Çïrqµê Ðê lå Lµñê {Semi-Lit Professional Circus Roleplay}

[Bluish]

[Yaay :3]

[Kites]

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Cirque de la Lune...
The man stuffed his hands in his pockets. The pre-show nerves were usual, and one would think that they would be overcome with years of going on stage. But you would be wrong. He took a deep breath, taking in the musky air of the theatre, and closed his eyes. This show, like all of the others, was going to be perfect. He only hired the best, and he expected the best, as did the audience. He opened his eyes, and took out his hand from his pocket. He looked down at the beaten silver watch, and a frown creased his forehead.
Five minutes until the meeting.
He turned away from the banister that he was standing at, and walked down the stairs, his sequin encrusted navy tailcoat swishing with a glimmer. He bounced down the stairs, and positivly leapt onto the stage. He spun around, his arms wide, and his green eyes shut. He came to a stop, his tails whipping around his legs. He lifted his hea to look at the theatre. It was an old building in the middle of the city, respected worldwide. Stars had performed on this very stage. The ringleader put his black top hat on his head, his polished waist height staff sat firmly in his hands as he gave his opening pose to the seemingly empty theatre.
A small clapping echoed through the theatre, and Damien's head snapped upwards. His face broke into a grin, laughter lines appearing around his eyes, a feature which he hated. "Alexia!" His voice was strong, powerful and confident, though with an English accent which he had been perfecting for the last week.
The young girl poked her head from around one of the leather seats and skipped to the stage, her matching navy tails swishing and glittering as she went.
"Daddy!" She called as she clambered onto the stage, and threw her arms around her fathers waist. Damien chuckled, and stroked her head with a free hand. "Are you ready my dear?" He asked, his accent now returning to normal; A mild Russian accent.
"Ready Pa!" Alexia grinned into his coat. Although she wasn't allowed to perform, Alexia occasionally went onstage for a small scene with her father, only as a sidekick for opening or closing the show.
"You'll be perfect my dear", Damien chuckled as he checked his watch once more. It was six o'clock, the performers should be arriving any minute now, perhaps with their make-up half done, perhaps already ready. Indeed, Damien's face was caked in stage paint, and Alexia had a silver moon painted onto her cheek that mirrored the ones on their tailcoats.
The show was to start in an hour and a half, and it was tradition for the ringmaster to give a prep talk to the performers on the night of the show.

[Kryptonite]

(Is there still space to join?)

Username: forlock
Character name: Raiven
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Picture/Description: Raiven is a bit on the tall side, with a lean and decently muscled body for a woman. She has slightly tanned skin, and jet black hair that is always up in a bun or french braid. Her eyebrows are dark, narrow and frame her icy blue eyes perfectly. She chooses to wear dark black eyeliner even though her lashes are naturally tinted so dark it looks like she's always wearing makeup, even when she goes natural. Her pale lips are thin, and refuse to be plump or pink, but only a bland, nude, unnoticable and unappealing shade.
She's generally metal-free, except for her ears, which are pierced twice on the lobes, once in the cartilage, and once with an industrial, all sporting heavy silver hoops and bar.
Her main colour is black, and she rarely strays away from it. She wears a black tanktop on the warm days, and almost never takes off her black cargo pants and worn out combat boots. She owns a much-loved black leather jacket, and a black trench coat as well. Her wardrobe consists of little more.
Raiven is seldom seen in shorts, or even capri pants for that matter. She refuses to show any skin besides her arms, collarbones and up, UNLESS it's for the show, and a costume requires it.
Personality: Raiven is a tricky person, and mysterious to the initial view. Overall, she is just a grim, silent person. Always observing, always thinking, never smiling. Ever. Wonders take place in her head, but she never voices them.
She tends to stay away from people, and even has a slight dislike towards others. Many people just leave her be, and she's thankful for that, but if people must convers with her, she will reply quietly in a low voice, using as litle breath as possible, as if speaking is a complete waste of it.
Anger, for her, isn't a foreign thing, but it's rare. Few things tick her off to the point of hitting, but that's how she deals with it.
She struggles on the inside, even in her state of ignorance. She has a secret stash of the most useless things that she keeps in a wooden box. It contains an old coin, a pebble, a pencil sharpened to it's end, a pair of dice and other objects with absoloutly no value. She doesn't show this to anyone, but her way of 'venting' is to collect and never let go. She doesn't want to lose anything, since, at one point, she had nothing. It's a sort of compulsive dissorder that messes with her.
History: Raiven grew up with abusive parents. Abusive enough to make her run to the streets for refuge. She was homeless at the age of 13, living either alone, or with people she could not trust. And she never did. Trust, that is.
She made herself hostile to everyone she met, unable to trust or think that they might actually want to help. Her life took horrible turns, down paths of drugs, fights, robbery, and more. She finally went starved, and forced herself to join a gypsy circus that passed through her town every year. They gladly took her in and introduced her to every skill they could show her, and the one she took to most was sword swallowing. They said she had a talent, but of course had to recieve much training to master it. Eventually, she became so good, that the gypsies traded her to a bigger and better circus for the money. Again, the trust issue devastated her. That's how her life ended, and her career began.
Type of performer: Sword Swallower
Other: Since she's an immensly secretive person, she also practices contortion without telling anyone. She throws daggers too, a skill she learned from the gypsies. Besides that, she has her little trinket box of useless posessions, and the history she keeps hidden, and well as her true self.

Character name: Jay White
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Picture/Description: Jay is a tall, muscular guy with a fair complexion. He keeps his brown hair cut messily short, and his arms are covered in colourful tattoos. As for his wardrobe: it's totally random. He'll wear anything from jeans, to muscle shirts, to tie-dye, to army cargo and beyond. The only thing that may be slightly predictable is his hats. He usually wears a baseball cap, even if it's a cloudy day.
He has a thin piercing on the side of his lip, and dirty green eyes.
Personality: Jay is a sunny guy. His glass is always half-full, and he looks at the bright side of everything, even if there isn't one. Jay lives on the thrills and fun of life, doing whatever it takes to get out there and be happy. Being content just isn't enough.
Usually, he'll make a joke out of a bad situation - which can either be a blessing or a curse, depending on how you percieve it.
Nothing bothers Jay more than moody people, which is why he sticks to his outgoing personality, and doesn't let go.
Eventually though, someone will push a button in him,(and perhaps pull a few strings and snap some twigs in there as well) and he'll blow up. His anger usually channels through his fists. Occasinally, he won't even give you a warning. One second, you're perfectly content, the next, you're on the ground with a black eye. But most people won't have to worry about that side of him, because it stays well hidden.
History: Jay was always a gang kid, even from an early age. He was involved openly in fights, drugs, heists, etc. getting used to knives, guns and battle.
He had no where to go, since his mom was an addict, and his dad a gangster himself, so he took to the streets, spending as much time away from home as possible, spray-painting grafitti, hanging around other thugs or just walking through the city. Eventually, when his dad was shot, and no one seemed to give a damn, Jay fled as far away as he could. He wanted to start over, since he never got to have a choice in what he did in life. He used his 'skills' to break into or steal cars, and hitch-hiked all the way down to Miami, where he learned amazing things, like surfing and archery. Of course, though, he got involved with the gangs there aswell, and everywhere he went, he seemed to be attracted to the gang-life, and knew it was a bad habit. the only thing he did enjoy besides the meth highs (minus the downfall), was performing for entertainment. He always had a challenging grin on his face, as if he might spit fire at anyone, any moment. Jay was born with amazing percision aiming skills, and being in gangs only strengthened it more. Everywhere he went, he got amazing reactions. Eventually, he knew he needed a job to help keep him away from boredom, which led to more fights and drugs, so he joined a circus in Texas. He was taught all the tricks of the trade, and eventually was promoted to Dagger Master. From there, he looked into bigger and better companies.
Type of performer: Impalement Arts (mainly knife throwing)
Other:

[Kites]

{{Yes there is, accepted forlock! My introductory post is finished, make sure you read it!}}

[antler apathy]

A e o n S m i t h
Female | 35 Years | Cord Lisse

The woman slowly pulled in to the back parking lot, parking her car nearest she could to the entrance. As she swung her legs around to get out, the cold breeze caught her neck, making the hairs rise. Outside it was brisk, dreary, and seemed to be in black and white, the only signs of color were Aeon's burgundy colored car, and a few a strayed trash items dragging along the ground. Aeon clutched her trench coat shut, a rather large case in her other hand. The case--filled with costumes, makeup supplies and other performance items, was more of a backup just in case she (Or any other performers) had a last minute crisis in which they needed to attend to.

Aeon pulled open the backstage door, quickly entering the warm building and shutting out the cold air behind her. She glanced around for a few seconds before proceeding to one of the mirrors all around the general backstage area. Already she had applied the metallic face paints to develop a rather random swirling design that curled around her left eye. And luckily none of it had rubbed off yet either, so Aeon was set for tonight's show appearance wise. The woman pulled her long coat off, and slung it over the shoulder of the chair, she then turned to look at the entrance to the stage.

Aeon proceeded down the flight of stairs, and stopped at the bottom watching her ring leader and his sweet little daughter for a moment-- a caring smile on her face. Damien was a caring man, Aeon had always admired his views, and the way he treated his little girl with such a firm yet loving nature.

"I see you two are ready." The woman spoke, entering in to the light of the stage, her black leotard and tights softly glinted in the light from the intertwined silver strings. "And my, Alexia! You look like a smaller female version of your father with your matching outfits. Your moon is cute as a button." She complimented, advancing on to two with the smile kept on her face.

[Sparkly Ninja]

((Yea! Now I can start writing. I will get my first and introductory post up tomorrow. All I've been able to do is design her stage makeup and costume...))

[Sparkly Ninja]

Allete the Highwire Performer

Allete stood in the theatre's bathroom in front of the sinks, staring in the mirror.
Her leotard was legless and armless, with only one shoulder strap. It was the colour of dusk, when the sky can't decide whether it wants to stay the bright azure or day, or carry on into the deep midnight blue of evening so it settles in between for a few minutes.

Across the surface of the skintight materiel were scattered tiny, mirrored stars, about the size of dimes. They caught the light of the ceiling lamp and scattered it into a million tiny pieces, which played along the walls and across the ceiling and floor.

Allete's stage makeup was harsh looking, made for being viewed from a hundred feet below. It looked disturbing at such close quarters. She had on large, fake eyelashes sprinkled with glitter. Her blue and sliver eye shadow was streaked from her eye lids all the way up to the roots of her black hair, which was still loose, where is met in a glitter lined point. Her lips were pale pink and also sparkled with glitter.

Allete frowned at herself. She turned this way and that, making the star's reflected light bounce and twinkle happily and craning her neck to try and look at herself from all angles. She made a few deft tugs here and there and then, finally satisfied, She leaned in close to the mirror to examine her makeup. It too, after a few brushes and some re-applying, pasted the final inspection.

She then began on her hair. She leaned over, gathering the hair into a high ponytail with one hand, well the other smoothed the hair flat. As she stood up, she glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. She hadn't realized how late it was. She dropped her hair and hurried out the door.

As she stepped out on to the stage, Allete smiled. She loved big rooms. She loved the idea of running up near the ceiling with only the highwire and her own pure skill parting her from the long fall. It made her feel like she was flying. She walked over to where Damien, Alexia, and Aeon were standing. She nodded to Damien. Smiled at Aeon and then turned her attention to Alexia, for whom she had a soft spot.

"I like your outfit. It is most becoming of you." Even though Allete had a French name, she was not French, though often, for the sake of theatre, spoke with a French accent. The masses liked the idea of a French Hirewire Walker much better than a Highwire Walker from no where North Dakota.

[Bluish]

[Oh wow. These posts are long o.o
This Rp is seriously going to improve my writing skills or burn my ego into a smoldering pit of hell.]

[Canair]

Username: Scarlet Devil
Character Name: Alice Mc'Cartney
Age: Eighteen, though she is actually fourteen but I had to change her age for this role play.
Gender: Female
Picture/Description: See above, and, pretend she´s younger o3o
Personality: Alice is sweet and sensitive. Her mind is always set on one goal, before continuing another. She is a smart girl, hoping to achieve something great some day. She is shy and barely speaks, unless she is around most of her few 'friends'. The girl is always active, well not quite. She doesn´t like sport at all, always cowering when she´s chosen for something. Alice is nice and kind to everyone, never really mean unless needed to. Alice enjoys being in the circus, enjoying to act in front of crowds. She tries her best, sometimes failing, sometimes.
History: Alice came from a usual good to go family. She enjoyed to hula-hoop when she was younger, she even wished there was a hula-hoop contest! She was raised by her step mom though, as her actually mother and father divorced when she was young. She didn´t actually go to school. Only two days a week and the rest she practiced hooping or had her governess over. Alice came from a long line of hoopers, in that case she was the best in her family line of hoopers. She trained day and night to be exact and soon she was asking to join Cirque de la Lune by the ringmaster.
Type of performer: Hooper
Other: Nope.

[*stuffs hands in pockets* T^T]

[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

Username:
Ɯιиɢ
Character name:
Chayse Dyre Hunter
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female
Picture/Description:

Personality:
Chayse has always had that sort of dark part of her personality. Sarcastic and witty, she stands up for herself and what she believes in, but usually tends to stay out of things that she isn't a part of. She always remembers the one day she first decided to step down; to become silent. It was when she had people that she knew, fighting against her because of who she was. They almost thought she was dark. Chayse protested that she couldn't help who she was and it ended up in the only memory of her deceased mother, burning to a crisp. She realised that the more she tried, the more hurt she would become. So; she backed down. Became 'The Quiet Girl' as everyone started calling her. But when it was something she really wanted or needed, she would look at people with golden eyes and speak up. People often though of her as 'dark' because of her personality, but in an attempt to fit in, Chayse wore light clothes that complimented her eyes and hair. Eventually in high school, she managed to make her first friends, that she was going - well, hoping - to remember for the rest of her life. These people, Aza Lai, Jon Highland and William Thatch, were the reason she became a lighter person. She smiled and laughed her way through high school but at home, she was the same girl she was in primary. Chayse knew there was always something different about her that would never change. She was fiery, timid, witty, shy, quiet and a lot of other things.

Although her early life was a rough and raggid road, she picked up many hobbies on the way. Sketching became her main priority however. Songwriting came second and then painting, along with writing stories. They were the only lifeline that set apart her differences and made her apart of the crowd. Eventually, she became a slightly different person and her father started referring to her as "Two face" because of it. Sure she was still witty, fiery and other things but the other half of her was; well, a different person entirely. Chayse couldn't stand hurting someone, physically and mentally. She hated break-ups and she hated fights and always stood up for people in sticky situations. She liked to see the light and hated the darkness; the sun on her skin usually sent a electic shock through her body, making it tingle slightly. This was what truely set Chayse apart from the others. The others were either "pretty girls/boys" or "tomboys", a straight personality. But she was different, she liked who she was on one side and also the other. She liked how she could be nice but still stick up for herself and how she could smile on the outside but hide on the inside. As drawing things is her main priority, Chayse always has a pencil and paper near her. If she see's someone she likes, she draws them. If she see's a breathtaking object or landscape, she'll draw it. It's on of the things that pulled her through her problems and helped her through the treaturous years of schooling.
History:
Let's see, where did it all start for Chayse?
Well, it all started when she began middle school, when of course her mother was still alive and her parents had just adopted her brother Jacob. Jacob was always one of those kids that you felt sorry for yet, no matter how many times you apologized, he just smiled and waved his hand with a friendly "I do have a family though. They're standing right in front of me." Before they fostered him though, Chayse met him at school and they were instantly best friends. But no matter how many times she asked "where do you live?" he would just reply with "I'm not allowed to have kids over" which just made Chayse, and her family, curious and curiouser. But one day, she got a little too curious, which ended up in her sneaking out and following him after school. As she followed, she noticed he walked around...basically no-where. Like he had no home. Chayse kept following him until she came to a laundry mat and he walked inside, carrying his old school bag. She saw he had used his money on a bus trip but she didn't know that was it. Leaning over a tub, he soaked a shirt in water and then rung it dry. Next to him a lady started her washing machine and left to come back later. Smiling his shy smile, Jacob simply waited till she was gone and then opened the door to hers and threw his shirt in. At first, Chayse thought he was just being rude but then she realised that he had worn the shirt for 3 days in a row, like he didn't have any other apart from the one he was wearing. Like he only owned two shirts. She went home that day and told her parents what she had saw and they immediately went to him. They asked in their sweet voices where his home was and he said the same thing. Then they asked "Do you have a home?" and he said yes. They knew he was lying and made him confess - truth was, he was an orphan that no-one took in. Homeless and alone. The whole situation changed the Hunter family's life forever. Chayse's parents offered to take care of him for a few days until they knew what to do. They fed him, bought him new clothes, payed for his school and other things until they finally came to the decision to become his legal guardians. And then just like that, he was part of the family.

Soon after Jacob joined them, Chayse's mother Charlotte was diagnozed with cancer, putting another drastic change in her daughters life. The floor suddenly fell from beneath her and she was running away from everything. It's when she became known as 'The Quiet Girl" who rarely ever spoke to people. She was mysterious and slightly dark; and her grades were falling from a 'A' to a jaw dropping 'C-'. No-one knew what to do with her because basically, what could you do with a girl like Chayse? Take her to a doctor and have her tell all her emotions? No way, that was not Chayse. For about a year, Charlotte was sick, getting worse everyday and that was the part that wrenched the girls heart out of her chest. On the Boxing Day, when Jacob had just turned 15, three days earlier, they recieved news about their mother who had been away getting scans. She had passed away during the night and the doctors said there was no way they could have helped her. They also told them that her last words were "But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. Do not fear what they fear ; do not be frightened. Take Courage." and then her eyes had slowly shut for the last time. Chayse has lived on those words for the rest of her life now. After her mothers funeral, everything went spiralling downhill. Chayse's attitude got worse and so did her schooling, making her even more depressed than ever before. Eventually after 3 months her Dad stood up with her brother and said, "That's it. You have to get over this, you have to pick yourself up. Mum's gone, but she's watching you form up there, praying you'll do well in life. She needs you to answer he prayers." Chayse didn't know what it was about those words, but something made her realise just how stubborn she was being. So within 5 months time, Chayse was known as "two face" and her grades were now a 'A-' and she was living her life like never before and making her friends, Aza Lai, Jon Highland and William Thatch. It was also the time when she took up drawing, the art soon becoming her deep passion. That wasn't her only passion however...

When she was eighteen, Chayse fell in love with her good friend, William. She knew they were only friends but in her eyes, the relationship was a little bit more. But she couldn't say the same for Will, as she had no idea what he felt. She had never gone out with a guy before let alone felt the way she did about him; so she didn't know what she was meant to do. She always remembers the one day when she and her friends were going to the movies. Aza called in sick and Jon was looking after her, so it was just Will and Chayse. She found it sort of odd in her opinion and was nervous. Then at the end of the movie, they walked outside and Wil turned and said to her, "Look, Chayse...I like you. Like really like you." She was shocked; she had been waiting for him to say that and now she knew. They dated for a month or two; maybe more, but it was all ruined when Chayse did the stupidest thing. It was one afternoon and Will came over to her, smiling and saying "Hi" before pulling her close. His face was close to hers, and Chayse simply fumbled around until she found his arms and loosened them before slowly backing away. Then she turned, and walked out of his life...
Type of performer:
Aerial Silk
Other: