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[Infinity]

Age:
24
Name:
Infinity (Same as my username, yes.)
Gender:
Female
History:
Infinity was usually alone all her life until she had found the circus at the age of four. She never really knew much about her disability but soon learned after a few years of just visiting the circus. At the age of 12, she used it for the first time and joined the circus simultaneously.
Unusual Trait:
She can summon wolves anytime she wants to or needs to.
Personality:
She is very optimistic and likes to be different than others.
Time spent with the Circus:
12 years, soon to be 13.

((Was I accepted..?))

[Wolf_Fang_13]

Cecilia awoke at the light rays warming her cheek. She stretched out her limbs and sat up on her bed. Even though her pale blue eyes were open, Cecilia could still only see darkness since she has been blind since birth. This never bothered her though.

Seeing Cecilia awaken, Jean, the capuchin monkey, quickly cam to her side. He brought her over a white blouse, black trousers, and a simple brown waist coat. She put on the clothes on her own and then slipped her feet into her black leather boots. Jean then neatly brushed out her long red hair and started to braid it. He then tied it up in a complicated bun, that only one with small delicate fingers could hope to make. He then tucked a small black feather at the base of her bun, slightly sticking out to the left.

"What would I ever do without you?" Cecilia said thanking her little friend and helper. jean just chirped in pride of his work. Cecilia smiled and then put on a few silver bangles while Jean clasped a couple of silver pendant around her neck. Cecilia then heard a soft melody playing. "Do you hear that Jean? Looks like someone is playing a beautiful tune," she said getting up and walking out of her room. Jean followed closing the door behind them.

[Ringworm]

[[ah,sorry. Everyone is accepted :3]]

[Zenia]

Quintessa sat at her desk, fingering the frayed edges of its wood and looking out towards the window of her room. There was a cloth that covered it, though. She was a vampire and the sunlight was really not her best of friends. She had stayed up all through last night, practicing her acrobatic moves and then finally returning to her private quarters before the sun came up. That was one thing that she really did not like about being a vampire. She had to stay here in her bedroom and waste away her extra time. Though, she could practice her gymnastics. No, she would most likely crash into her few pieces of furniture. That would not be too good.
And so, Quintessa sat there in her chair quietly. She poured herself a glass of red liquid from a nearby bottle and raised it to her lips. Over the rim of the glass, she glanced at the mirror in front of her and saw her light blue eyes looking back at her, framed by a black mask.

[Ringworm]

[[Sorry I'm so late to reply, I've been busy with school]]
The melodic sound of a violin woke Boris up, and with a sigh, he pulled his blanket over his eyes.
The smell of rotten skin wafted in his caravan, his most loyal corpse person lived with him inside of it, wedged usually in an awkward position under his bed. But now,it was crawling out, knowing its duty to wake its master up-and the rest of the circus. It walked out the door in a strange toddler-like manner, and skillfully climbed to the top of the caravan, letting out a horrid screech loud enough to wake the dead. A uniform tumble from each cabin followed, with Boris being no exception.
With a sigh, he got up and fumbled his hands through his coat hanger, pulling out a regal gentleman's coat and a cravat, which he put on in a single, fluid motion.
Walking out the caravan, a sudden sting enveloped him, like millions of hailstones pelting him. But he trudged on, he was an old vampire, who was much more used to the sun. That, and a large cloud was quickly covering the sun.
The corpse person on his roof followed him, with a little tag around his neck.
"Barbo".
He was heading towards the kitchen caravan, which had a stove, bucket of water, table and a cabinet of spice as well as an icebox.
Opening the door, he rang the bell beside it, telling the others he was preparing food.
That was for two reasons.
So people would come, and so others wouldn't.
The reason, being Boris was a lethal chef who put anything into anything, as long as it smelled good.
Which of course, meant he would serve anything with a sense of smell dulled from being around the corpse people.
But still, footsteps where heard as he grabbed a jar of cinnamon and cracked two eggs into a bowl.

[Cashcash]

Chris was sound asleep untill he heard the horread sound that the repulsive corpse person made every morning. He muttered some nasty words as he sat up. Chris had only been a vampire for a short time and asolutly hated the sun he looked out the window pulling the cutains back a inch then closing them quickly. It wasn't to sunny today but Chris rather stay inside. He got dressed in tousers and a random white shrit that was laying on the floor. Chris throw on his long black coat and ran as fast as he could to the kichen trailer. When he smelt Boris' cooking he almost ran back outside but instead he opened the door and walked in "morin' Boris" he said quietly sitting down at a table.

[Moondancer]

Gabriel set down the violin carefully and made his way to the door, doing up the jacket as he went. He opened the door slowly, blinking at the light, and smiled at Layla weakly. He stepped out of the door and winced as the direct light hit his skin. Being as old a vampire as he was, sunlight didn't hurt him much anymore, but it still stung. He pulled his bowler hat further down and turned back to Layla. "Good morning" he muttered

He looked up when he heard the sound of a bell coming from the kitchen caravan. He retreated back into his room for a moment and opened one of the cupboards, taking out a mug and a canister of deep red liquid. Pouring some of the liquid into the mug, he returned outside and set off for the kitchen caravan, holding the mug in one hand. "Coming?" he asked Layla, glancing at her briefly.

[Ringworm]

Momentairily looking away from the horrow that would soon be called "food" Boris smiled and nodded.
"Good morning Chris."
Mixing about three cups of cinnamon into the two eggs,he noticed Chris' look.
"Too much cinnamon?"
Barbo waddled to his side,holding fish from the icebox,plopping them into a pan with a reeking sizzle. Looking out the dirty frosted window,he saw a door to another caravan open,grinning.

-x-
Hith a grunt,Deep pulled himself out the door,wrapped in a long orange robe to shield him from the cold even years later he desteted. But still,the cold could never compare to a fall down a mountain. With a long,loud creak he opened the door to the kitchen caravan,plopping down on the chair with an "Oof" of relief.
"Good morning Mr.Boris...Good morning Mr.Christopher."
He looked to his side,to smile with glee at the sight of Barbo tugging on his robe.
"Ah,and good morning Mr.Barbo."
Deep had a soft spot for Barbo,he saw him as a loyal companion and felt close to him,bringing him fruit from time to time. Pulling a mango out of his robe pocket,he smiled at Barbo.
"You can do it,Barbo...Come,now." With a sigh-ish sound,the creature dropped down and bent into a yoga poition-the candlestick. Grinning,Deep threw the apple,which barbo caught with a raised foot and brought to his mouth.

[Wolf_Fang_13]

Cecilia heard the ringing bells coming from the kitchen. She rushed outside, smiling as the sun warmed her pallid face. Jean climbed up the girl's back and sat down on her shoulder. She walked into the kitchen, light on her feet like a dancer. From the noises around her she could tell that others were in here too. "Good morning, what have you cooked up this time?" she asked looking towards the smell of corpse people, which she guessed was Boris. "Smells like nothing but cinnamon and eggs," she commented. Being blind her whole life, Cecilia has developed an acute sense of smell and sound for a human.

[Ringworm]

Grinning,he flipped the monstrosity again.
"With the current ratio,that's about right."
Grabbing another handful, he cracked and dropped them in.
"If your pallet isn't sophisticated enough,There should be some fruit in the icebox." He said with a grin. By now Barbo was leaving,off to set up the stage which was a large cylinder about ten feet wide and 5 feet tall,made of a light yellow wood. Barbo surely couldn't do it by himself,but him and the rest of the Corpse People could. That's what seperated Barbo from the rest-He had almost human like intelligence,whereas the rest where more of a massive hive mind.
Grabbing a few plates from the cabinet,Boris set portions on to each one,and putting them on the table.