Luise 'Feu' Poleq'u
"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
Name:
Luise Poleq'u
Stage Name:
Feu.
Age:
18.
Gender:
Female.
Role:
Performer; Fire Breather/Dancer.
Blood Type:
O Negative.
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Eye Color:
Golden.
Hair Color:
Scarlet.
Dressing Style:
Normal: Feu prefers to dress with some class when not performing. She often wears crisp white blouses, the top few buttons undone, straight skirts, and a pair of not-too-tall black heels. Her hair is always tied up in a high tail with a ribbon, a safety precaution, one might call it, for hair and fire do not mix well. She also has a pair of plain black gloves she wears to hide her hands, though cannot wear them while she is performing because it hinders her.
Performance: Her costume is tight and rather revealing. A top, low cut and only covering down to the top of her ribs, is a thick, dark brown fabric, woven with red (Fake) jewels about the neckline. A skirt hangs loosely, looking like it threatens to fall, at the bottom of curved hips, cut short in the front but flows out in the back so that it sweeps the ground, made of the same fabric as the top and adorn with the same jewels around the waistline. A garter with the same stones is sometimes seen also. No shoes or gloves.
Weight:
105 lbs.
Height:
5'3"
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Likes:
Warm Weather | Nighttime | Scary Stories | Stuffed Animals | Older Men (Though, not exclusively either) | Comic Books.
Dislikes:
Being Cold | Bad Attitudes | Dogs | Spiders | Meat/Meat Products | Large Quantities of Water.
Habits:
Flicking fire embers at unsuspecting people | Hiding her hands, the discoloration and scarring from past scorching embarrassing for her | Flirting with anything with legs. If a pretty woman comes along, she's all for it, but she primarily goes for people of the Male variety.
Crush:
N/A ATM.
Personality:
Flirtatious is the first word that comes to mind when thinking about Feu. She enjoys putting herself out there, not afraid to invade some personal space and get rather friendly with whomever she fancy's. Feu can be thought of as cocky, always thinking herself to be positively amazing and perfect in every aspect, but this can be balanced out with the fact that she holds everyone else with the same high regard. Pranks and jokes are her thing, other members often finding themselves with no eyebrows when they awake in the morning if they did something to displease her the night before. Even with her tricky nature, Feu is a bubbly person, very happy with her life thus far and plans to continue to enjoy it thoroughly. She enjoys ghost stories and anything that is even remotely scary, its just how she gets her thrills.
Feu has a certain mindset when it comes to her acts and performances. She believes that the fire chooses only those whom trust it and whom put full effort forth. With this mindset, she doesn't burn herself while using the flames, but will punish herself greatly if she believes that she has not put all her heart into using the flames.
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Skills:
Fire Handling | Cooking | Seduction | First Aid.
Family:
Feu likes to think of all the members as her family, but truly she has no blood relation to any of them.
History:
Luise, no matter how hard she tries, cannot seem to recall how long she had been in the circus. It just seemed like... Always. No end, no beginning, just eternity. Not that she minded, really, Luise loved it. The thrill of seeing onlookers' eyes spark with the reflection of her flames was what made her blood pump through her veins. Fire that bent at her will, at a puff of breath; that was where she earned her name, 'Feu', meaning fire. Simple, very simple. But Luise liked it that way. It had a sort of eloquence to it that she adored, preferring it over her real name.
Though, what felt like a million years ago, Luise could recall not feeling this way once, hating her fire with, well, a fiery passion. Those were the times she had gotten the worst of her burns, the flames punishing her for her half-hardheartedness, the ugly reminders that showed with dominance and were displeasing to the eyes. The large slash on her stomach was faded now from age, though the coloring was still a bit off, darker than the rest, and the ones on her face were all but gone, but the ones she was most ashamed of were her hands. Both of them, forever scorched and disgusting, could make anyone's stomach turn just at a glance.
Luise could remember the exact day it happened, a grim lesson to learn. She could recall that it had been raining that day, a serious downpour so hard that the show had been canceled for the night, and the performers and workers alike had to huddle themselves inside, practicing routines and marking off checklists to pass the time. It was for a new bit she was trying out, something to add a bit more piazzas to the act, because, gosh, she loved piazzas. Taking a hot clump of embers from a fire pit, she threw them into the air like confetti, only to breath fire onto them and make them spark mid-flight, twinkling like a thousand tiny suns. That was the idea anyway, it worked in theory. But her heart hadn't been in it back then, and the flames felt that, so when she struck her hands into the fire, something that should not have burned her, she screamed and writhed in pain, her hands coming away almost black with char.
It was a lesson well learned, how ever long ago it might have been.
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