Performer Form
Name : Arja Fell
Gender : Male
Age : Sixteen, but he doesn't act like it much.
Your act : Contortionist
How long you've been with the SP : He's a very recent addition, he's only been at the circus for three months.
How you've been altered : The Director altered his joints and bone structure in such a way that Arja became the ultimate contortionist. He can now bend his bones at will, and dislocate, then relocate every bone in his body. His skin was made unusually stretchy so it would not break when his bones changed form, but it does little to lessen the pain. Dislocating limbs may be easy for him, but it is still as painful to him as the next person in line. The Director has been trying to fix this to improve the quality of Arja's show, but so far has not been able to conjure an anesthetic that will only take effect when Arja's bones break or contort. Instead, all he's succeeded in doing is making the boy's fingers and toes go numb for hours on end.
Bio : Arja was always the kind soul, he was very shy and kind to anyone he met or knew, even to the people he'd been around for years. He was born into a family that was considered odd by many people, but very friendly and always happy to help around the community. There was gossip and rumors surrounding them, but none of it was horribly unpleasant. They were liked by almost everyone.
Alas, nothing can ever be perfect. Adored by the teachers for his calm and quiet demeanor, at first Arja's school days went smoothly without any problems. That was, until he hit junior high. In the beginning of seventh grade, everything started to change. The teachers still loved him, and now this started to be the source of his troubles. He had already been partly ostracized by his classmates for being so different, but once others started to notice that he was getting such high marks for almost doing nothing to participate in class, people started to become weary of the abnormally short and silent teacher's pet. As the year progressed the bullying got worse and worse, from at first merely being teased in the hallways, to being locked for entire periods in the custodian's closet.
Arja never mentioned this to anyone, but even the teachers slowly started to notice that the boy had changed. Instead of simply being shy, he had taken to not speaking a word to anyone, keeping his eyes constantly trained on the ground, and sitting in the darkest back corners of the room. The few friends he'd managed to find were drifting away from him, but he did nothing to stop them. He'd never learned how to deal with any of this, so he sat and watched the world pass him by, trapped in a box of misery with no escape.
His family noticed too, how he was coming home with large bruises and cuts covering his body, but he refused to speak of them. His parents had never really been to involved in his life, so they let him be, managing to convince themselves that his short excuses wasn't some kind of pretext hiding how he'd really got the cuts. They weren't evil, or mean, or anything of the sort. They simply had no idea what to do.
The painful torture game continued well into high school, until one day his pacifist person couldn't handle it anymore. He dropped out of tenth grade, with a failing grade in every subject he'd taken that year. But even that couldn't solve his problems.
The group of boys who had enjoyed making his life miserable for four years decided that they'd give Arja a break and end his pathetic, meaningless existence. As a favor. So when they found the boy sitting in the desolate park at night, they just couldn't help themselves. They hit Arja with anything they could find, from pipes they brought with them to branches they tore from the trees surrounding the field. Arja didn't fight back. He never had. After an hour passed of constant beating, the finally left him to die, with six ribs broken, along with both of his arms and legs, and his skull fractured. The last thing he heard before his world faded was the chilling, drunken laughter of one of the boys as he staggered off.
When Arja awoke, he was lying against the cold steel floor of his cage, covered head to toe with bandages and an IV taped to his arm. Since then, though Arja remains very shy, he's taken much more of a child's personality. The Director suspects it happened as a result of one of the nastier blows to his head, because recently Arja's been referring to people in third person even when they are right in front of him, and is almost constantly seen with a smile unless he happens to be performing.
Crush : None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend : None
Theme Song (Not optional) : I'd Hate To Be You When People Find Out What This Song Is About-Mayday Parade
Other :--
Name : Arja Fell
Gender : Male
Age : Sixteen, but he doesn't act like it much.
Your act : Contortionist
How long you've been with the SP : He's a very recent addition, he's only been at the circus for three months.
How you've been altered : The Director altered his joints and bone structure in such a way that Arja became the ultimate contortionist. He can now bend his bones at will, and dislocate, then relocate every bone in his body. His skin was made unusually stretchy so it would not break when his bones changed form, but it does little to lessen the pain. Dislocating limbs may be easy for him, but it is still as painful to him as the next person in line. The Director has been trying to fix this to improve the quality of Arja's show, but so far has not been able to conjure an anesthetic that will only take effect when Arja's bones break or contort. Instead, all he's succeeded in doing is making the boy's fingers and toes go numb for hours on end.
Bio : Arja was always the kind soul, he was very shy and kind to anyone he met or knew, even to the people he'd been around for years. He was born into a family that was considered odd by many people, but very friendly and always happy to help around the community. There was gossip and rumors surrounding them, but none of it was horribly unpleasant. They were liked by almost everyone.
Alas, nothing can ever be perfect. Adored by the teachers for his calm and quiet demeanor, at first Arja's school days went smoothly without any problems. That was, until he hit junior high. In the beginning of seventh grade, everything started to change. The teachers still loved him, and now this started to be the source of his troubles. He had already been partly ostracized by his classmates for being so different, but once others started to notice that he was getting such high marks for almost doing nothing to participate in class, people started to become weary of the abnormally short and silent teacher's pet. As the year progressed the bullying got worse and worse, from at first merely being teased in the hallways, to being locked for entire periods in the custodian's closet.
Arja never mentioned this to anyone, but even the teachers slowly started to notice that the boy had changed. Instead of simply being shy, he had taken to not speaking a word to anyone, keeping his eyes constantly trained on the ground, and sitting in the darkest back corners of the room. The few friends he'd managed to find were drifting away from him, but he did nothing to stop them. He'd never learned how to deal with any of this, so he sat and watched the world pass him by, trapped in a box of misery with no escape.
His family noticed too, how he was coming home with large bruises and cuts covering his body, but he refused to speak of them. His parents had never really been to involved in his life, so they let him be, managing to convince themselves that his short excuses wasn't some kind of pretext hiding how he'd really got the cuts. They weren't evil, or mean, or anything of the sort. They simply had no idea what to do.
The painful torture game continued well into high school, until one day his pacifist person couldn't handle it anymore. He dropped out of tenth grade, with a failing grade in every subject he'd taken that year. But even that couldn't solve his problems.
The group of boys who had enjoyed making his life miserable for four years decided that they'd give Arja a break and end his pathetic, meaningless existence. As a favor. So when they found the boy sitting in the desolate park at night, they just couldn't help themselves. They hit Arja with anything they could find, from pipes they brought with them to branches they tore from the trees surrounding the field. Arja didn't fight back. He never had. After an hour passed of constant beating, the finally left him to die, with six ribs broken, along with both of his arms and legs, and his skull fractured. The last thing he heard before his world faded was the chilling, drunken laughter of one of the boys as he staggered off.
When Arja awoke, he was lying against the cold steel floor of his cage, covered head to toe with bandages and an IV taped to his arm. Since then, though Arja remains very shy, he's taken much more of a child's personality. The Director suspects it happened as a result of one of the nastier blows to his head, because recently Arja's been referring to people in third person even when they are right in front of him, and is almost constantly seen with a smile unless he happens to be performing.
Crush : None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend : None
Theme Song (Not optional) : I'd Hate To Be You When People Find Out What This Song Is About-Mayday Parade
Other :--
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