and the occasional man with shifty eyes and an oddly pleasant smile. Jason is touted as being supposedly "Unkillable", and the constantly playing video tapes that line his walls seem very intent on driving that point home. Each one of them depicts a different grisly death or torture, with him as the victim. Once the murder is finished, the prone body twitches and slowly but surely reverts to its usual state, visibly shaken but otherwise none the worse for wear. Then the tapes rewind, and the show begins anew.
Once a customer has been sufficiently convinced that Jason is indeed unable to die, they are allowed to buy a voucher for a modest fee, which allows them twenty minutes alone with the caged man. They are given whatever objects they need (sexual or otherwise), and locked inside. The screens are turned off, and the two (or more) are left in solitude. From that point on, they are allowed to do whatever they wish, no questions asked and no judgments made about their character.
In spite of all the world's moral scruples, all the teachings and laws that are hammered into the human mind from an early age, and that niggling, nagging thing called a conscious, you would be surprised what a person can do to an innocent when left alone with them for twenty minutes.