[voices]

res with my life

[shin]

This Circus was the home to "The Death-Defying" Maestro Binks. Maestro's Circus went on for some time between the 1990′s and 2000's, touring across various parts of the world. Fragments of the Circus still linger around, including few trailers where the clowns, preformers and animals were housed. Even the cages, large and small, are still there– discarded when the circus was abandoned. Although many of the trailers are damaged from the inside out by either raiders or natural disasters, you can still find fliers, popcorn bags and soda cups along with assorted pieces of memorabilia throughout the area.

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Maestro Binks was thought to be the worlds bravest Prism Keeper. Completing crazy stunts like being shot out of a cannon through rings of fire. There were other acts in his Circus, too, however, PK's all around the world came to see the star of the show, Mr. Binks. Everyone loved him and cheered for him at every show he did. Until one stunt that turned almost fatal. Maestro was harnessed tight onto a zip-line that went not very high over a pool of piranhas. But once he started going across the pool on the zip-line, he noticed that the harnesses ropes weren't that strong. he was too heavy for them, and they started ripping. The piranhas were jumping up and latching onto Binks' body and the weight caused the ropes to break, and he fell straight into the pool.



(¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.-> "Ʈɦƹ ȡƹąƮɦ-ȡƹƒ¥ɨɲǥ" ʍąƹȿƮřǿ þɨɲƙȿ! <-.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯)

"Some people say I shouldn't have survived. Others, say I'm lucky. But that's just what it is, pure luck. You only live once? Been there, done that. The universe has given me a second chance. I'm going to take that chance, by living my life to it's fullest. I want to have a family, not fans. I don't care what others think of me anymore.."

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After the incident, it was announced to the world that Maestro could never preform stunts again. Once the star of the show was gone, the rest of the performers went out of business. The circus was dead. All that was left of it, was all the old trailers where the other performers lived. Including Maestro's trailer, which was filled with all of the posters of his many performances.

(¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.-> "Ʈɦƹ ȡƹąƮɦ-ȡƹƒ¥ɨɲǥ" ʍąƹȿƮřǿ þɨɲƙȿ! <-.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯)

"My trailer? Yes, it is in fact, still in tact. To this day, when I'm feeling lonely, which is, almost all of the time, I go back to the ruins of my Circus and visit my old home. There's lots of rubble inside it, some of my posters are torn, and there's graffiti on the walls inside and out, but even then, somehow it gives me more pride now than it did back then. Why, you ask? Because I know that I spent most of my life bringing joy to others. I can rest peacefully now that I know I will never have to do those dangerous stunts again. My era of entertainment is over. I'm sure someone will take my place, and show the world that life's too short to spend it wishing."

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Not too long after Maestro's Circus shut down for good, Maestro Binks was pronounced missing in action. No one could contact him anymore, not even close friends. No one was really too concerned about his whereabouts, considering he wasn't a worldwide hero anymore. To this day, no one really knows where he is, or where he has been. Though, some claim to have seen his scarred body roaming the streets around the Circus' ruins at night.

(¯`·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.-> "Ʈɦƹ ȡƹąƮɦ-ȡƹƒ¥ɨɲǥ" ʍąƹȿƮřǿ þɨɲƙȿ! <-.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸.·´¯)

"What most people don't know is what really happened on the terrible day of the accident. The people who say I shouldn't have survived, are right. I shouldn't have survived. That's why I didn't. Half of me died that day. In return for letting me survive, I had to pay the cruel price of becoming a ghost at night, and haunting the streets. Do I want to be like this? No. Is it a fair price to pay if it means that I could have a wife, and kids? Yes."





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[The Pirate Dragon]

I will not be entering! Although I wanted to, I wanted to give the chance to others to win this beautiful PK and decided I need to give my current ones more attention anyways.

[dr pepper.]

possible hmmmmmm

[Novi]

reserved with my whole entire beingl - and the name Reivana (a combination of the Japanese name "Rei" [spirit] and the Sanskrit name "Nirvana" [extinction of the soul])

[bullie]

reserve

[rem sleep]

mark

[.Toboe.]

maaaaarking :'U

[DJRainbowDemon]

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Male // Bisexual



Promise - Silent Hill



Lexor is quiet and normally a bit sad, which is normal for someone in his position. He is quite sensitive about the topic of his death and will become defensive or try to quickly change the topic. He is very understanding and helpful, as well as kind. Lexor is a bit naive and trusting, often getting into bad situations because of this. He dislikes anything that has to do with death and is a bit ashamed of his 'other-half', constantly reminding him of his death. He has had extreme abandonment issues since his death and he will become clingy towards his girlfriend/boyfriend/mate.


Lexor sighed, looking up at the dark sky, the feathers along his back gently moving in the wind. He looked back down, seeing the rain splash against the mud. Taking a few steps, he examined his surroundings, having flashbacks from his childhood. He was quite sad and displeased to see his favorite childhood hangout falling apart. He had so many memories here; both good and bad. A sad smile crossed his face as rain continued to soak through his fur.

Deciding to look for any mementos to take, he began exploring the old circus grounds. He paused, the 'haunted-house' catching his eye. Catiously walking up to it, he stopped infront of the stairs, looking up at the dark opening that belonged to the door. He took a deep breath and began to scale the stairs, taking slightly nervous steps to the entrance and walking in.

Looking around at all the broken, motion-activated ghosts and ghouls. Smiling at himself for being afraid, he relaxed, realizing it wasn't all that scary. As he walked further into the attraction, floorboards creaked and groaned under him. He flinched slightly at the sound of the building settling around him. A bit uncomfortable, he began to hurry to the end.

He jumped when he heard a loud crack. Frantically looking around, he sped up, trying to get out of the building. Flinching at another loud crack, he stopped and looked around, frightened. There was a loud crashing noise, then darkness. Nothing but darkness and silence.

Cringing in pain, Lexor slowly opened his eyes, attempting to process his surroundings. Where am I? He thought, thouroghly confused. He blinked slowly, a bit dazed. He started suddenly as he noticed his vision was covered in a light, white haze. Blinking again, he thought, feeling like he was forgetting something. Something important.

He stood, feeling a bit odd. A bit... lighter. He shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it, then began walking. It looks like it got dark while I was out. He thought, walking towards the decayed ferris wheel. Again, he felt that nagging feeling that something was missing from his memory. Determind to find out what it was he began wandering the circus.

He paused, seeing rubble in the distance. Chills ran through his body as he looked at it, feeling something was very wrong. Lexor was afraid, yet something told him to go explore it. Almost unconsiously, He began to move towards it, unsure of his motive, but following through none-the-less. After he got there, everything seemed silent. He hesitated, unsure about wanting to continue.

He closed his eyes, then walked up the steps to what was previously a building. He paused as he saw a form under some of the rubble. "Hello?" Lexor tried to call, but it only came out as a whisper. Frowning, he walked to the form and pushed away some of the rubble, then falling back, shocked. Suddenly, he remembered everything. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized who he was looking at. He was looking at himself.

.:Athazagoraphobia, the fear of being ignored, forgotten, or forgetting:.
-Ever since his death, everyone seemed to gradually forget him and he was forgetting more and more from his past. As him and his memories faded away, he began to develop a phobia for something that was already occurring.

.:Autophobia, the fear of being alone or of oneself:.
He has always feared being alone, it just became much more evident after his death. He began to harbor a slight fear towards his self, mainly his ghost half.

.:Catoptrophobia, the fear of mirrors:.
This phobia of his is a bit irrational. He has come to fear mirrors through the fact that he dislikes being reminded of his death, and seeing himself reflected in anything reminds him that he has died.

Death is life's most dangerous weapon.
Sometimes it's unexpected and sometimes predicted.
An accident, illness, murder?
What happens after that?
Do we just fade away like ash in the wind?
Unanswered questions, empty expressions.
The clock will stop ticking and everything will stop.
The last tear shed, and the goodbye's never said.
The bright summer days are over as you're left in the dark.
Heart no longer beating, your lungs no longer breathing,
Your color has disappeared, and everything has faded to
Monochrome.

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[quietude]

possible res