Welcome...
To the Cirque.


o1. Introduction
o2. Plot
o3. Rules
o4. Application
o5. Characters
o6. Reserved
o7. Reserved

Original Concept © Darren Shan
Plot © criimson
Banner © criimson
Characters © Role-Players

"Are you twenty-one?"
"..."
"Say yes."

.: p l o t :.

For over five hundred years, there has been a traveling Circus that no one has been able to join, unless they are one of them. These people have come and gone for years, and the lovely Mr. Tall has been the one to run these people. They often find themselves wondering about, searching for a home, and when they are unsure which to go to, the Cirque du Freak is always there to take these young, or old, freaks a home.

The Cirque moves from place to place, giving shows to everyone around them. They often only show themselves to people who they deem worthy, having Mr. Tall stand at the door welcoming people in. Little creatures, big creatures, bizarre creatures alike show themselves to normal people who have found a marveled interest in the freaks of the Cirque.

Question is...

Are you one of us? Or one of them?

.: r u l e s :.

o1. Be literate to advanced literate. I would like if we could have at least three good paragraphs that others can work on, with good spelling and grammar. Minor typos are fine, as we all make them at times, but not excessive.

o2. PG-13. Well... that's a given, neh? It's site rules. xD

o3. All profiles must be sent to me, so that I can add them to the system, kays? Kay.

o4. Follow Menewsha ToS/rules, ect. ect.

o5. Only one character per person, so that no one gets confused, kay?

o6. These are all made-ups, besides Mr. Tall. So, try not to do anything that resembles anyone from the series too strongly. Be creative! And try not to make any two characters alike. A.K.A. if one already has wings, don't give another them. If one controls fire, another can't.

o7. I'll add more rules if I see fit.

o8. Have fun! ^^

.: a p p l i c a t i o n :.

Username :: You're username
Character Name :: Characters full name
Age :: 17-30 (Unless immortal, then do an appearance age between 17-30)
Appearance :: Use a URL/link, please.

Short Biography :: A little about them.
Personality :: How they normally act.
How Long :: How long have they been a part of the Cirque?

.: c h a r a c t e r s :.

o1. Username :: criimson
Character Name :: Gabriel von Mishkan
Age :: Eighteen
Appearance :: .: the fallen :.

Short Biography :: Gabriel was born in Romania to a well to do family. His father was a doctor in a small village, and his mother was merely a stay at home wife. When they found out they were to have a child, they were both very happy. At first, they were ecstatic that the day had come that the baby would be born. It wasn't until they found feathers mixed with the blood and other liquid that they panicked. They looked at their bouncy baby boy, only to see that he had four small, brown gray wings sticking from his back.

They rejected him almost instantly, pushing him aside as a freak. Thankfully, at that time, the Cirque was around. Mr. Tall found the baby alone on the streets, crying, and took him in. He's been part of the Cirque ever since, refusing to leave their side in fear of what the "other world", as he calls it, would do to him.
Personality :: When he's not performing, Gabriel is a rather happy male. He loves to joke around, and tease others in a playful manor. At times, he does get depressed, but that's normal. And the fact that his anger, which is rather untamed, takes the better of him, he's hard to control. He's also very protective, angering further if someone tries to hurt the Cirque; hurt his family.
How Long :: Since he was a baby, probably only a few hours old.

o2.

Originally Posted by Psyche

Username :: Psyche
Character Name :: Azriel
Age :: Looks to be 26
Appearance :: http://shirahitsugaya.deviantart.com...riel-132855660

Short Biography :: Azriel was born in the Edo Period of Japan, under the name of Susumu Matsuyama. He was from a wealthy family, his mother being from a noble family and his father who was a notable samurai back in the day. He was treated well by his family not because they loved him but because he was feared. He was born with a red right eye that as he got older gave him the ability to see the deaths of others, and because of that he was feared and worshiped.

The older he got he noticed that he barely aged and when he turned 26 he stopped aging at all, and has been like that every since. As time went by he changed his name to Azirel, saying that it fit him better since Azriel was the angel of death and he could see death.

In the late 1900's Mr. Tall came to Japan and Azriel met the Cirque. He then decided to join and has been with them ever since.

Personality :: Azriel is mainly good tempered and friendly. However he has grown weary of the world and trust no one, besides Mr. Tall. However he is loyal to his fellow freaks and will stick up for them if need be. Azriel since he's lived along time views himself to be better then most people.

How Long :: Azriel has been with the Cirque for over 20 years.

o3.

Originally Posted by `Cexlan

Username :: `Cexlan
Character Name :: Aster Marshall Kelvin || Reomo
Age :: 19
Appearance :: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_960i0s-bZh...0/AnimeBoy.jpg

Short Biography :: He mah be small, but he's quite an intriguing young man.
Aster, is a happy, healthy nineteen-year-old. Who reaches about. Oh. Five two.
On a good day, but dont mention it to him.
On any normal day, you'll find him roaming around doing chores, or in his tent playing with tarot cards, runes, or reading odd tomes.
But at night...oh. When the performance begins...

When Aster was six, his father beat him. Thats how mommy died.
He would beat him black and blue, and tell him it was his fault mommy died.
Aster couldn't help it. But someone else could.
Reomo. Who first began as an 'imaginary' friend, so his teacher said.
Reomo killed Aster's daddy. But Aster had the blood all over him.
His act, is one of psychological and spiritual confusion. Is he a medium, or is he possessed? Is it his voice when his eyes go red, or is it the demons?
Don't make Aster mad.
You may make Reomo mad too.
Personality :: Aster is rather quiet, but smiles a lot. He's jumpy when people come from behind him, and prefers to talk at people's feet, not their faces. There is always a pack of Tarot cards on him, and a tooth of some kind on a leather strap around his neck.
He has fits if it's touched.
Reomo is angry, but rather sarcastic and sadistic. Not many like to entice him into coming out to talk, so not many know much about him.
How Long :: He visited the Cirque about nine years ago when he killed his father. He thought the theater would be abandoned. Turns out out he wasn't running away, he was just....going home.

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:. a c c e p t i n g .:

With the sun rising into the distant horizon, Gabriel awoke, body stiff. He had been residing in a tree, where most birds were, and stared with hawk like eyes down toward the grass. His eyes locked momentarily on a small rat before flickering up toward the main part of the Cirque. With all the tents and small little sitting area's, he was amazed no one found them out sooner.

Gabriel jumped from the tree, slowly walking toward the tents. He wove his way past some of the small creatures who were doing their chores and toward the tent with food. He eyed the breakfast, taking in the smell. The wings on his back seemed to flutter at the sensations. He stared for a few seconds before slowly sitting at a table, adjusting his wings so they didn't brush the ground.

"Mmm..." His eyes flickered toward the morning sky, staring toward the flying birds. He let out a small sigh, smiling a bit. He sometimes wished he could be like those birds, like the creatures he was part of. Though at the same time, he wished his wings would be gone, and never bother him again. Shrugging, he adjusted in his leather cut up jacket and tight jeans and tied his hair back, eyes locking once more on the food.

Boing.
"Hi Gabe!" On the other side of the table, a young man seemed to pop up out of thin air. He beamed, his little graying messenger's hat falling haphazardly over one big blue eye.
The other beamed, though his face was quite smeared in white powder. He was mixing something with aforementioned powder in it, glancing down at it occasionally.
And, for some reason, he was mixing it with a shoe.
Who knows why.

He looked back up, some of his brownish hair peeked out from his hat and again he locked eyes on his mixture, stirring furiously. His (quite a bit to) big white button up was rumpled already, one sleeve unrolled, other at his elbow. He was to much hidden behind the table to see his jeans. He paused for a moment, eyeing the odd mix, before nodding in satisfactory and setting the dish on the table. He looked at it for a moment, before wandering around to plop into a seat next to Gabe, looking up at him and swinging his feet.

In front of them, the bowl shifted slightly, and Aster looked at it. He stared, eyes hard, and it stopped rattling.
Stare stare stare.
Contented, he looked back up at Gabriel and smiled. "Reomo and Aster say goodmorning to you."

Yawning Azriel stood in front of the tent he occupied. He brushed his long odd purple hair and shook his bangs over his right eye covering it. This was his normal morning routine before he joined the rest of the Cirque. His right eye allowed him to see a persons death, so since he couldn't control these vision's he covered his eye since they were triggered when he first saw someone.

He returned back into his tent and dropped his brush onto his bed before picking up a white long sleeved dress shirt to cover his pale bare chest. He slide easily into the silken fabric and quickly left the tent walking to where he knew breakfast was waiting. He was hungry so he would risk socializing to eat.

He nodded slightly to his fellow Cirque members before sitting down and getting food. It smelled delicious, he though pouring a cup of coffee for himself.

Gabriel jumped slightly at the voice. He looked over, smiling slightly toward Aster/Reomo and nodded his head toward him. His eyebrow cocked, he stared curiously toward the bowl, wondering what in the world the boy was doing. In his thoughts, he wondered more and more what was going on with the young boy (even though Aster was a year older than himself). His hawk like eyes shifted casually over toward the sky once more before he looked at Aster, who was now siting by himself.

"Oh... Hello there, Aster, Reomo." He said, smiling and cocking his head casually to the side in a small greeting. He poked at the none meat substance before picking up a bit of bacon and popping it into his mouth. He ate it slowly, savoring the meaty taste. Maybe later he would be able to eat something more meaty. Like snake or a rat...

Or a little goblin thing. He glared down at the little gray creature that was prodding at his leg, reaching for his plate. Gabriel glared at the small creature more and more as it shifted to reach. He plucked a pancake from his plate and dropped it down, allowing the thing to eat his food. He once more ate at the bacon, closing his eyes and relaxing. "Mmm... Oh. How are you this morning, Aster and Reomo?" He asked.

He had always addressed the boy as both personalities, wanting to appease them both. He smiled softly toward the elder male, and closed his eyes, waiting a bit for his response.

Ember awoke her her coffin hidden inside her trailer. She could hear the birds outside and knew it was clearly early morning or afternoon. She wasn't that sure, but she knew she was awake to early. Trying to fall back asleep she closed her Black outlined eyes and settled back into the silk of her coffin. Unfourtunatly she couldn't, and she was suddenly starving.

Pushing open the coffin door and sat up and yawned. She had went to sleep in a black nightgown with a highneck and cape. She flicked over to the clock and saw that it was morning. She climbed out of her coffin and stood in the living room. She was worried, usually when she woke up this early something wrong was going to happen, or One of her own kind would be visiting the Cirque. Pulling out her Cellphone she called Mr. Tall and told him what she thought was happening.

hanging up she went to her woredrobe and changed into her outfit for work, It was a black jumpsuit that was cut in the crotch so that it was like a onese you'd see on a baby only sexier. She also wore bright red armwarmers that attached into a ring that she wore on both middle fingers. She wore a green cape with a red brooch, and a choker with a fan on it, She aslo wore knee high combat boots. Her long flowing red hair fell losely in waves, and her gray eyes shone brightly behind the black eyeliner and red eyeshadow she wore. Her full lips she covered in black lipstick and her nails were painted bright red. She looked down at her palms and sighed, In the light from her mirror she could see the faint outline from where the flames that she shot out of her palms and branded her as a freak. Sighing Ember looked out the window waiting for nightfall.

"Reomo and Aster are good." He swung his feet, staring up at Gabriel blankly, before smiling brightly. He hummed for a moment, then looked over at Azriel for a moment. He watched him, then looked down at the grey man.
Non to stealthily, he stole a piece of bacon off the table and set it beside him.

"Reomo says you slept in a tree again, Gabriel. He says that one day you will develop back pains." He watched the little grey man, then looked up at his friend again and hugged his arm. "And that, if you like bacon so much, he could get you some proper meat. But he will not tell me from where the meat would come." He paused, looked at the bowl, which was shaking again, and glared.
It stopped shaking.
He eyed it a moment, before looking back up at his friend. "He then calls you a birdbrain." He paused, then bounced and looked back at Azriel. "And Reomo says good morning to you too, Mr. Azriel."

Azriel looked up from his steaming cup of coffee and flashed a cheerful smile to the two boys at the table with him. "Good morning Reomo," he said, "And to you too Aster, and Gabriel." He picked his coffee up and cupped in his hands, letting the coffee's warmth warm him up. Smiling still, he watched the boys carefully, his over weary side taking over.

He took a sip from his coffee and placed it back down on the table. "So boys," he started, "You wouldn't happen to know if Mr.Tall had anything planned for today?" Last night he barely got any sleep so he really didn't want to have to work today but if Mr.Tall had anything planned he could cross 'rest' off of his to do list for the day.

He looked hopefully at the boys, hoping that they would give him good news, though this was rather unlikely. He could wish though. He took up his fork and started to pick through his food waiting for an answer.

"Reomo made a funny face." Aster smiled. "I do not know if Mister Tall has created any scheduled plans for today. However, I do believe I heard something about us moving again soon. It would seem that someone has been in and out of our camp quite recently and may be informing the authorities of our existence. However, I do not know if this is true, for I did not receive this information from Mister Tall himself." He smiled bright, petting Gabriel's hand thoughtfully. "I have not thought to go and ask him about it."

The bowl tipped off the table, sending tried pieces of bone, powder and dried leaves everywhere. Aster snapped something in some tongue, and crawled off the bench to begin picking it up. "Reomo! I said to you not to touch these runes they were melding! Blast you."

Sighing Ember grabbed her Umbrelle that covered her whole body from the sunlight and went outside. At frist the brightness blinded her but she made her way towards the rest of the Qirque workers and joined them. "It seems we are being watched." Ember said staring at a bush off the their right. She wasn't quite sure what it was but she knew they could be dangerous.

It frightened her that she could not sense more of this person, almost as if they were not really there, but no, she could smell them...Infact the smell reminded her of rotting buring flesh. A memory flashed to her mind of a two story house on fire and the screams of her parents coming from inside.......

She shook her head and looked around at her family. That was what she thought of them, family. She had lived with these freaks for almost ten years, and she loved them all the same....She hated the fact that if one of them happened to get cut she would attack without a seconds notice.

Gabriel's eyes flickered down for a second. He stared toward the hand that covered his own, eyes flickering back up. He stared, a little stunned by all the sudden activity. He wasn't a hawk, though people told him he was. He rather preferred to stay quiet, and not be around a ton of people.

The bird male's eyes flicked back to the bowl when there was a crash. He stared, eyes flickering about as he seemed to yell at himself. Gabriel cocked his head, staring in minor confusion. Well, this was interesting. He stood, wings fanning out a bit before he walked over and kneeled by him, helping to pick up the pieces.

"Hmm? Who is here?" He murmured, not exactly sure what was going on. He glanced up when the vampire came out, and then back toward the man in the kimono. He'd never remember their names. The only reason he knew Aster and Reomo's was because the boy talked in third person so much.

"I'm not sure, maybe I am imaging things." Ember said with a worried expression. She stood and headed towards Mr. Talls Trailer and knocked on the door. She needed to speack with him again. Not about what was going to happen, but about tonight.

She was going to have to tell him that tonight would be her last performance for awhile as she had decided to pay a visit to Vampire Mountain. She was worried that Mr. Tall would not be to happy about that but still she needed to get examined. Due to the fact that most of her normal Vampire powers were missing or unreachable.

She hadn't been able to hear things as well, or taste them better then others. Her sense of Power was growing weaker, She was glad her direction and flinting was still working, or else she might as well have been human. Knocking again she stood strighter and held onto her umbrella tighter.


(Who's playing Mr. Tall??))

"I am not sure." Aster tugged them hem of his shirt out, dumping pieces of bone, leaves and bowl into it like a basket. His eyes flickered up some and he stayed very still, staring up at the sky for a moment. He nodded then, before holding his shirt out to Gabriel. "Someone of little importance, says Reomo. But Reomo finds no one important, so I do not find his accusations credible."

After a while, he sat back on his feet and glanced back up at the sky. "From what my cards said earlier today, though, the performance scheduled tonight should have little to no hiccups. I believe the most that occurs is that someone trips on a rope, but they do not fall down. But fate is like a river, seemingly a straight path but small inlets cause flow in various direction. Who knows."

There was a soft rustle, and the bench Aster and Gabriel had been sitting on creaked a bit under unseen weight. Aster rolled his eyes, plucking a stray worm out of his runes. "No, Reomo, you may not eat the bacon belonging to Gabriel."

(( I am. I just didn't want to bring him out yet, but, meh. ))

~*~

Gabriel arched a brow, looking to the vampire. What was she doing? He frowned, following her with his eyes for a few moments before he saw the movement in the corner of his eyes. He flickered them down toward Aster, where the shirt was showed to him. A small smile graced his looks as he nodded his head some and poked around on his plate.

Nimble fingers picked up a piece of bacon for merely a second before the bench squeaked. He looked down toward it, staring for a few seconds. Why had it squeaked? He still didn't understand Aster and Reomo. They kind of... confused him. But that was what intrigued him about the two. Unlike some others, their powers were confusing. And he wanted to find out more.

"You know Aster, if Reomo is hungry, he may have some of my bacon. I'm not going to finish it all." He said lightly, pushing his plate slightly over to Aster with a tilt of his head. He let out a small chuckle and closed his eyes, moving his hands to fold over the table and stare around the area as if he was bored, though his eyes and ears were sharp to any noises.

~*~

He didn't normally sleep, after all, who would need to? Mr. Tall was busying himself about his tent, putting things away or out and about. He sighed, ducking under a light and looking around. He could hear his Cirque waking up and moving around to do their chores or eat their breakfast.

When the door was knocked upon, he looked over. He expected this as well, after all, Tall knew almost everything. He wondered over slowly to the door just as it was knocked upon again. Light irritation entered him. He could take his time, if he liked. He was Mr. Tall, after all.

He reached out and opened the door, staring down toward the girl. His all knowing eyes seemed to stare down at her. ".... Can I help you, Ember?" He asked, turning from her and going back to his re-organizing.

"I was just wondering if we were going to get the brake next week as we talked of?" she asked putting off the subject of her travel for now. She walked in and closed her umbrella, setting it next to the door. She always enjoyed visiting Mr. Tall, even if he did seem to know everything.

She looked around the small tent and sighed. "You really need to redecorate in here." She smiled looking at the pictures and autographs. "Is it true what my bats tell me? Is Crepsley really dead?" She asked tracing a finger along a picture of her, Mr. Tall, and her beloved Mr. Crepsley. She closed her eyes and waited for the answer she had dreaded since she heard the gossip from her bats.

She could still remember the last day he was here. They were laying on a hill just after sunset, the moon was high and beautiful. he grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek. "Marry me Ember." He had whispered in her ear. "Oh, Larten, you kid to much for your own good." She said looking away towards the moon. "I mean it, when Young Darren and I return, I wish to take you as my bride." He said slipping a ring onto her finger... Ember looked down at that ring now, and a thin line of bloody tears spilled out.

"..." Aster glanced up at him, then seemed to look beside him. He eyed the empty space for a bit, before standing and sniffing indignantly. "Well, at least say thank you, Reomo." Pause. "...He says thank you, Gabriel. Now, if you would pardon me for only a moment, I need to return these to my tent and get another box. Reomo has ruined this set and the fortune is quite skewed." He sniffed again, skulking away.

There was a quietness about the area Aster had left, a perfect stillness, before the bench creaked again weakly. After a moment, the plate rattled against the table, bacon completely gone, save for one piece that slipped off the table and onto the grass.

Before it hit the ground, however, the bench creaked again and seemed to raise a bit as if a weight had been removed, and the grass, for only a brief moment, seemed to be depressed in the odd shape of a foot. Along the top, the grass was black, singed like fire had breathed softly across it, before it too returned to normal, undisturbed green.