‡ So Here's My Story;

When I was a young girl my mother would tell me stories of the "strange" outside world. It wasn't until I was in my late teens when I discovered that "strange" was everyone else's normal. The carnival has always been my home; the artists and acrobats are my allies while the fires and popcorn my only friends.
I was raised in the carnival - this realm of clockwork and oddities is normal to me. My mother passed away, leaving me to fill her place as the Mistress of Revels. I am the ringleader. I rule this domain. I am Lethal.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

There is a strange disease-like scar that spreads over the right side of my face. Don't worry . . . it doesn't hurt. Much.
Beware my wrath . . . I tend to beat it out of my surrounding citizens and circus players.

‡ So Here's My Story;

I have been in the carnival for almost a decade. When I was younger, I begged to join them. I wish I would have known that the choice had been a mistake. I showed off my skills with clockwork . . . and now I am their chief engineer. I create; I maintain; I entertain: I am the trickster and mechanic.
Though I may seem close to the ringleader, don't be deceived. It is only a ruse so that I may keep my own head . . . and all of my fingers and toes.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

I always have a metal chain about my neck with some sort of geared clock attached. Metal is my friend: you'll see many smaller chains all over the place if you look hard enough. I am never alone: I have a lot of small mechanical beings that tend to play the part of companions.

‡ So Here's My Story;

The human world has always been a strange place. I wanted to see it for myself. Mer-folk are generally loners, you see. So . . . I had been alone for a long while. Sadly, the one person I chose to meet was greedy. While the human society collapsed, everything went to hell.
It was when I woke up in a large tank that I found life strangely different once more. Instead of someone's backyard pool, I was now in a place where I could swim. It was Lethal who found me abandoned . . . and it was then that I joined the carnival.

I can't say I like it here . . . but we're far from the ocean now. Lethal is a taskmaster: she drove us away from the shores with the hopes of keeping me with her. Well, luck to her! I don't have legs. I am stuck wherever my little aquarium-like cage on wheels is.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

I am a sucker for things I've never seen before. I am interested in silly things such as pens, pins, forks, and matches. Anything that is human in make, I tend to enjoy. I'm never far from water - I don't have legs, so I can't get far anyway. While most people imagine mer-creatures being completely unclothed, I am quite the modest person.
My one desire is to see the ocean again, but that doesn't seem likely.

‡ So Here's My Story;

At the young age of 14 Aurabella's parents abandoned her in front of a broken down orphanage where they thought she would have a better chance of survival. She lived in and out of the orphanage and on the streets. Seeing a show one night with beautiful dancers got her practicing belly dancing which she began doing on the street for money. When she was 18 the circus came to town and like any dream of a young orphan she wanted to run away with it, so she did.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

You can call me Aura or Bella, whichever you prefer. I'm not a fan of sweets, I like to run, I love flashy things/clothes/lights etc., dancing is my passion, I often feel lonely traveling with the LP and look for companionship, I am friendly but backed into a corner can hold my own in a fight, I'm sassy and have a flirtatious attitude.

‡ So Here's My Story;

I grew up in a gang on the East Coast that hardened me at a young age. I've seen a lot of death and murder and things you wouldn't want me to repeat, a lot of which I did as required by the gang to keep my own life. One day I was asked to burn down an animal shelter and refused to do it, what can I say, animals are the only things that have ever shown me any compassion. The next day I was taking my grams to the doctor in her old car, I parked her at the curb and went in to check her in when there was an explosion. The gang had blown the car up with my grams inside. Thinking they had disposed of me, I disappeared and ended up here at the LP. I have a gift with animals allowing me to train them harmlessly.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

I can be cocky, knowing my good looks and charm are hard to ignore and say no to. I use that to my advantage and to get what I want. I still look hard on the outside and portray myself that way, but my eyes give me away, they are kind, as is my soul now that I am no longer mixed into a bad gang. But don't cross me, I've done things to people your worst nightmares couldn't even handle.

‡ So Here's My Story;

I never really was a particularly special kid. Grew up in a normal house with a normal family, went to a good school and flunked all my grades, not because I'm dumb, but because I couldn't focus on anything in class. It all seemed like a waste of time back then. Little did I know how much trouble it would cause.

Wound up doing god knows how many odd jobs to make ends meat. My folks swore to keep a roof over my head as long as it took for me to get on my own two feet, but I wanted to prove to them that I could actually survive, and make a life for myself. So, eventually, I found the carnival. I don't have any particular talents, but I'm not exactly the ugliest redhead on the planet, so I make a pretty good assistant. I can ride horseback, I'm pretty flexible, and I'm not afraid of heights, which can come in pretty helpful sometimes. I'm a good musician too, so hopefully that'll come in handy if the magician I'm assisting gets bored of me quickly.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

I'm very blunt. That's probably the first thing you need to know. I find it difficult to keep my big mouth shut sometimes, but my mother always told me that honesty is the best policy. I'm very flirtatious and can be hilarious sometimes. I'm quite sarcastic sometimes, too. I'll never turn down free food, but I also love to run. I also love sleeping in hammocks. Something about being suspended mid-air just makes me feel so comfortable, like I'm a bird or something. I also have a short temper, so try not to get on my bad side.

‡ So Here's My Story;

Cyr grew up a bit more prosperous than many of her time would. Her father was strong enough to build a home and manage a very small town. The town had no more than seventy or so people living in it. Her family owned a bit of farm land, and was able to grow food. Cyr did not know much of the outside world beyond any trading caravans that would come to town with their stories. Her family owned one stallion to assist with the farming. Seven year old Casey. Although Casey was a work horse, he would allow the kids to ride him, and is a very patient horse. Cyr was forced to leave her home at a young age with Casey. She has never told anyone why, but Casey gets spooked easily around fire.

For a few years the two traveled taking any most work they could get. Cyr's trick riding came from total trust in Casey, and having to fight off any and all bandits between towns. You need to bend when fighting on horseback with a sword or stick.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

Cyr is a very reserved individual. She is quiet and very withdrawn from people. Apologizing often, and all around a very sweet girl. But as soon as any animal getting injured comes into the picture, you are going down.

Cyr currently has four trained horses traveling with the circus. There is the youngest Kaylee, Honey, Grayson, and of coarse Casey. Casey though is coming to the end of his life. He is a thirty one year old horse.

‡ So Here's My Story;

Romeo was not always his name. You see, Romeo is a very educated young man. He enjoys reading the only book he had as a child. An old Romeo and Juliet play book. He remembers every line and phrase. Along his travels has picked up a few other playbooks here and there. Romeo grew within another traveling circus. His Father a magician, and so Romeo of coarse learned the tricks and trade.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

Romeo speaks in riddles and rhymes. Seldom does he speak normally. Even when he confuses another, he will merely laugh. He is a gentleman to women, often never leaving a conversation without at least one compliment. Even to the men too, but a bit rarer.

‡ So Heres My Story;

I grew up in an orphanage. When I was 12 I ran away, hoping that the streets might be kinder. I was wrong. Nothing was kinder, kindness didn't exist. The streets did teach me how to be harder, tougher, stronger. I've always been a weakling, but my knack of lighting fires with next to nothing was useful, especially on cold nights.

Then one night a carnival came through. Me and a few other kids managed to sneak in to see a bit, and what I saw amazed me. Fire eaters, fire dancers, people juggling fire. I wanted to know how they did it. I had to. So I practiced, I worked hard and waited for another carnival to come through.

Who knew the Lethal Parade would be the first carnival to come by. And who would've known they'd be the only 'family' I'd come to know.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

I'm really not that friendly. I can put on an act for audiences, but I'm just too afraid of being hurt to let anyone see all of me. I do care deeply for everyone in the LP, but I'd never let them know that.

Fire is my love. I love the heat, the warmth, even the burn. I have a few spots on my body that are little discoloured from healed burns.

‡ So Here's My Story;

I just recently joined the Circus, offering my blade skills both as an act and as additional security so that I could travel around. Not for the sake of travelling, or to see new things, but because it's harder to track someone down when they're on the move a lot. I recently incurred the wrath of a squad of patrolling Enlightened troops, piss of some of them, you piss off all of them, so now I'm an enemy of their state. So, I joined the circus to try and keep my head.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

Won't go out of his way to help most people, but has an archaic view when it comes to women, serving as living proof that chivalry isn't dead.

‡ So Here's My Story;

My father raised me telling me stories his father told him about the way the world used to be. The way he described it, it sounded like Utopia, and I grew up thinking of how we could reclaim such a world again now that everything was lost. I wondered this until I was 14 and my father was murdered for the few possessions we had, and I realized what it would take to achieve Utopia... I became enlightened. In order for one to build a new Utopia, one would have to sweep clean this hell we live in now, and that is what I set out to do. I started with two others and we set about creating a size-able force, not a gang though. We wore uniforms and acted like a proper military unit based off of what I knew of militarys of old. Soon I was in command of the pitiful handful of huts and tents that made a town and I set about turning it into an actual city! We were attacked numerous times for what we had as we built, but it only made us stronger in the end. Now, people come to us seeking shelter in the one true city in our shattered world. Already, I have an army, a capital, and loyal citizens... it is time. The Enlightened Empire shall sweep clean the filth and create a new Utopia... you can be part of it, or your bones can serve as foundations for it.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

A forceful personality, but completely remorseless. Willing to sacrifice anyone it takes to build a new Utopia with an army of soldiers willing to carry out his every command. In a way, Salazar views himself as a god bringing about a new Utopia.

‡ So Here's My Story;

I was born into a traveling caravan- but hey, who isn't on the move these days? My parents realized something was up when I was about a year old. I was developing quickly- too quickly. I was too smart, too different. Whispers of 'magic' began to fly around, and when the subject of a witch burning came up, my parents took me and left. We found another place to call home- wary of strangers, but eventually, they accepted us, and my parents gradually forgot the cruel, accusing words. But I could never get their words out of my head. Mostly because I believed them. Something was different about me, and everyone knew it. And when I was fifteen, I found out what it was- I wasn't human. I was a Changeling- a Fae child left in the place of a human babe. The pyre was already being built when I escaped to the "sanctuary" of the circus.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

Ophelia possesses the sense of mischievous personality most associate with the Fair Folk, and can be easily amused by the antics of others, as long as they aren't directed at her. Ophelia is extremely loyal to those that earn her trust- abuse it, however, and she can also hold a grudge that can last for years. She's extremely hard to knock off balance- figuratively or literally- and finds it incredibly annoying when people go out of their way to try and surprise her.

‡ So Here's My Story;

Since I was three I was painstakingly raised in a household of male, self-righteous "Enlightened Generals". My father lead a small regime of men obsessed with "restoring the people" & "bringing back the light" to our world. Young as I was, I couldn't understand, or be forced to. When I turned ten, my older brothers were drafted into the family command, sculpted into men I no longer recognized. Men I started to fear, honestly. On the eve of my sixteenth birthday I was warned that my siblings & father would soon come to break my will for their cause & I fled the city that same night. I must have wandered aimlessly for about a week. Luck must have decided to poke his head out from behind the clouds for once in my life because not once did I run into robbers or scouts.

I stumbled on the Carnival by pure chance, and stole inside for warmth. I was at first quite thrilled with the bright colors, having come from such an oppressive youth, but what really caught me and drew me in was the audacity and jovial nature of all of the people. Everyone was loud and different; there were contortionists and jugglers, and nobody seemed to ever have their feet touching the ground, which was oddly indicative of how I felt at this point. I never really looked back from there. My old life seemed unimportant, and these new friends became my long sought-after family.

‡ What Makes Me Who I Am;

I find myself on the brink of an artistic meltdown, & each and every day I attempt at discovering a new way to tear the walls of my skull down to splatter everything with paint. I tend to race along emotions & I've a tendency to overwhelm more often than I wish. While it's difficult to irritate me, I'm a quick-wit & rather snarky.
I find the most solace alone with my paintbrush and a blank canvas with Loki curled at my feet.