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 Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 10:18 am
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXConlaodh Seamus Daino The Ace of Spades But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... "Fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards."
Basically...
I've been trapped for Nineteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as The Magicain
Even though I have OCD and do not speak.
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
As a child Conlaodh (Pronounced: Kun-Lee) was always quick to a joke. He loved making people laugh. He was also deeply in love with playing piano, and became quite good at it. But when he was fifteen, his mother left the family. She abandoned him with his father, and took his two younger sisters. He was furious, so he stole his father's car and followed her. He took his sisters and put them in the car, soon after he punched his mother in the face and left her for dead, like she did to him.
They didn't hear from his mother after that. Conlaodh's father had assumed that she just never wanted to be a part of the family in the first place.
Conlaodh had always loved playing cards and gambling. At one point he learned all of the dealing and shuffling tricks that dealt with poker. There was never a time that he was without a deck of cards. When he was sixteen, he learned several magic tricks, and only became better with time. When he turned seventeen, his father died, and he took the responsibilty of caring for his sisters. He was bringing them to school one morning, when he was stopped, and his car was taken. The robber wouldn't allow his sister's to get out of the car because of something that Conlaodh said. That was the moment that he swore to never speak again.
A couple of months later, the ringmaster of the circus found Conlaodh dealing cards in a casino for quick money, and insisted that he join the circus. He never would have considered it when the rest of his family was around, but he had no money and was on the verge of suicide so he decided to let something get life off of his mind. And it has made me who I am...
Strong (Physically and Mentally), Talented, Shy, Nervous, Depressed, Fearful, Sarcastic, Funny, Protective.
Conlaodh loves music and is usually listening to or creating it. He fears silence, fire, and clowns. (Oddly enough, two of those things are very common in a circus).
Conlaodh's OCD is very servere in his opinion. He can tell when a painting is tilted even if it's only a milimeter. He does not speak however, so after he notices everything wrong with a room, he does not complain. It takes a lot out of him mentally just knowing that there are imperfections, but he fears speaking. His mouth has gotten him into way too much trouble throughout his life. In fact, when he was only a child, his best friend always tried to tell him that he complained too much, (because of the imperfections of course) but he never listened. And when she died, he decided to try his best to take her advice and keep his mouth shut. But the final reason that he has chosen not to speak, is because of what he said to the car robber that abducted his sisters. He loved them more than anything, and he will never get to see them again. It is the only thing that can make him cry; knowing that his sisters are gone because of him. ...That my mind is already lost. TaishoSei8Death
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 10:36 am
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Nadya Sophia Smirnov The Beautiful Serpant But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... "Dance every performance as if it were your last."
Basically...
I've been trapped for Twenty years.
They've decided to let me preform as a Dancer
Even though I amColor-Blind and have Borderline Personality Disorder
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Raised in a very Strict Russian Family, Nadya had been doing acrobatics since she was a child. Her mother well known throughout Russia, her Father a Romanian Dignitarty, Nadya had nothing but the best of teachings. Being Color Blind, Her parents did not allow that to stop the girl from growing into something..spectacular. As she grew older, her parents had been working so much, Nadya had lost all touch with them. When the time came, Her parents had gotten into a rather bad Car Accident, loosing both of their lives. Nadya was only 14 at the time.
Having nowhere else to go, The money her parents had situated for her was locked away till she turned 21, Nadya was left with nothing. Put into a foster care, Nadya continued her training. Seemed to dull all pain whatsoever. Jumping from home to home, Nadya never stayed long, always doing something to be taken away or put somewhere else. So, it wasn't all too surprising when she was placed into the Circus. The laws where she was from weren't very strict, so the girl was basically signed off to the circus until her 18th birthday. Then she would be alotted the time to go off on her own if she so choosed.
Surprisingly enough, the girl was a success in the Circus. But things behind the scenes weren't so well. Nadya was plagued with nightmares that seemed so real it made her conjoure up the idea she had supressed incidents. On the day of her 18th birthday, Nadya left the circus, going into hiding...Until she was discovered...Two years later..
And it has made me who I am...
Nadya can be quite the Spit Fire. Acting out as she see's fit. Accompanying such an attitude with her Acidic Tongue, Sarcasm seems all to familiar from the womans mouth. Normally, Nadya spends whatever time she can, reading or continuing her practice of her talents. Quiet and shy, the only time Nadya seems to be outside of herself is when she is performing. Then she is as charming, and as Free as she can be.
Despite those things, good and bad. Nadya can be quite the friend to have around. Always thinking about others and trying her best to make others happy, it seems quite amazing she hasn't gone insane. But I'm begining to think... Army of Me (Remix) ...That my mind is already lost. CandyCane831
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:51 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Anaïs Lorraine Codere The Red Pearl But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... I see la vie en rose Basically... I've been trapped for eighteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as the all-purpose aerial artist (trapeze, tissue, tightrope, etc)
Even though I have mild CIPAI just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Anaïs was a good girl with a good life. (just so you know, that quote up there? the words are links) As a child and preteen, she didn't get in a lot of trouble. Her parents were happy, and her two brothers were kind and a little annoying but, hey, they were her brothers. Anaïs soon figured out that her parents' marriage wasn't as perfect as she thought it was - somehow, for twelve years, her parents managed to keep their abusive relationship a secret. Being so young, Anaïs believed her mother when she said her cuts and bruises were the result of her clumsiness - but her brothers weren't as naïve. They quickly took action against their father while Anaïs was at a friend's house, but she came home in the middle of a quarrel between her brothers and her father, while her mother cowered against the refrigerator.
Anaïs, her mother, and her brothers went to live in the countryside. There, she was homeschooled, and worked on her grandparent's farm whenever she really felt like it. But Anaïs, then thirteen, quickly became bored living without phones, internet, or anything other than the younger of her brothers, an old television, a dog and a cat and a nasty old cow. She felt like something from a 1950's novel. Anaïs developed a little alter-ego, a dream version of herself. Ana, the beautiful, graceful singer - using this personality, Anaïs found a way to entertain herself. She would climb up to high places, balance her way across the roof of the house. She would test the limits of her balance. She tried to be as good as the people in the pictures of her grandfather's old circus - like The Fairy, the beautiful tightrope walker. Or, rather, her grandmother.
Let's skip ahead a little - one night, Anaïs got in a particularly nasty fight with her mother. So she ran, and ran, and ran, till she the only thing that could guide her home was the distant light atop the silo. It was then that a man Anaïs had never met before approached her - and before she knew it, Anaïs Codere, at only fourteen, found herself in the circus.
And it has made me who I am...
Anaïs is a generally pleasant young woman. She has a sunny, honest disposition. She's the kind of girl you can trust with your secrets, or depend on when you need a good cry. She's a bit immature, being fascinated by childish things like bubbles, or completely calmed by a lullaby. Anaïs is almost always smiling - but she can be brought down by the smallest comment. But then she recovers. Some might think she's bipolar, but she has never been diagnosed.
Anaïs vaguely has a second personality, but not really. When she's 'onstage,' she feels she becomes a completely different person, remnant of her alter-ego Ana, but this one is much more serious. She really becomes The Red Pearl - completely stoic when she's walking on what might as well be a clothesline, even if there's a net there (She wishes it wasn't), unsmiling when flowers are thrown into the ring, despite the sparkle in her eyes.
While she'd never really try to hurt someone, Anaïs can be selfish and doesn't always realize whether or not her actions or what she says may hurt a person. She's sometimes a little selfish and has a bit of trouble listening if she's not completely, totally interested.
And - what is CIPA? "Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis." But she has a fantasy/easier to roleplay version, where the constant need for tests isn't as necessary. So, CIPA makes it so Anaïs can't feel pain. She can't tell when she's broken a bone, or if she's getting a fever, and she can't sweat. However, Anaïs is not invincible. She can be, say, stabbed, but she'll only feel pressure. Real CIPA patients also can't tell things like if they have to use the restroom, but I've excluded that. As a result of being unable to sweat, CIPA patients overheat easily, but to keep roleplaying easier, she'll just sleep in a bathtub full of ice and make some other odd lifestyle alterations to keep cool. So, in conclusion - Anaïs can get hurt, but she won't feel it, and has to be tested for breaks and other problems regularly. Because of this, Anaïs is irrationally fearless when it comes to her line of work. She doesn't quite realize that, yes, she can get hurt, and often requests to have all her safety equipment removed. Anaïs has also risked her life on many occasions, having something of an 'invincibility complex,' and has yet to learn her lesson. She has broken many, many bones as a child and landed herself in the hospital due to her carelessness. Since she's older now, Anaïs is only a little bit more careful, but really only when it comes to overheating and anything but when she's up there on the tightrope or tangle in ribbons during her tissue act.
Overall, Anaïs is quite the kid, always smiling and never fearing - one of the few traits she doesn't share with your average child is that she doesn't quite have a handle on how if you put your hand into a fire, you will get burned, and shouldn't do it again. ...That my mind is already lost. Lieutenant Shotgun
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 6:32 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Rose Mae Valmonte The Dangerous Perimeter But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... "Never let the knife control you. You, are the controller."
Basically...
I've been trapped for Seven years.
They've decided to let me preform as Knife Thrower and Hooper. Main Word, The Equilibristics
Even though I Have Panic Disorder
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Rose was a good girl before she got kidnapped. She got a tatoo of a rose on her arm when she was 15. She had a good eye at throwing things and was very flexible. She starting doing tricks with hula hoops and started throwing stuffs. She always wanted to be in a circus, and show off her skills. But the way she joined it, she didn't want to be part of it anymore. She was doing her tricks at the mall like usual. She earned money and walked home at night. She started to get the feeling that someone was following her. She was right. She got kidnapped by a circus man.
The next day when she woke up, she was blindfolded and was tied with rope. She then was threatened that if she ran away or quick, then she would be killed. So thats why she does whatever the man does and never complains. She doesn't totally hate her job. She likes how she could be anyone and no one would complain. She would attract people with the way she was dangerous, and no one could blame her. And it has made me who I am...
Rose is wild, outrageous, free-spirited, obnnxious, roudy, and could put up a fight. But I'm begining to think... Take It Off ...That my mind is already lost. Panda-In-Your-Mind
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 1:55 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Neasa Isidora Docia flimsy flapper But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad.
Basically...
I've been trapped for nineteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as the clown
Even though I have Schizophrenia and Insomnia
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Neasa( Knee-isa) Isadora(E-sa-dora) Docia ( Doe-see-a) was born in Cork, Ireland. Her mother had died giving birth to her so her father had raised her. Her father had worked for a circus long before Neasa was born, he always told her how much he loved being a clown, and that he loved to make people laugh. Neasa wanted that life for a long time until when she asked her dad why he quit he told her about the ring master and she stopped wanting what her father had given up. She still loved to make people laugh, and she was good at it. It might have been because of her illness but she liked to think not.
When Neasa turned 16 a man came by the house, looking for her father, he was dressed oddly, and you could tell her wasn’t from Ireland. When she told him that she was his daughter but he was not there he decided that she would work as well and Neasa joined the Circe. She loved performing and making people laugh as much as her father did, but the secrets the Circe hides may be too much.
And it has made me who I am...
Odd, friendly, outgoing, obnoisious, ‘crazy’, loving, kind, weird,sarcastic, herself.
Neasa is outgoing, and can talk to almost anybody, it’s easy for her. She’s a bit of a clown on and off the stage, if someone is sad she will do her best to make them smile. Neasa is a bit strange, and has been said to be crazy, but it’s natural. It really is she has Schizophrenia, she does take medication for it but its very low form so she still sees things but they don’t tell her what to do, or if they do she just doesn’t listen. Neasa also has Insomnia that causes her to have strange sleeping patterns, she tries to sleep but there can be days that she doesn’t sleep at all, her record is 68 hours without sleep. She has a best friend named Natasha, but nobody else can see her.
...That my mind is already lost. sweetiepea123
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:08 am
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Io Brooks Brynie Dustfinger But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... I like the night... Its not so loud, not so fast... and a good deal more mysterious.
Basically...
I've been trapped for Sixteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as Fire Breather
Even though I have Chronic bronchitis and massive insomnia...
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
My father was the original Fire Breather in the circus. He never told me all about it, but he could never quite kick the habit of fire breathing. Soon enough, when I was four, I began to play with matches and Dad saw that I had inherited the gift of the flame whisperer. Even though he wanted nothing more to do with the circus, he taught me all he knew about the craft. I never knew my mother, and living conditions were less than admirable, but Dad always made sure to put food on the table at least for me and made sure that I got the best education available for our budget.
When I was eleven, I was practicing my fire breathing while my Dad was at work. It was my birthday and I wanted to show my appreciation to him for raising me as best he could all on his own by preforming an act I'd put together. What I didn't know was that he had come home early from work to celebrate my birthday with me.
It was cold outside, it being December, and I thought it would be fine for me to practice in my room if I made sure nothing flammable was in the line of fire. I did not count on hearing the front door open. Not knowing it was Dad, I stifled the flame and quieted, wondering who it was. They were trying to make as little noise as possible, witch led me to think it was a burglar. I snuck down the hall with a baseball bat poised. The only other thing I remember is that there was a shout from my dad when he saw me. He ran at me, but instead of colliding with me with a "Happy Birthday Kiddo" He ran strait past me and towards my room. There was a bang, and the next thing I knew, I was in the hospital...
I killed my father. Because of my own stupid mistake, my father is dead. From what I was told, the lighter fluid I used to make the Fire Fountain as Dad had called it, caught a spark from an ember of a match. It ignited and the time my dad had gotten to it, it hit flash over point. The heat and smoke damaged my throat and lungs. Not too badly, but it would worsen if I continued to practice the craft. I was diagnosed with Bronchitis the following year. I can't stop Fire Breathing. It lives in me like it did my Dad. I will never stop.
From the night of my eleventh birthday, I have not slept. I nap from time to time, but when ever I do, images of that night flood into me and I wake up screaming and sweating. Because of this, I often find myself in a daze as my mind tries to make up for lost sleep. And it has made me who I am...
Quiet, often dazed. Polite and courteous, but somewhat withdrawn. As tired as he seems all the time, he is usually quite aware of his surroundings. But I'm beggining to think...Ghosts of Days Gone By ...That my mind is already lost. io3121
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:48 am
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Victor Uka Nille The Stray Cat But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... " I am just a lonely Stray Kitten, looking for Love.."
Basically...
I've been trapped for Nineteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as Panther Tamer
Even though I am Blind in my right eye, and half blind in my left eye.
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Victor has always been a 'Stray Kitten'. Even from the moment he was born..
Victor was born a normal human baby boy. He had unique brown eyes and dark black hair. His mother loved her child dearly. That is why she had him, as you could see back then she was a very weak and sickly woman. Everyone told her she wouldn't make it, if she gave birth to Victor. Her Husband even told her to abort the child, but She wanted to make life, she couldn't kill the little child that was inside of her. Then sadly the time came when she gave birth to her handsome baby boy, victor. She gave birth to life, but sadly her life was taken away, shortly after Victor came into this world.
Victor was a healthy baby boy. Well, thats not really the truth. He was blind in his right eye and his left eye was half blind. Well the doctors didn't notice until Victor opened his eyes. Victor however didn't see his mother, nor his father. Victor's father HATE victor, long before he was born..he ruined his wife, making her more sick up until she died, yet she wouldn't listen to Victor's father. Plus now he had to pay even more money for victor to get help with his Blind-ness. It was all Victors fault in victor's fathers eyes. He killed his wife and made him stress with paying all the bills alone. So sadly..His Father banded the three day old Victor at the hospital, and moved far away, not wanting to be in the same town that he had grew up in with his Wife. It gave him to much painfull thoughts.
Victor when he finally oopened his eyes the person he seen was a old man, that was his personal Doctor, Dr. Smith. He was a disabilty for childerns doctor. He was the most gentlest man to victor as he was a little baby helping and teaching him, helping him through his blind-ness and making him non-lonely. Dr. smith started to change however when Victor grew to the age of three, Dr. Smith became mean to the boy and often ignored the boy, he even stopped visting Victor. Soon Dr. Smith didn't even come anymore. Leaving little Victor to be the 'Stray Kitten' again, all alone all the time..no one to talk to.
Victor was one of those type of people who were Rude, Very blunt, Mischevous. So most people stayed away from him, since we would call them rude names..but not of purpose of course..He was somehwat more quiet however back then. So he was all alone and soon, and even though he never seen Dr. Smith he knew he was in the build..and at least that made him feel somewhat a little less alonely.
However..a years or two later Dr. Smith stopped coming to work, he truly abanded Victor now..and Victor could very much so feel that pain. It made him feel sick and upset. It stayed like this for another year. Victor was just about to loss it..until one day when he was ten some nurses let him play in the Garden. There he found a stray little black kitten. Victor liked this cat, even though he was black, he didn't care if he was bad luck. He loved this cat and even named him, Kuro(meaning black in Japanese.). He even played with the kitten for a striaght two hours until he had to go back inside..
Victor from every day from then on he went outside for two hours to the garden and so did the kitten and they would play and make a very close bond for a while..While a shadow in the ditance watched them and wrote notes down on a note pad. One day Dr. Smith came to the hospital, even though he new he was fired..we went out back like he uselly did and watched Victor play with the kitten Kuro. That day however was different, he brought a back with him. As he watched and waited for the right moment the old crazy doctor ran out from the shadows and hit Victor in the back of the head and kidnapped Victor along with the little kitten.
The true man behide the name Dr. smith..He was a crazy and horriable doctor, he did Experiments on humans and animals (mostly cats) that were against the law, he wanted to make the perfect hybrid of there time, a half human half cat..And those two were going to be his success! He raised the little boy up for this moment and had been waiting for the right moment and it was then. He threw the two in the back on his white van and drove them to his secert lab, which was in abanded building. When you walked inside you would see many computers of all kinds, Blood, shots, and worst of them all Body parts, Humans, and cats all in cages. Most of the humans mutated and dieing and scream the cats hissing.
When Victor finally woke up that was what he seen, then the next was wires and needle stuck to him, he him-self laid out of a table stripped naked a bright light on him and computers all around him, his arms legs and neck tied down his little kitten in the cage next to him with needles in it with wires..Dr. smith was going to combinded there cells to make his hybrid, but he had to do many test..and these two things were going to be his main subject.
Each day horriable things done to the two, each day it got worse and worse. Victor uselly ended the day screaming and crying for Dr. Smith to stop. finally a day came when Dr. smith made his hybrid. Victor and kuro were combinded as one. The cat was ripped opened his cells and blood takn out of him and put into Victor. This meaning the Kuro passed on, and victor watched all of this. Victor crying a screaming, the only thing that cared for him was gone. Than Dr. Smith made it worse..something that could never leave Victor. He burned a marking onto Victors face (the tattoo in the picture) Victor didn't even know what he looked like anymore, he felt weird his bodydifferent..like it wasn't him anymore.
Than one day Dr. Smith put a collar/chain aroun his neck and let finally get off the bed and out of his cage. By this time Victor hadn't been outside in years. He made victor get dressed and as he walked out side there was a mirror in the hall way and he looked at him-self. He was shocked his Hair the color pink (and error in the cells and kuros made him have pink-ish hair. ) He had cat ears with earing in them (Dr. Smith did the earings) and he had a tail. The only thing the same about him were his blind/ mostly blind unique brown eyes,but this wasn't the most shocking it was when he passed the kittens cage. Instead of meows and cat noises he heard human voices and screams.
That scared Victor the most, He now 'thinks' he was able to talk and hear cats or animals in the cat family. Then this also suprised victor, when they got outside the old, crazy Dr. Smith told victor he was free..but not to tell anyone what happened to live in the shadows..that there were people watching him at all times..thatif he did something wrong he would be killed. Then he freed Victor and walked back inside to ruin more peoples lives. Well victor listened to Dr. Smith afaird as to what would happen. He lived in the shadows..until he was kidnapped once again at the age of 15.
The man seemed to take interest in the unique and different man, thinking he would be the perfet freak for his...circus. even though he never seen a circus in real life before..only in movies..he new it was for loners and freaks..Perfect for him. he actally found it all right, he got to work with Cats (Panthers)..But then after the shows and when ever there was free time..Horriable things happened..horriable things like his past.
And it has made me who I am...
Victor is Still Rude, Very Blunt, And VERY mischevious, often people would say he acts like a cat, his movements and looked so close to one, oh and his looks. He is a very curious man, and pretty noisy. He is uselly Hyper alot since he rarely got to do anything when he was little so he like to do as much as he can now. He is unique, and most people would call him odd. He is talktive, unlike his old self. How ever in a snap of a finger he is calm. He likes to find in the shadow and uselly is found talking cat naps alot, a force of habit, really. But I'm begining to think... My Boy ...That my mind is already lost. _DeaTh_By_Llama_
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:16 am
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Robert Damien Stevens RingMaster But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... "I believe, whatever doesn't kill you... makes you stranger"
Basically...
I've been trapped for Thirty years.
They've decided to let me preform as The Ring Master
Even though I have Sadistic Personality Disorder, Psychopathy and a mild case of Asperger's Syndrome
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Stevens was not always the sadistic mad-man you all know today. Born in the southwestern United States, he lived a fairly normal childhood and was your average American boy. A loving family, many friends, even his teachers adored him. One thing set him apart, however. When he was only a child, Stevens was diagnosed with mild asperger's syndrome. Yet, instead of becoming something negative, it allowed him to read people and by the time he was fifteen, he could so much as look at someone and be able to tell them about their past. At first it was fun, and Stevens became the talk of the town, but as the information Stevens gave began getting too personal, people began growing less fond of the "Psychic Child". It was then that Stevens decided he would leave. He had heard about a circus that was touring Eurpoe; with his parents full support, he joined. Thus began the happiest years of his life.
He was around people with exceptional tricks, not unlike his own, and soon he met someone. She was a dancer, a gypsy named Ramie, who performed between acts. The two quickly became the best of friends and as they grew up together, lovers. Then, tragedy struck. It was a dark, dry night as they camped in a deserted lot in some backwater European town. Stevens and Ramie were alone in the big top, as she was practicing for the next days performance. She was on a platform nearly thirty feet above, twirling and dancing, happy with her love watching from below. It was then that one of the Inferno Brothers Fire Breathers stumbled into the tent, a bottle of whiskey loose in his hand, a lit torch in the other. He drunkenly mumbled about having a new trick and, before Stevens or Ramie could react, he put the fire to his lips. Flames exploded forward, engulfing the tent and the base of the wooden platform. There was no way for Ramie to get down and, as the heat grew below, she shouted for Stevens to run. He didn't. Instead, he tried his best to get to the platform through the smoke and flames but, just as he made it there, and his vision began to dim, he was grabbed from behind by his fellow performers and dragged from the inferno. As he recovered over the next few days, it became apparent that something had changed in Stevens. With the loss of Ramie, he began to grow distant, and cold. He began snapping at people, and degrading them whenever he felt the need. Then, suddenly, he disappeared. Quietly, he started his own circus, gathering recruits from around Europe and it quickly grew in popularity. Soon it seemed that, through performing, he could put his sadness behind him. Then one day, during practice, a comment was made. Stevens exploded, tackling the person who made it, and pulling a knife from his belt. Before he could do anything, though, he was dragged down by the other performers.
Just like that, it all fell apart. Once again Stevens disappeared but this time he wasn't content to start again... And it has made me who I am...
After Ranie's death, Stevens was Diagnosed with both Psychopathy and Sadistic Personality disorder, both of which turned him into a veritable monster of his former self. People who suffer from Sadistic Personality Disorder usually have a pervasive pattern of cruel, demeaning, and aggressive behavior, beginning by early adulthood. They use humiliation and violence to get what they want and they enjoy physically and psychological torturing victims. Psychopathy's main trait is a severe lack of empathy, allowing him to commit horrendous act of cruelty, and regard it as a mechanic would regard a car. Yet, when Stevens is in the ring, in front of an audience, he is able to push all his darkness, and deep sadness, away, allowing him to look happy, even excited. Lastly,he uses his ability to read people to get inside their heads meaning, if things arent going his way, he will manipulate those aound him to get what he wants. Somewhere inside though, is the old Stevens, but getting to it may be deadly. ...That my mind is already lost. Dr_Stevens
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:12 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Mischief Anne Merrie Lobovolk Squire or just Mischief But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... “Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
Basically...
I've been trapped for Seventeen years.
They've decided to let me preform as Stage hand and Beast Keeper.
Even though I have DID (Dissociative Identity Dissorder/Animal Alters)
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Mischief was born in to a large and strange family. Her parents never really left the seventies. She was the youngest out of nine children, an the only girl. Her parents being hippies, all of her siblings had strange names like Delight and Song. She got landed with Mischief. She was often overlooked in her family, save for her oldest brother, Jitter. He was like her guardian, making sure she was safe on her way to school, and making sure someone saved her at least two peices of pizza. He ws very much older than her though, and he could not stay at home forever. He eventually moved out and Mischief was left to fend for herself.
She found herself a job at age ten, helping an old farmer take care of his animals at a ranch just outside of the city. With the money she earned, she managed to feed herself before returning home to sleep. Being so independent at so young an age made her less than popular at school. As a result, Mischief grew closer bonds to the animals she looked after than to her own family.
For years she spent every morning and evening at the old farmers place. But as every old person does, he eventually lived out his life, and his ranch was seized by the bank, along with the animals to be sold off in auction. This broke Mischief's heart. Her connection to the animals had grown stronger and stronger until she felt like she was practically one of them. She felt like she belonged with them, to a point. She still knew she was a human being and was not about to run a muck thinking she was an animal. She knew better. At least until one night, while she was sleeping, she began to feel her body shift. She sat up in bed and could swear she was growing fur and claws. If freaked her out and she rushed to the bathroom. She saw nothing strange in the mirrored reflection. Being so close to the animals for so long, she was developing Dissociative Identity Disorder in the form of Animal Alters. It is a mental disorder that causes one to think they are able to change into an animal. Mischief was not unaware of the disorder, and therefore knew she was not really becoming an animal, or more specifically a wolf. That did not stop her episodes from happening. Because of it, she began to develop skills synonymous with a wolf's. Her hearing became keener, her alertness was heightened, and her vision, though it remained in color, was keener at night.
With no more farm to take care of, and a less than perfect home to return to, Mischief decided to find a place to belong elsewhere. Perhaps... A circus...
And it has made me who I am...
PERSONALITY TRAITS With her DID, Mischief tends avoid people. She would much rather stay with the animals. However, Mischief is friendly and kind. Aside from her over alertness and urgings to howl at the moon, she sees herself as quite normal. She may need help socializing at first, but she is a quick learner. But I'm begining to think...Pedestrian Wolves
Monster ...That my mind is already lost. Kiyiya Sakura
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:29 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOliver Ichi Takuya Benz But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind...
Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn't mean you're out of the circus.
Basically...
I've been trapped for Eighteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as The Contortionist
Even though I have Vertigo and Amnesia
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
The farthest Oliver has memory of, is waking up in an alley in London, when he was sixteen. He didn't know where he was or who he was but he did have wallet, with a name-card. He wandered around for days, before finally being picked up by the police. Running his name and fingerprints, they did not get-any results. They even tried looking for possible relatives, and still, no dice. Effectively, Oliver did not exist. The police decided he'd be sent to foster care, but that did not sit well with Oliver. The officers would not allow him to leave, but he had no intention of staying. He didn't know what gave him the idea, or how he knew he could fit but as the two cops were in the other room, trying to figure out what to do with him, he stuffed himself into a large suitcase that was sitting by the door. A few moments later, he heard confused mumblings, followed by shouts. They searched the whole station, but could not find him. Finally, after ten minutes, he felt the suitcase's handle expand, and he began rolling out of the station.
Within twenty-four hours he was out of England. He wandered Europe, visiting exotic locales and looking for something, anything that could give him a clue to his past. Then, one night, a man found him. He said he knew Oliver, and told him something about a circus. He wondered if that how he knew to hide in the suitcase. After a moment, Oliver agreed to go with the mysterious stranger. If he had any clue to his past, he would follow it. And it has made me who I am...
Oliver is very quiet, more content to observe the people around him then interact with them. Being rather un-social, he likes rainstorms, reading and drawing. He also has a small umber of fears, namely, heights, animals and death. As for disorders he has Vertigo, (Height and motion sickness) and severe Retrograde Amnesia: the loss of pre-existing memories beyond an ordinary degree of forgetfulness. He is able to memorize new things that occur after the onset of amnesia, but he cant remember anything prior. Because of this, he is always on the look out for some clue to his past. But I'm beginning to think...Grey Matter-Oingo Boingo ...That my mind is already lost. RedZeroFive
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 5:31 pm
In your first post's OOC please write a sentence or two containing the words "Muffins", "Of", and "Doom" (Teehee) so I know that you have read the profiles. I know that's really weird and you'll probably forget them within minutes like I do, but they give more of an insight of the story and give you something to work with when you start. ^-^.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 3:21 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEbony Cote Red Hot But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind...
Anger is like a drug, a fire-breathing, pounding through your veins, never want to stop kind of drug. And I've just swallowed a large dose.
Basically...
I've been trapped for Twenty-two years.
They've decided to let me perform as a Lion Tamer.
Even though I have Intermittent Explosive Disorder and Pyromania.
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Ebony had always been a little too clever for her own good and a little too curious. From a young age she doubted the “universal truths” her parents told her, always asking “Why?” Some people might appreciate a questioning spirit like Ebony but being a politician’s daughter there was no room for disobedience. The more she founded the reigns tightened on her the more she struggled. Ebony was very intelligent, found school was over-simplified. Too slow. She found if she went to school one day a week she learned all she needed. When she wasn’t in school she was usually up to mischief, including little “accidents” in the various places she’d been forced to stay that would suddenly go up in smoke. Her parents were too embarrassed to send her to juvie or anywhere that was supposed to “discipline” her.
All she heard was “do this, do that, this is how you’re supposed to act.” She’d just lose it, all the little rules, and constant restraint. She just started blowing up more, and more. She never understood how quite how all these little rules worked and why. One day she lost it during her father’s speech, all the lies he was feeding those stuffy bastards in suits and she just lost it. She took hold of the mike and said a few choice words to the audience. After that, she was kicked out during the following media scandal around the incident. She tried putting her sharp mind to many jobs but none were able to hold her interest.
One day, she saw a sign the circus was in town, never having been to a circus before. She bought a ticket and watched the acts, some amused her, some bored her but the lion taming act caught her interest. The woman had the lions following her command like little kittens, she even had then jumping through hoops of fire. How can someone master creatures so dangerous? she wondered. Then something went wrong, and the woman had a terrible accident. The ringmaster however, disappeared. He’d seen the gleam in the girl’s eyes and figured he might just have found a replacement. Never having been trained to deal with lions she developed some rather unorthodox methods to train them. However, she found the circus to be a place she could be herself without restraint, and even be a little feared as the woman with the whip. And it has made me who I am...
Ebony is a very nosy, mischievous girl. You usually hear a giggle and the crack of a whip before something goes wrong. She studies those of interest and will do what she can to learn more. She always wants to know more. Ebony loves playing games, especially those that present a challenge. Highly competitive, she will just keeping playing until she masters it.
Ebony has a very bad temper and when she blows up there’s usually extensive property damage, and possible flames. When she’s calm however she’s quite friendly, if a bit of a prankster. However, she does have a few odd ticks that keep her calm, she will lash her whip once or twice, knock something over, do something a bit dangerous (which isn’t all that unusual here), just to keep her nerves in check. ...That my mind is already lost. AndiOnEdge
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:56 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Marie Bella Borjon Enchantress But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... I use no watch, silly fool. I just hypnotize people with the snap of my fingers. Want to see?
Basically...
I've been trapped for eighteen years.
They've decided to let me preform as a hypnotist
Even though I have Schizoid Personality Disorder
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Imagine being nine and being able to make everyone do what you wanted them to do at the snap of your fingers. That was the life of Marie. She was raised in a completely French household, so it was her first language. Her mother is Spanish, so that was actually a second language. In all, English was her third language. Her mother was a gypsy, as her father was considered to be a psychic. She was always a freak when she was younger, at least until the circus came into town. She saw people who were just like her, different. She didn't exactly want to be in the circus, though, since her parents said it was cursed by a demon, a brujo as her mother called it, otherwise known as a witch man. She knew to stay away, but curiosity got the best of her, and it was the worst thing to do as a child. She was taken into the circus against her will at first, but eventually liked it a bit.
She enjoys the job, the show, but she doesn't enjoy the boss. He always seemed off to her, but she couldn't find out why. It didn't matter anyways. If she tried to run away, where would she go? And he might find her, like he seemed to do in her nightmares all the time...
Two years ago, a doctor, who was watching her perform, said that she might be diagnosed with Schizoid Personality Disorder, a disorder that makes people irate about overly powerful emotions, normally making them stay away from others. After he came back a few times, the doctor made it official that she had it, and tried to give her pills, but she denied them. And it has made me who I am...
Creative, always daydreaming, a little odd, smart, bookworm, enchanting
Have you ever seen a siren, enchanting you with her eyes? That is exactly what Marie does when hypnotizing someone. It's so enchanting that it's hypnotic. Behind stage, she is a little distant from those who give off too much emotion, like the clown. She has nothing against the girl, it's just that the cheery attitude gets irritating. In her own spare time when she's not practicing, she is reading and writing her own stories and poems, sometimes even songs. She always has a dazed look on her that looks like she's not entirely there, but she is, mostly. But I'm beginning to think...Sacrifice ...That my mind is already lost. Vampire Hunter Mari
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 4:17 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Kiara Isana Solomon Song KISS But I've been trapped in this place too long... And I just might lose my mind... "Look at me. See through me. I'm screaming help."
Basically...
I've been trapped for Twenty years.
They've decided to let me preform as Acrobat
Even though I HAVE Low-Blood Pressure, Atelophobia, Mild Narcississtic Disorder, and Homosexual
I just don't know how much longer I can take it... Because, you see, I've had a rough past...
Ever since Kiara was young, she had been encouraged to do many things and had been told that she was the best at whatever she did. She was never told that she should try harder because she's already at the best of her capabilities. And if she's not, well she'll try harder. She has this idea, that being perfect is the best thing possible. So she strives for Perfection. And people tell her, she already is. But, it's not just the fact that she wants to be perfect, it's the fact she has to be perfect in everything she does.
But as everyone knows, No one is perfect. Kiara has always been admired and the center of attention. Praised for everything she accomplishes. And She LOVES it, her first symptom of Narcissm showed when she was but a small child. She went into the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror. And she just stood there.... Praising herself some more. Her parents came upstairs, concerned that she wouldn't come down the stairs for breakfast. They found her posing, giggling in sheer pleasure, and just.... looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't even notice them, and when they called for her she answered back with a "Don't I just look wonderful? Oh wait... Don't answer because I already know I am." They had to take her out of the bathrrom to eat. And right when she didn't see herself, she went back into being... Well... Her. After consulting therapists, she had been diagnosed with the disorder of Narcissism. But it only shows when she sees her reflection.
Her parents didn't really bother trying to help her. They actually kind of encouraged her to stay narcississtic by suggesting her to a model agency. Where she could be pretty, admired, and looked at everyday. And at the side, she did gymnastics. Which... For the matter, increased her fame for she was at an Olympic level. Upon seeing her on tv, the ringmaster scouted her....... And next thing she knew, she was trapped in his hands
And it has made me who I am...
Narcissistic, Intelligent, Athlethic, Outgoing, Playful, Independent (By nature), a Perfectionist, Creative, Painfully Honest, Straightforward, Seductive, Flirty and Dependent (Needing someone to support her)
She's pretty feminine as well, no thanks to her narcissistic behavior. But she has to try to make herself look pretty because she can't look in the mirror without having her disorder come out. She can't be too Outgoing either because she has low-blood pressure and can pass out if pushed too much. But I'm begining to think... Beautiful ...That my mind is already lost. Winters-Snow
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