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Cerise Mitchell

"You can't teach an old dog new tricks, love."

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a character in “The Cabinet of Curiosities”, as played by LadyValentine

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{"This world doesn't need a hero, it needs a professional."}
Up there || VersaEmerge

|{Height}|
Five foot eight
|{Weight}|
Sixty one kilograms

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|{Full Name}|
Cerise Themyscira Mitchell
|{Nickname}|
Commonly known as Cherry and that's about it.
|{Birthday}|
Christmas Eve || 24th December || Capricorn
|{Age}|
Twenty two
|{Sexuality}|
Demiromantic Greysexual
|{Occupation}|
A journalist (and sometimes part time bartender)




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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
➸ Smokes quite often, around twenty a day or sometimes more.
➸ Carries around a little notebook with her everywhere she goes.
➸ Purses her lips constantly.
➸ When daydreaming, the girl hums little tunes.
➸ When sitting, she kicks her feet back and forth.
➸ Plays with her hair.


|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
She has a way with words, be it truths or the other. She knows what she wants and how to get it.
The woman has awfully neat writing.
Quite the observer, she keeps an eye on people and notices sudden changes in appearances and attitudes.
Quite athletic, she exercises daily.
Organized, her home space always neat and tidy. Never a mess in sight.

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Quite arrogant, on the occasion she does think she's better than everyone else.
Will use and manipulate people to get what she desires.
From time to time doses off into her own world, ignoring those around her until she snaps out of it.
Asks a lot of questions so she can be considered annoying.
Creepy, tends to stare at people often because of her observing behaviour.

|{Hobbies}|
➸ She likes to read in her free time.
➸ Bird watching is also a hobby of hers, she likes to make a checklist of all the different birds she spots in the area.
➸ People watching is also totally a thing, regardless of the lack of ethics involved in it.
➸ The blonde had a love for swimming, ever since she was seven.
➸ She also likes to travel a lot, going from place to place gives her a sense of excitement and thrill.

|{Fears}|
øAutophobia - Fear of isolation from others.ø
øPhonophobia - Fear of loud sounds/voices.ø

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|{Personality}|
Cerise is an accepting individual, though the show often stand out as Freaks, she sees them as only amazing performers who entertain the masses. Regardless of what they look like, she doesn't believe in judging a book by it's cover. Though what she does judge is how people treat her, she doesn't enjoy people treating her like crap or any less than she believes she deserves. The blonde believes in the policy "treat me nice and I'll do the same." What comes around, goes around really and that's how she sees it. The woman tries to treat others in the way they deserve, but she isn't exactly a perfect human being. She isn't spiteful or cruel, at front anyways.

She is someone who is determined to get what she wants and the woman will do anything to do so, from lying to sleeping around and even killing people. Not that she would consider it because it's immoral. But she is very driven for her cause. Willing to lie, manipulate and cheat her way through situations once she has her sights set. Prioritising her needs before anything or anyone else. If there's a story, she want's to get it done by any means necessary and have everyone to see it. Honestly, she has a one track mind that has a set route. Cerise sees no other choice than to do what she does. She also doesn't sleep in peace unless she gets what she desires most

Cunning, manipulative and secretive is what she can be called. Using her tongue in more ways than one to get what she desires, she will tell lies and manipulate the situation by acting like an innocent woman when she isn't. Though her fair skin, her golden hair and her bright blue eyes say she's an angel, but inside she can be the darkest of devils if she wanted to be. She wants others to sometimes do things her way, without directly asking them to do so. Often leaving people in a tough predicament. Whatever someone does, she will be the judge of whether it was right or not. Cerise sees life as a game, and she is definitely keeping score to win. Every time she gets her way, it is a point in her direction. It is not about submitting to another or admitting that she is wrong. For the blonde, it is about dominating over others and admitting that the wrong doing is always displayed by someone else. Some could compare her to an expert archeologist as she commonly brings up past issues in order to use them for present conflicts. When she can, she dips into an inventory of wrongs in order for people to be left at her mercy. Though she only becomes truly malignant when people jeopardize her one mission.

Wanting to make good impressions, she will always try to please people. First impressions are always good. It's a way to hide your intentions and detract attention from yourself. Full of smiles, laughs and conversation, she tends to bring life with her wherever she goes or at least she tries to. Though minus her flaws, she's a genuine individual with a corrupt way of thinking. There are definitely occasions where she feels horrible about the things she does as well.

But in reality, she's mind over heart.

Putting logical sense and determination above all else, she tries her best not to let her emotions trip her over on her.






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|{Likes}|

▲ Observing people
▲ Reading || Auto biographies || Real-life based stories
▲ Animals || Especially cats and dogs
▲ Circuses and carnivals
▲ Dresses || Colourful ones || Pretty designs
▲ Crime television shows
▲ Getting what she wants






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|{Dislikes}|

▼ Being lied to || By others
▼ Dull clothing
▼ Not getting a good scoop
▼ Getting her clothes dirty
▼ Being separated from everyone || Her phobia
▼ Not doing anything
▼ Sleeping for too long
▼ Riddles




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|{Place of Origin}|
Leipzig, Germany
|{History}|
Ever since she was a young girl, she had a fascination with entertainment and colours being brought to life.

Then, she fell in love on her first journey to the circus, and fell in love even more when she went to her first freak show. Her parents would take her and her siblings there to be amazed as well as mock the people who performed there during her youth. But her heart skipped a beat everytime she went to shows such as those. Wanting to communicate with those there, however, it was difficult as her parents would try to keep her away. She was always one to break the rules while her siblings were always the good ones in the family.

The rotten apple that fell too far from the family tree.

She found a fascination with the people there and fell in love with the cult. As she grew older she felt a sense of belonging, a connection not with the group, but the connection between the performers themselves.

In her own home, she was beaten by her mother secretly. Only because the mother feared for her child's sanity because of her associating with the freak performers. Her father would never consider touching her like that at all. So she told him and the mother got sent away, screaming in fear that she will be corrupted mentally if someone doesn't sort her out, that killed her.

[TBC]


|{Family Tree : People of Importance}|

Adalheid Dohman Her abusive mother, she never liked her and with the help of her father, got the woman kicked out.
Dirk Engel Mitchell Cerise's half American father, he adores France and named her the French word for Cherry.
Karma Evangeline Mitchell They work in the same place. You wouldn't think it but Cerise is older than Karma by two years.
François Beau Mitchell Younger brother, annoying as heck but she teases him a lot because she cares about him.
Leonard Bartholomieu Mitchell Older brother, tried to make out with her once. Never again.
Evelyn Mitchell Her five year old daughter, ran away with her after her boyfriend tried to kill their daughter. They now live with her sister and her husband.
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|{Other}|
Has a pet dog named Esther.
She always carries around a pendant with her.
Occasionally has nose bleeds.




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So begins...

Cerise Mitchell's Story

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Her whole life she had been enthralled by circuses.

These were above the exception, she loved everything about them. It was a coincidence that herself and Elsa Mars had arrived in the same providence not long after each other. It gave her more of a reason to go and watch the show come alive. She was always intrigued, the talents were what made her swoon. More than anything else.

She had left her daughter at home to get this job done, she believed it'd definitely pay her well for a full article.

As a matter of fact the woman was on the verge of losing her job because of her lack of focus on her job due to her attention going more to raising her daughter. The world of employment was never truly kind to those like herself so she had to do her best to prove her worth to her employers and scoop something interesting. This was her time, to write about something she was passionate about and would appeal to the masses everywhere.

She took a deep breath and felt her body tense, it was her second day within the area of Florida and she had felt very unwell due to jet lag. So what she did was go out for a stroll to pass her time. Make her feel somewhat less nauseous and anxious. The woman held her jacket close to her as she walked. One foot after the other.

Click, clack, click, clack.

Her boots made a sound that gave her a chill down her spine. However she had to stop, as an officer walked up to her. She cocked her head in confusion. "How can I help you?" She then asked. He then smiled to her, greeting her and asked, "Have ye seen two children around here?" Cerise shook her head. "Only arrived a day ago. Why?" The woman asked, he just looked at her "They've gone missing, 'tis a shame." He muttered and the blonde nodded in agreement. "Absolutely." She then thought, wondering if there was any other way to help the officer. "Anyone else you've asked, Sir?" Cerise inquired before he nodded.

"Heard that people ain't seen them, no useful hints. Not even the freaks seen 'em."

Then her eyebrow raised and her eyes lit up. "Freaks you say? Whatever do you mean?" She asked, he just pointed over down south from where she was. "There's a freakshow down south of 'ere, probably going to perform soon." He then suggested and the woman nodded. "Ah, alright." She added and smiled before he thanked her for her time and they departed.

What she had with her was a notepad and pen in a bag, she would write her experiences in her notebook as time went by and make an article from it.

She then walked south, hoping to maybe observe some of the people there and their behaviour, if not she'll wait and sneak around when they perform a show. That was her plan and knowing her and her way with words, she was confident it would work out in her favour.

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Friday, May 12th, 1952.
Jupiter, FL.



Routinely busy pedways are barren in Jupiter, Florida. Not more than twenty hours ago, murders were confirmed in the placid pastel township. Businesses are dull, devoid of revenue and company. Managers idly kick rocks at the stoops of their establishments while a single cloud passes overhead. You wouldn’t think it was the beginning of a weekend. The air is stiff and muggy, whispers of homicide coating the silence with poisonous gossip. A word or two is spoken of the visiting Cabinet of Curiosities. The sun hoists itself up on an invisible string and cooks the world below as if it were putting the blame on Jupiter for its own tragedy.




“Did you hear about those freaks rolling in yesterday?”

“Police didn’t even think to check one of those tacky train cars for the missing children.”

“One of those weirdos could have eaten them!”

“I might buy a ticket, though.”

“God himself could not create creatures so monstrous.”






The police department finds nothing to go on, not even a hint as to whether the missing children are dead, kidnapped, or runaways. Their work is composed and tedious, even for a group of presumed hay-chewing imbeciles. Jupiter’s protective bubble disintegrates as citizens’ minds go amok with fear. Television screens flicker with washed out images and reports of no new found evidence. Ads aimed to put color into an otherwise drab world invite locals to a traveling freak show.

Two miles outside of town, the rented fairgrounds are aglow and engaged. Accordions, violins, and trumpets play a happy, upbeat tune. The hiss in between its melody gives a sinister warning to those who pay attention. Elsa Mars sways on a dirt path, smoke leaving her mouth while she gives pointers as her performers walk by. A woman that appears double her height passes. Fräulein glances up and croons, “Tonight I want you to hold my sweet Matthaus and Ramona on those strong shoulders. They will do the rest.” The amazonian beauty nods and continues toward her makeshift residence for last minute prep. In her wake comes a snarling dark haired boy, alpha aura rolling off of him like thick sweat. Elsa bats an eye at him, a carnal look of approval, but advisory on her tongue, “Keep the growling to a minimum, schönen jungen, unless you are in your cage. We cannot afford to frighten any customers away this time around. Rip your shirt off or something, the ladies will pay extra.”

While a tall, tattooed man combs his hair, a flaxen haired woman with lips as red as coral peeks around a corner. She has a pen and notepad on hand. She is quick to duck whenever Elsa looks her way. A dark haired girl walks past the wash troughs, a handful of clanking hooks held by pale fingers. An older man pushes a wheelbarrow full of other sharp, stainless steel behind her. He is quieter than the rest, with soot smearing his hands and neck. His eyes are flecked with era and knowledge, years worth of stories beyond them. He is a handyman. Behind him trots yet another part of the string of conveyance.

She is tiny and wide eyed, wrapped in periwinkle silk that matches her lipstick. Elsa snaps at her, “Don’t drag that fabric! Das ist schrecklich, Thalassa worked her hands to the bone ensuring that dress looked perfect!” Like a smaller twin or protégé, a girl with tow-colored hair and a round face cracks to attention and nods. She was the seamstress of which Elsa spoke. To avoid further madness, or upsetting Fräulein, a lithe young man scoops the periwinkle doll off her feet and carries her like precious cargo. He is careful in how he touches her, cautious not to let the adored fabric get caught on his scale-like skin. He doesn’t want to hear anymore complaining from Elsa about how careless her troupe can be. But he too, is quiet.

Customers line up an hour early, easily a hundred or more of them. They’re eager to throw their money into the ticket booth. Even women holding infants smile and keenly wait their turn. Others hold the hands of whining children. Hungry looking men stare after the glimpses of a tawny skinned woman carrying fire beyond the gates. She hums quietly and gives a brief word of encouragement to a girl with orange, sunshiney hair. The show is going to begin, in spite of it being much earlier than anticipated.

I have melted somehow back into one, lumpy piece. That’s the charm of the blazing southern sun, I suppose. I avoided being digested in a twist of fortune and find myself bonding to my other circus peanut colleagues. My wildest aspiration is to continue cohering until I form myself into the biggest circus peanut known to man. Then, I too, will have a spot in Fräulein’s Cabinet of Curiosities. My dreams are dashed for the time being, as my bag, my home, is handed off to a man and his family. He clenches the plastic so tightly I fear I may suffocate. We pass under striped fabric. I pray that I am alive long enough to finally see the show for myself. Elsa greets her audience in both German and English and the applause is tremendous as the music begins.

And I know, even if I am not long for this world, I can die happy, here in the presence of performers and exquisite curiosity.
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