| Circe "Sugar" Cane |
"Got a little sweet tooth?"
|Gender|
Female
| Age |
23
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Role |
"Nothing wrong with a little dancing."
| Love Interest |
FC Eminem (Will update later as characters develop :3 )
| Password|
"The Life We Live"
| Personality |
Her bark is harder than her bite. She doesn't take anything from anyone and will be the first to open her mouth to say so, saying whatever comes to her mind, no matter how vulgar it may be. And it gets pretty dirty. She's the type of person that would tell you anything and everything without batting an eye, even if the topic is a little inappropriate. Circe has her insecurities, but in truth she tries not to care what people think of her. She can't stay still for very long and is a party girl at heart. It's the way she is.
| Physical Description |
Standing at the full height of 5'2 with a curvy frame is Circe Cane. She has gorgeous, dirty blonde hair that falls in messy waves down to her chest with sweep bangs that accent her heart shaped face and brilliant emerald eyes. To complete her face, Circe has a cute button nose and a wide, full smile that almost seems contagious with a cute little dimple in her cheeks. She also has milky, pale skin that clashes beautifully with her usual array of dark clothing and makeup that make her skin and eyes glow. Her eyes are her best feature, especially when she's working to draw her customers in.
| Likes |
✘ Music
✘ Dancing
✘ Writing
| Dislikes |
✖ Being by herself for long periods of time
✖ Being alone
✖ Spiders
| Skills |
✘ Handy with a Knife
✘ Con artist skills
✘ Writing
| Secrets? |
✘ Circe has been dealing with depression since she was young, and has been planning the perfect suicide once she's accomplished all she's wanted first. She keeps a tiny journal, making little notes and tabs, breaking down until her final moment.
✘She wants to quit stripping and venture the world to write and pick up her interest in photography again, to become a girl with a dream, just for a little while.
✘Circe has a baby son that she'd given away when she 19, she'd been watching him from afar after leaving him on their doorstep, keeping track of the family.
| History |
She comes from a very... difficult family. Circe lived in a place where anything could happen, things had gotten a bit crazy: Her dad had left the picture when she was younger which caused her mother, for some ungodly reason, to pack up some of the things they had and hit the road. She learned a few things on the road before settling into a 'house' if you could call it. Nice on the outside, pretty shitty on the inside. As a young child, Circe had always been exposed to the 'adult life', her mother being a perfect role model on that subject. Most nights, their living room would be filled with sketchy people -- mostly male -- and smoke hung heavily in the air with bottles littering the floor while everyone just lounged wherever they pleased, even on top of each other. Circe had been six when her mother took her scared daughter in her arms and had her smoke weed for the first time. That same night, her mother left her in the 'care' of one of the strange men at her party when Circe had begun feeling lightheaded and sick from the weed. It was also the night Circe was raped. A new door opened in her life, a dark door; She grew to love what she used to hate. Hard life, but Circe made it work.
|Theme Song|
Jason Aldean- Black Tears
She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose,
She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club
She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right,
Makes her money one dollar at a time.
Without the makeup, nobody knows her name,
And she wears the pain
Black tears, rolling down,
From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town
She reveals, and they all cheer,
Then she cries, black tears
Jealous of the innocent, sometimes she's convinced,
The boss man is still a friend she needs.
She's tried everything, cheap sex and cocaine,
Anything to hide the pain for a little while
The wrong kind of famous in her momma's eyes,
You can tell she knows it when she cries