Damia loved the weather here, it was perfect for her stage outfit, which was what she had put out the night before so she could change when she woke up, the only problem was that she didn't sleep at all that night. She used used to sleepless nights through, she was used to never being able to get some sleep until she drank her self to unconsciousness. If this was a off way to behave, no one in the Circus ever said anything to her, most likely because she didn't even talk to half of them let only confide in them about her sleeping problems. She sighed loudly and ran a hand through her short, saggy hair that hung right above her shoulders, it was long enough that she could put it up in a little bun if she wanted, but Damia felt rather lazy today. She was sitting in her little tent ontop of a nest of blankets. Like many of the other members she didn't have a bed, so when she did sleep she ended up laying on top of nearly thirty blankets, Ceil, Feral, and Simon would always curl up around her and keep her warm, this was how her nights went.
Carefully Damia stepped around the sleeping tigers and quickly changed out of the shorts and tank top she wore to bed and into her normal stage outfit which consisted of black shorts, a black corset, black and red stripped socks that went to her mid thigh and stopped right below her shorts, black boots that went to a halfway point on her calf's, a crimson colored leather jacket, finger-less gloves, and her favorite top hat. Damia spent little time on her make-up, since most the time she wore her mask she didn't need anything over her eyes other than a quick layer of eye liner, and then for extra color she added blood red lip stick. She sighed happily and clapped her hands together, wakes the three large cats in an instant. "Allons, il est temps de rentrer." Damia spoke in french as she tied her mask onto her face. The man who had given her Feral, Simon and Ceil had tamed them all using french, and so speaking french was the only way they seemed to understand her.
Feral jumped right up and stretched her legs, she was always ready to get moving first thing in the morning, through Simon rolled onto his back and opened her mouth to reveal large sharp teeth as a loud yawn escaped him. Ceil lazily padded towards Damia, the smaller cat still asleep as he ran right into her leg and stumbled back. Damia chuckled before swooping down and scooping the smaller animal up before laying on her shoulder. Ceil draped his body across her shoulder and streched before going back to sleep. After a few minuets of encouragement from Damia, Simon finally got up and followed her out of the tent. Most people were already up and active, through not everyone. Feral walked on her left, while Simon on her right. To everyone who was joining the Circus today, she was sure it would be an odd sight to see, but she was actually glad they would be getting some new people, it was time for a change.
Damia nodded and waved to everyone as she passed them by, through she didn't speak until she came upon Shiloh and Ricket. "Bonjour." She said plainly, Damia was certain that anyone was basic knowledge in French would understand that she was simply saying 'Hello' but she was so used to using her French on her Tigers, the other members of the Circus often had to remind her to speak English around them and try to lessen up on her accent if she wanted anyone to understand what she was trying to say. Her eyes traveled over to the 'Wanna-Be's' before a small smile formed upon her face. It was best not to scare the new members. "Je suis Damia-" She paused and frowned as one of the Circus member's walked by and tapped his nose. That's how they reminded her to speak in English. Damia rolled her eyes and turned back towards the Wanna-Be's once more. "I am Damia Astre, I am the Tiger tamer." She smiled down at her tigers, Feral purred loudly and stalked over to Ricket and bummed her head into his leg. It was her way of showing she liked someone. After pawing gently at Rickets feet, she went over to Shiloh and repeated the action before returning to Damia's side, Simon just puffed up his chest and growled at the Wanna-Be's. "I hope some of you can speak French." She sighed in a dreamy manner, mostly because she would love to sit down and have a long conversation with someone in French, before she bowed to them and headed towards the main tent to practice.