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Alania "Risque" Silverkin

"Close your eyes focus on my power...just Believe" [WIP]

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a character in “The Circus”, as played by Nami L'Chi

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Real Name:
Alaina Jennifyr Silverking
Stage Name:
Risque
Age:
22
Role:
Illusionist
Sexuality:
Bi-Curious





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Appearance:
Risque wears mostly dresses with corsets. She's into the whole gothic/vintage look. Her eyes are caked in dark makeup for her shows, where when she's not doing a show,
she's covered in natural makeup, enhancing her eyes and her natural beauty. Her raven hair is usually hanging down in curls around her shoulders, or even sometimes pulled back.
She sticks to dark colors like black, purple, and deep red, sometimes blue. It is rare you would ever see her petite frame in pink or neon colors. She has a tattoo on her lower hip of her logo.
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Costumes:
Costume A
Costume B
Costume C




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Likes:
-Bubble Gum
-Music
-Popcorn
-Cats
-Foxes
-Good Shows
-Friends
-Cigarettes

Dislikes:
*Alcohol
*Liars
*Her Family
*Her Past
*Giraffes
*Elephants
*Pizza
*Cheaters
Fears:
~Afraid of Talking to her Family, and confronting them about how she was treated, though they try to take advantage of her fame and money
~Afraid of finding someone she truley cares about, and they end up hurting her, or using her for her money/fame
~Afraid of Spiders
~She's afraid of freezing up on stage, and dissapointing her fans, she's become such a role model to them.

Personality:
Risque tries to be nothing of emotion during her shows. Just strictly performance. To people she meets she tries to smile and put on an act, something she's quite good at. People say she has no heart, but she does, she chooses not to let anyone see it. It's rare for people to see her soft and warm side. The side that is truley caring and concerned for everyone. She's a fortress of ice to where some are concerned. The people who do get past that wall, they know how she truley is.

They know she's a kind and loving person. She'd give anyone who needed it her time of day. They know how much she likes to joke around and how she's smart and very witty. They know the girl that was once known as Alaina. Risque has forgotten that name completly, she doesn't associate to that name, and will not answer to it. It's her former self. She'll only answer to Risque, and Risque alone.

She cannot get angry, she gets even. She sticks to the shadows, and just like a cobra will wait for the perfect time to strike. Though she has no worries on this, nobody really speaks with her, maybe some do, but those are the ones she considers close friends. Deep down she wishes everyone could get to know her true self. Get to know she's a kind woman. But from her past, she refuses for that to happen.

She remains anonymous to her fans, all just knowing her by Risque...because afterall... its showbusiness...




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History:
Alaina wasn't always into Circus life, one time she lived in a small town in Texas. Though of course nobody knows that of her. She was raised along with her two brothers by her Aunt since her parents had passed away and her aunt couldn't have kids. She knew she was different growing up seeming how she was always into magic, and illusions and even dark colors. Her brothers constantly teased her, calling her a hateful witch. She doesn't have a good standing with them today which suits her just fine.

Ever since she was 13 she had been practicing magic, and illusions, wanting to impress people, and even impress herself. She was always trying new and daring things, once setting her room on fire on accident. Her aunt then made her start practicing outside. Since then, she's perfected her skills as an Illusionist/Escapeologist.

Alaina went to high school, teased and ridiculed for what she wore and how she acted. Before she turned 19, and graduated, she left high school, and ran away with the circus. At the time of Joining the Ringleader saw no reason to have an Illusionist in his show. His exact words to her was, "I see no point in this, but you have one night to win the crowd over, if you can't, you're out kid."

Alaina made sure that was the best performance she had ever done before. Impressing the crowd, and evening the Ringmaster himself, she was immideatly set up with a tent, and her own show within the Circus. It took a few months for her Stagename to come in, before then she had been known just as the Magician of the Show. When one of her loyal admirers came up to her and said they followed the circus just to see her risky performances, that was when her stage name came to her.

Since then, she has been known as Risque, and nothing else. Alaina Silverkin was dead, and alive was this young woman named Risque.




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Theme Song(s):
(can be as many as you want)
Going Under|| Evanescence
Mindfreak|| Criss Angel <----< Her themesong for when she enters the Big Top
In the End|| Black Veil Brides
Everybody's Fool|| Evanescence
Skin || Sixx AM

Other:
She has a pet fox named Izzy. She found him while traveling in the Circus, and took him in ever since he was a Kid.

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So begins...

Alania "Risque" Silverkin's Story

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Character Portrait: Micel "Cloverdew Silversun" Tanil Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Evelyn "Calypso" Winters Character Portrait: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Axel Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Judas "Macabre" Ahn Character Portrait: Jennie Character Portrait: Vedette Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Smiles Character Portrait: Tomo Character Portrait: Bo Character Portrait: Elena "Chalice" Synclair Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Liu Jiao -[Pheonix]- Character Portrait: Ever 'Evermore' Mitchell Character Portrait: Felix Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Lio Character Portrait: Bellua
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Shiloh stood up from her crisscrossed position on the floor in her tent. Everyone in the circus had their own tent where they called home. Carnies slept, dressed, and basically did everything normal people would do in there tents. They even have this strict rule that carnies cannot enter other carnies rooms without being told they may enter. This rule is so strict for the fact that tents don't lock and don't have doors to knock on. Sure, they had trailers. But the trailers were used for the show girls to do their makeup and hair. Shiloh, being a clown, had to do her makeup herself in her tent. A mater of fact, everyone else, not counting the acrobat's who also use the trailers for makeup, had to do everything themselves.

Shiloh let out a sigh, not standing in the middle of her tent as she looked around. In one corner, she had a small sleeping spot. She didn't have a bed, but just a matric on the ground with an old heavy yet thin blanket and an old pillow. She didn't mind though, it was good enough for her and this is what happens in a low budget circus. When you join the circus, it's up to you to buy everything you need with the money you make. A lot of people even have to get a second job to pay for everything. Shiloh's one of those people. But, we'll get into that later. Looking around her room/tent some more, we have a clothes rack that holds just a few hangers to Shiloh's costume. She keeps the rest of her clothes in a suitcase on the ground next to it. On the other side of the tent, opposite her bed, is a mirror on a desk with all her stage makeup laid down on it. That's all she held in her little tent, thought, it wasn't so little as it was tall enough for Shiloh to stand up straight through most of it, but, on the other hand, Shlioh is a rather short girl.

Walking over to her rack, Shiloh carefully put on her clowns costume. She didn't have a normal clowns costume that you would think about when you hear clown. No, Shiloh's costume holds mostly black and white. A black suite a size big on her, a white dress shirt a size big on her, and an over-sized white bowtie. After she had this on, she went over to the mirror and did her hair first. Putting her bleached-blonde hair up into a Mohawk-like fashion. She then continues on to do her makeup. Being a clown, she's not suppose to show any of her actual skin color. So, she puts white face paint all over her face, ears, and neck, covering up all her normal pale skin color. She then takes her eye makeup after the paint is dried and darkens it around her eyes a bit. She continues with black face paint, going over where her eyebrows would be located. She finishes up her makeup by putting on bright red lipstick. Once that is finished, she puts on bright red gloves that fit her perfectly and bright red dress shoes a size big on her.

She looked at herself in the mirror and practiced her smile. Pinning it there, she headed out of her tent and to the front gateway into the circus. The gate way was large and a rusty red color. It had ribbons coming from the bottom of either side and going out to surround the circus. Once she got to the front gate, she picked up the flyers and waited as the new comers came in, handing each of them a flyer with a small settle smile pinned on her face.





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"Ba-da-da-da-da-da-ba-da-ba-da Ba-da-da-da-da-da-ba-da-ba-da ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da ba-da-da ba-da-da ba-da-da-ba!" Ricket sing loudly in his tent to the music playing over the intercom. So what, it didn't have lyrics or any words what so ever, but he could still sing to it. Rickets tent was a mess. It had old alcohol bottles all over the place. He didn't even have a bed in there, just an old rotten recliner that he got when he joined the circus. That seems like such a long time ago. His tent was arranged in the same way Shiloh's was but with more of a messy way, and instead of having a stand with makeup he had his huge stilts with giant pants over them and giant shoes on the end. He got dressed in his outfit, putting on smaller versions of the shoes and pants on himself, then dragged them outside.

Being a stilt walker and having the tall stilts, he couldn't get them on himself. So, off he went to go find Shiloh, his little helper. He found her already greeting Wanna-Be's into the gate and gave a big smile. "Why, hello, youngens! I'm Ricket, that there's Shiloh!" He said loudly and excitedly then glanced at Shiloh, who didn't say a word. "She's a quiet clown, so she wont talk while in costume. But, out of costume she'll talk more, don't worry!" He said, his Irish accent coming out some as he said so. "Shiloh, give a mate a hand, will you?" He said, large smile still illumining his face. Shiloh nodded and went to help her fellow carny up onto his legs.

Once Ricket was up, he nodded down at her, tipping his hat to her slightly, then waved to the Wanna-Be's. "Come on, now. You don't want to be late to the big top, now do you?" He said and lead the way to the big top. Once there, he reached over and held the tent open as he waited for everyone to go inside before stepping in himself. All about the large tent was little groups of the carnies all talking among themselves. Some had the animals by them and some just had themselves. After a moment, Rocky came up and stood beside Ricket in his little matching doggy vest. He knew while he stood there that today was going to be a fun day as they offered there home to the Wanna-Be's to join.

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin
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Risque had been sitting there petting her young fox a smile on her face. Now Risque rarely smiled unless it was plastered on her face for performances. Something about this young fox tugged on her heartstrings. Heartstrings she had once thought she lost. Grimacing at heroutfit that she picked out for the night, she stood up and slowly undressed. The rest of her outfits were torn and dirty, this was the only clean one she had. "Why did I even buy this corset! It's horrid!" She cursed herself outloud.

She threw the corset on, making sure the tutu had been fluffed and pretty enough for the show. Sucking her teeth she put on her lucky leather boots, and her hat. Checking herself once in the mirror she gave another smile. "What do ya know... I actually look good in pink." She snorted before grabbing her cape and, doing hermakeup. She figured she met her nightly performance approval, and started walking out of her tent.

Tonight was different, she could tell. Izzy barked as he followed her, nearly on her heels. Turning and looking back at him she shook her head. "Izzy! You pestful fox!" Her tone was light and teasing as she continued walking. Seeing most of the people surrounding the wannabe's she snorted and held her head high. Seeing as Damia was walking to the Big Top she'd nod her head, tipping her hat before stopping at the group. "Evenin' Ricket, Shiloh..." She'd say cooly before her green eyes grazed over the wanna-be's. "Interesting group..." She mused before Izzy started pawing at her. Looking down she nodded. "I know, must go practice..." She shook her head, keeping herself slightly reserved.

"Wonder who can live the circus life." She chuckled, as she thought who would leave and who would go. "Ah! Where are my manners! I'm so rude sometimes!" She crossed her arms and tipped her hat once more. "I am Risque, the only Magician/Illusionist/Escapoloist we have upon these very grounds." She'd narrow her eyes, "And it'll stay that way." She added on before motioning to her pet fox. "Izzy, is his name." A bow to everyone. Risque turned on her heels and prepared to walk away when she saw Lyfe watching from afar. A dangerous smirk played upon her lips.

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Character Portrait: Katrine 'Kat' Cohen Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Lio
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Kat sat quietly, intent on making her ears exactly the same distance apart, after all - She did want to make a good impression on the wanna-be's. Quickly, she attached her clip-on tail before adding a dash of red to her lips and slipped on her ballet pumps.
All the while humming to herself the Swedish nursery rhyme her mother used to sing her. Kat hated that the strong Swedish accent she once had was fading, although, it did make it easier for people to understand and anyway, it wasn't like it had completely gone, you could still hear the sweet accent every time Kat spoke.

Deciding it was about time she got to the Big Top, Kat hurried along the small path which let her right to the tent.
Once she entered, Kat immediately noticed the new kids, grinning, Kat walked over to greet them; just catching the end of Risque's speech. Frowning Kat shakes her head, how like Risque to, almost, threaten the wanna-be's on their first day of arrival.
Using the customary Swedish greeting, Kat returned her smile to her face, "Hej alla," She said, and then repeats it in English, "Hello everyone, I am Kat the only contortionist, but if any of you are thinking of joining me - Go ahead! I've always wanted to be in a double act." Kat exclaims, and then notices something's missing.
"Oh where is he now," Kat sighs, "Nisse!"
And with a single call, a small, flat-faced cat comes bounding in, straight into Kat's arms.

Grinning at the wanna-be's once more, Kat walks over to the original carnie's and, yet again, notices someone else is missing.
Rolling her eyes, she quickly says to Lyfe "I'm just going to be a minuet." (because it's very rude to just leave in the middle of greeting guests), and walks out of the Big Top.

Walking quickly to where she knew Lio would be, under the exact same tree Kat had woken up on - You see, he didn't like to leave her there on her own because, if she fell off she'd get injured and he wanted to be there to help. Of course, Kat never has and never will, there's a reason she's called Kat, but anyway, Lio doesn't like her being there on her own and so he usually gets a book and reads until the sun rises, then he eats, gets changed and performs - The same cycle everyday, with a few mood swings thrown in there.

"Lio," She growls, her voice not quite as soft anymore, "what do you think you're doing? We have guests!"
But Lio simply looks up to her and shrugs "Reading." is his only response to which Kat frowns and grabs his book.
"Not anymore you're not," Kat purrs, grinning at his frown, "look, just be sociable, even if it is just for a minuet before you go of being all grumpy again, besides you have to introduce yourself."






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Lio had been quietly reading; everything was so peaceful but of course, little Kat just had to come over and spoil his serenity.
"look, just be sociable, even if it is just for a minuet before you go of being all grumpy again, besides you have to introduce yourself." Kat says, her voice regaining the friendliness it momentarily lost.

Sighing, Lio rolls his eyes before standing up, "just let me get dressed then," he tells her, walking over to his tent, Lio quickly changes into his common outfit, sighing as he put on the braces and bow tie, honestly it was ridiculous, why they had made him add these things he will never know.

Lio then looks at his appearance in the mirror, his constantly messy hair was, like always, extremely messy and there was nothing he could do about his deathly pale skin - However, Lio's large, emerald eyes still held a small spark, the spark of Oliver, the child who could have only dreamed of this to happen, only in his dreams would this ever come true and yet, somehow he had managed, the only thing missing was Oliver, the child Lio had known so well seems to disappear with every year.

Exiting the place he had made his home, Lio remembers to call for Comet before walking to the Big Top with Kat, her grinning and him, well, him being him.
As they entered the huge tent, Lio noticed a few knew faces, ah, so these must be the wanna-be's.
Walking, well, being shoved by Kat over to them, Lio smiles a little and greets them, "uh, Hi - I'm Lio the sword swallower an-" only to have Kat chime in with: "The only sword swallower, impressive, huh?" and with a wink walks off.

Rolling his eyes at Kat's back, Lio turns again to the new additions and nods, "yeah, I guess I'm the only one," he shrugs before saying, "well, that's me - I best go see how everyone else is doing."
And with that, Lio walks over to the original acts, standing next to Kat as she talks away about something or another - It was difficult to follow what she said sometimes, when Kat got really passionate, that faint accent would come back with a vengeance and make it almost impossible to understand the girl, so Lio just stood there quietly, nodding every so often and looking around the room.
He noticed Damia with Ricket & Shiloh; Florence was with Jennie & Axel; as usual, Lyfe was standing with his right-hand man Ghost.
Lio only wished he was in a better mood today, then he might go and join one of the groups, might even feel confident enough to talk to Damia. But for now, he was fine just half-listening to Kat talk.

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Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant
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Risque snorted hearing Kat's words about a double act. Knowing she probably couldn't hear anymore of the girl's words she continued on walking off. Izzy followed her his mouth slightly open. She figured she should at least go and say good morning to the ringmaster. Approaching Lyfe she tipped her hat and smiled. "Evening Lyfe." She paused and looked at Ghost. Nodding her head she simply said, "Ghost." Izzy yapped and sniffed Bear hesitantly. Risque shook her head and scolded the little fox. "Leave him alone, he doesn't look like he wants to play nor bother you." She chuckled and shook her head. "Pesky little fox you are." She looked back up at Lyfe and smirked, "So... I might need your help this evenin on my act... that is... if you wouldn't mind?"

She raised a slender brow as her green eyes glowed waiting for a response. She was much more relaxed than usual, maybe that was because she was around both Ghost and Lyfe, who knew. "Oh! I'm so forgetful sometimes...." She chuckled and adjusted her gloves. "I haven't told you my act... it's sure gonna dazzle the new kids, and shock the crowd... hopefully it won't give you a heart attack in the process." She started playing with her hair as she spoke about it. Am I seriously flirting with the Ringmaster? Gosh! Alania get a grip! She mentally shouted at herself as she pondered the performance tonight.

Realizing what she was doing she stopped playing with her hair and put up her icy front once more, though it wasn't so icy since it was the Ringmaster she was speaking with. Kneeling down, she picked her kidd fox up and smiled. "Izzy you remember Lyfe don't you?" It was something to keep herself busy...a distraction.

Izzy leaned forward both paws still on Risque's chest as he sniffed Lyfe. His brown eyes seemed to glow as he licked the man's cheek before hopping out of Risque's arms and scampering off to her tent. Shaking her head she sighed. "Such a fox that is."

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Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant
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Lyfe grinned fondly at Ghost, "It's how I see you, mate. In my eyes, you are more than you think you are," he shrugged. "I tend to find beauty in everyone I come in contact with. Call it my tragic flaw or my saving grace, if you will." He nodded happily, his face beaming with exuberance. "Thank you for the effort, Ghost. I'm sure that you'll be speaking more effortlessly in no time." He listened as his companion attempted to engage him in conversation, however, Lyfe's attention was steered away from Ghost when Risque decided to grace him with her presence. He quirked a brow in faint surprise. Risque was one of the reserved few of his carnies that didn't confine in him much, so it was a pleasant surprise when she approached him.

"My apologies, Ghost," he said, trying not to be rude.

"Lovely seeing you again, Risque. Always a pleasure," he mused, charmingly. He glanced at her fox as he tried to play with the lazy fur ball at his feet, smirking at the two before moving his golden gaze shift back to her. His charming smile only widened when she asked for his assistance. "Of course, I'd love to help." His honey eyes took in her stature, causing him to raise a brow. Was Risque flirting with him? The signs were all there, but she never seemed interested before. He always assumed that he just wasn't her type, but who was he to judge? "Care to explain what said act consists of? I'd prefer to know what I'm getting myself into before I'm terrorized or scarred for life," he joked, lightly. Before she could answer his question, the fox was sniffing and lick his face. He chuckled, lightly, patting the beast on his head, running his fingers through the soft fur, before he scurried away. "Cute," he said simply. "So, about this act of yours. Will it hurt me in any way?"

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Image"It's how I see you, mate. In my eyes, you are more than you think you are," "At least one of us sees me in a more uplifting way." He watch Lyfe shrug it off and continue speaking. "I tend to find beauty in everyone I come in contact with. Call it my tragic flaw or my saving grace, if you will." He watched Lyfe's face almost glow from joy, Is he happy I'm talking more? He didn't really want to think to much about it, so he brushed it off.

"Thank you for the effort, Ghost. I'm sure that you'll be speaking more effortlessly in no time." So it is because I'm speaking. Nodding his head he wasn't to sure about that, he didn't really want to talk more effortlessly. Ghost likes being closed off to the ones he wasn't fond of, "I could only hope." Was his only reply as he noticed he was losing his attention. He didn't mind though, he wasn't the most entertaining person in the world. Turning his head he saw who Lyfe was looking at, Risque walking over to them. She's odd but beautiful, I see why she has his attention.

"My apologies, Ghost," His head different back around to the voice, "It's perfectly fine." Telling him so he did mind it in a way he was unsure of, but he would simply keep that feeling to himself. When she came to stand in front of Lyfe he gave off a soft smile. "Ghost." He nodded at her hello not in any mood to talk to her in any form. As she and Lyfe talked he began frowning, Looks like I'll be losing my talking companion. Knowing he had begun to frown he quickly plastered another smile hoping no one noticed, he wanted none of his true emotions to be showing. He didn't care to much about no talking to Lyfe, but a small amount did, it was a frustrating thought he was going to try to push away as he listened to the two of them chatter.

With a huff from frustration he slide down the wall so he ended up sitting on the ground that was surprisingly warm. He didn't know where this frustration was coming from, but he wanted it to leave, Pesky mood swings! He was ready just to hear Lyfe's speech then hopefully go back to his tent, because momentarily that's all he wanted, was to be alone. In a way he was enjoying the company from Lyfe, but he didn't feel like sharing that company, so he had rather just being alone. He was alone for a big sum of the time anyways so it wasn't anything different. He was known for randomly walking away from conversations to be by himself, but at the moment he felt like that would be overly rude with there being new recruits. As he set there he twisted his hair with his fingers which was a tell of his frustration, it was something he did because pulling the nerves in his head always made him calm down. Wouldn't I kill for a head massage right now.

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Risque smiled as Lyfe expressed some interest in her performance... maybe that was because well she had asked him to be in it. Her green eyes glowed brightly as she begun to speak about her idea for the night. "Well after I do my first few tricks... I'll need someone to catch me." She bit her lip slightly. "I promise to replace the acrobats rope.. but, I'm going to be fastened in a straightjacket, it'll be chained and locked... I'll be balancing on the rope as it is lit on fire from both ends. I have until it reaches the center to escape the jacket, and I'll have to jump down." She kicked at the ground. "You are one of the few people I trust... well ok... the only person I trust to catch me, after I jump down.."

She finished her speech about her final act and looked at him hopeful. "You don't mind helping do you?" She knelt down to pet Bear trying to find something to do to kill the anxiety in her. She turned her attention to the big top before sighing, "The acrobats will have to go before me of course." She muttered wondering what other magical tricks she could do to impress the crowd. Something always new, something always different.

Standing up so she was face to face with Lyfe once more she bowed her head and removed her hat, so that she could place her hood over her head, keeping her cloak closed. She didn't need anyone to know she was wearing a Pink corset for this evening...or that she was wearing a corset at all... much less one so... revealing.

"So what do you say Lyfe? Ready to believe in magic again? Ready to take a Risque?" She smirked as she asked the questions, making a pun on her stage name. Holding out her hand, she gave a bashful smile. "Might I see your arm Lyfe...?" With her free hand, she pulled a sharpie from the pocket of her cloak, "I would like to draw something..." She murmured slightly

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Character Portrait: Micel "Cloverdew Silversun" Tanil Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant
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In mid-sentence, Lyfe felt the soft fur on his cheek and the weight on his shoulder before he saw the feline's tail flash before his eyes. "The animals seem to adore me today," he mused, allowing the cub to lick his nose, lovingly. "So cute," he chuckled. He didn't mind that Ceil wanted his attention. He glanced at Damia, giving the young woman a short shrug in a nonchalant fashion. "No need to be sorry, love. They're precious." Being the ringmaster, Lyfe was used to the various animals showing him affection, however seeing the lions roaming about did take him aback. "Now that," he sighed. "Is unacceptable."

He flicked his gaze to Risque, "I'd be glad to help, we can practice later...without the fire, of course." He quirked a brow at her before he extended his arm to her, pulling up his sleeve, revealing his naturally tanned skin. "I have to see a fellow about two lions, so I'd prefer if you attempt to make haste, please." He looked down at Ghost after she finished marking his flesh, feeling a bit guilty for excluding him. "You and I will have a drink together, mate, but I must do something about these lions, at the moment." He made his way to Cloverdew, ready to bring the chaos down to a minimum. "Clover," he said once he found the lad. "Please try to control the lions. I don't want to frighten the new recruits away. I need them back in their cages." He glanced down at Ricket, a small smile playing on his face. "You okay down there, mate?"

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Elena "Chalice" Synclair Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin
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Chalice arrived at the circus gate, her bag in hand. There were others milling around, newcomers just like her. Letting her bag drop to the ground, she peered through the bars of the gate to see if anyone would be coming to let them in soon. A young woman dressed in all black and white opened up the gate and greeted them. She started handing out flyers one by one, giving each of them a smile. Chalice returned the smile as she accepted a flyer, glancing at its contents. "Why, hello, youngens!" She looked up to see a man walk up to the young girl, and introduced himself to them. "I'm Ricket, that there's Shiloh!" She watched as Shiloh helped Ricket up onto his stilts, and he steadied himself. "Come on, now. You don't want to be late to the big top, now do you?" Grabbing her bag again, she sling it over her shoulder and followed Ricket. She wondered what the 'big top' was, and it was answered as a giant tent came into view. He held it open as she filed inside. Circus members were milling around, talking amongst their little groups. "Hello beautiful Wanna-Be's, I'm Florence!" Another circus member joined them, giving a small wave. A lion tamer also came with her tigers and introduced herself as Damia Astre. Before she could introduce herself, another circus member entered the tent with what seemed like a fox. She talked to Ricket and Shiloh before turning to address the newcomers. "Ah! Where are my manners! I'm so rude sometimes! I am Risque, the only Magician/Illusionist/Escapoloist we have upon these very grounds. And it'll stay that way." Chalice inwardly shuddered, her enthusiasm waning. Magicians had always been her favorite in the circus, they never ceased to amaze her. Her father used to be a magician too, and that was where she got her start in the circus. The last part of what Risque said made her wary of the woman.

Ricket turned back to the wannabes and whispered, "What a craic par, don't ya think?" before bursting out laughing. Chalice grinned at his humor, and ran a hand through her hair. It was overwhelming to meet all these people at once, each one with a distinct personality. It was exactly how she'd imagined it to be, and her excitement boiled over. "This is all so amazing..." She looked around the tent once more, spotting a slightly older, yet handsome figure standing on the far side. "That must be the ringmaster..." she thought. She returned her attention to Ricket, Shiloh, and any other circus members close to her. "I'm Elena Synclair, though you can call me Chalice."

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Risque nodded as she had seen the commotion with the lions. Drawing the same thing that was on her tattoo she drew her Logo, along with the wings and Believe underneath. "If you Believe you can do anything." She whispered before putting the marker back and letting go of his arm, she sighed and backed away almost glad that she was away from him. Walking to the corner she kept an eye on everything while trying to rub the goosebumps that had appeared off her arms.

A smile tugged at her lips as she heard about the lions freedom. She loved the big cats, but her little Izzy didn't. Plopping down she watched everyone with great caution, and a silent icyness.

Oh how wonderful the Circus life was. She just hoped that Lyfe didn't ask her to tutor one of the wanna-be's. Of course if he asked she would, but how could she reveal her secrets... her tricks of the trade so to speak. Frowning she murmured something under her breath. "questo è ciò che si chiama la vita del circo" (this is what you call the circus life). Not many knew Risque could speak Italian, but from all the travelling they had done, she picked up on the language.

It was a beautiful language too, and it enhanced her performances at night. Sighing softly, she stared off in the direction of the group of Circus folk. Such an interesting family they were, but none the less, they were her family

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Character Portrait: Micel "Cloverdew Silversun" Tanil Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Evelyn "Calypso" Winters Character Portrait: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Axel Character Portrait: Katrine 'Kat' Cohen Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Judas "Macabre" Ahn Character Portrait: Jennie Character Portrait: Vedette Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Smiles Character Portrait: Tomo Character Portrait: Bo Character Portrait: Elena "Chalice" Synclair Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Liu Jiao -[Pheonix]- Character Portrait: Felix Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Lio Character Portrait: Bellua Character Portrait: Fleur
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Smiles was late. He cursed as he crashed out of his tent trying in vain to tie his shoe as he did. He gave two hops before he fell face first into the ground and groaned as he got back up and dusted himself off. Taking a deep breath he opted for tying his dress shoes before seriously damaging any body parts that he'd prefer to keep. He checked to make sure that his dark faded jeans, dark purple vest and crisp white button down shirt weren't ruined and that his fedora- which matched his vest- was still atop his head. Once that was done he speed walked down to the Big Top. He passed the gates and wondered how many new people had come for a chance at the circus life and how many would actually stay. He remembered when he'd been in their position and the many people that had come that day to join. Slowly many of those people had left or quit because they couldn't handle or didn't want to live it out as the carnies did. Smiles was glad he had a strong determination or he'd never have known the joys of being a carnie. He didn't have an act or anything of the sort. He was a simple concessionaire but he was treated pretty equally to the others and for that he was truly grateful.

Opening the flaps of the Big Top he grinned as he spotted many of them already inside. Great going Smiles, now everyone knows you're late, he chastised himself in his head. He spotted Lyfe and gave him an apologetic look before placing both hands in a pleading position and bowed his head regretfully. He hated disappointing his boss. Actually, he hated disappointing anyone really. Looking back up he noticed the newbies and sauntered over with his usual charming smile and waved dramatically. "Hello there newcomers! I am the wonderful and magnificent Smiles," he greeted, bowing in a ridiculous but oddly charming way that only Smiles could ever pull off before continuing on, "I hope to see more of you in the coming days, yes?" He turned to Shiloh, gave her a friendly two finger wave greeting before heading to the side and sat at the stands.

Smiles was still tired oddly enough. His part time job required him to wake up at an ungodly hour in the morning but he needed all the extra money he could get. None of his fellow carnies really knew it but he worked part time for an old lady, helping her sew and mend clothes and costumes. He felt no shame in the trade and wouldn't give a flying rats arse if the others knew but since they hadn't asked he'd never said. He liked helping the sweet old lady out, and in the long run he knew how to fix any torn clothes or costumes. Very helpful if such a situation came up here at the circus. Heck, the old lady he worked for had even taught him how to make a few clothes and was still in the process of said teaching. Pretty soon he wouldn't have to go to stores to buy his clothes. He'd simply buy a bunch of fabric, needles and thread and he'd make himself a whole batch of clothing. Very useful indeed. He lets his dark brown eyes glance at everyone slowly and he smiles softly. This was his family. "And its about to get just a bit bigger..." he murmured to himself as he finally settled his sights on the newbies.

Before long, Lyfe enters center stage and Smiles listens attentively as their Ring Master gives his speech.





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Tomo was currently standing at the other side of the street of the gates looking very much like a stalker. A very hot stalker, she amended in her head smirking as she looked down at her choice of clothing. She'd chosen to go with an off the shoulder skull tee, some black short shorts, awesome fishnet stockings (one of many that she owned) and black boots that reached just below her knees. She'd added small black leather bracelets here and there just so she wouldn't feel so plain but then again Tomo was one of few people who could ever really look plain even on off days. Her friend Molly had helped her fashion her hair into a mohawk style that didn't require her to cut off any of her hair whatsoever.

She smiled as she thought of her best friend. Molly was the complete opposite of her; she was shy, a bit nerdy and all around cute! Though she looked like a kid, Molly was actually two years older than Tomo and liked to remind her of it every chance she got. Tomo had been living with Molly for a little over a year ever since she'd left her parents home. Tyler, Molly's boyfriend, was also one of Tomo's closest friend and was also on the baby faced side. People still wondered why such sweet faced people would still be friends with a daredevil like Tomo. She knew they made an odd little trio but she loved them dearly because they didn't judge her and accepted her for who she was. 'Course, that didn't stop them from having their arguments now and then BUT that's what friendship was all about. Sticking together through the good and bad.

Enough with the mindless reminiscent memories. Get your ass over there, she commanded herself as she snapped back to reality. She adjusted her large spiked messenger bag on her shoulder before she strutted across the street and took a flyer from the female clown with a grateful smile. Once they'd gathered quite a few people she followed them into what they reffered to as the "Big Top". Many of the Carnies introduced themselves and Tomo couldn't help but eye them up. Attractive lot, that they were. Tomo grinned mischievously at the rated r thoughts running through her head before she shook herself free of them. Down Tomo, down. She stayed oddly silent throughout the whole thing, even when there was a commotion with the animals and Ricket, very odd behaviour for Tomo herself since half the time even her friends couldn't get her to shut up. But Tomo figured that this was a whole new world she was coming into. A whole new set of rules to take in mind. Though she was for the most part a rebellious girl Tomo still held her parents upbringing in her genes. She could be decent, even normal, if she allowed herself to be. This was one such occasion. She hungrily took in her surrounding and the people around her and wondered only for a second if she was doing the right thing. But only for a second. The way that her heart beat against her chest and the rush she was getting just standing there was all the answer she needed. As the Ring Master walked to the center of the stage Tomo stilled and listened to his speech. A thrill went down her back and she grinned.

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Tomo Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Liu Jiao -[Pheonix]- Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Chalice
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Lyfe grinned, wholeheartedly. "Thank you, my friend," he said. He stretched his muscles, glancing at Damia as she sat silently on the floor.

"Damia, darling, I wasn't able to give you a proper greeting, love. Malu and Seneb took me away before I could really communicate with you," He helped the young woman to her feet. "Hello, my untamed star." He then placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. To say that Lyfe was excited was an understatement; not only did he make progress with Ghost, but he was expanding their family. He felt good.

"Sadly, I must part to mingle with the Fresh Meat," he said with a shrug. "Ghost, I owe you a drink and Damia you may join us if you please. Cheers."

He walked away, straightening his jacket, tie, and top hat. He then made his way to Risque as she perched, watching in silence. He knelt before her, sending an apologetic look her way. "I am sorry that our conversation ended so soon, love, however I will be all yours later when we practice your act. For now, I have to get to know the new recruits, but when I'm done; you and I have a date with a tight rope. I look forward to catching you when you fall." He gave a small bow then stood completely, looking at the picture of her logo on his arm before raising his brow a bit flirtatiously at her. "If I didn't know any better, Risque; I'd say you tried to brand me." He gave her a charming smile and a wink then went on his merry way towards the new people.

"Hello, hello, hello," he said with exuberance as he approached them. "How are my New Bloods today? I want to know your stage name, your talent, and if you feel comfortable telling me; your story, I'd love to hear it, if not then no pressure. I completely understand."

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Risque had begun up, preparing to take her leave. Ready to enter her tent, and relax, clear her mind and meditate after Lyfe gave his speech. Before she knew it his honey brown eyes were in front of hers, giving her almost an apologetic look. "I am sorry that our conversation ended so soon, love, however I will be all yours later when we practice your act. For now, I have to get to know the new recruits, but when I'm done; you and I have a date with a tight rope. I look forward to catching you when you fall." His words had echoed in her mind as he had said them in his catchy accent of his. She smiled and nodded, trying to decipher, what sounded like a flirtatious saying of practice. "The pleasure will be mine Lyfe." She had curtly said, her green eyes never leaving his.

She was suprised at the bow, she couldn't recall when he had bowed before her, though she knew that was a trait of Lyfe's. Hearing his smart comment on her logo she shrugged and turned to walk out when her eye had caught Smiles. She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. She walked out of the big top, and sighed, taking her silent walk, she kept her eyes on the ground, her hood still on her head, her hat in her hand. Opening her tent she saw Izzy snoring on his little hammock next to her cot. Chuckling she took her boots off, resting her feet as she criss crossed them and removed her cloak, letting it fall from around her shoulders.

Placing her hands on her knees she slowly inhaled and exhaled, making sure to clear her mind she started her meditation. Clearing her mind, focusing her thoughts on her act, making sure to remain calm. Repeating the steps of her grand finale in her mind. It was all about faith and skill. She had to have faith in Lyfe to catch her when she jumped, but she had to have the skill to get out of the straightjacket before the acrobats rope burned, leaving her to fall.

A fear of falling, Risque didn't have. It enhanced her performance, gave her the adrenaline boost she needed, she had a fear of getting hurt after she hit the ground. That was just one of the tricks of the trade though. She knew that, so she tried not to worry about it much.

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As she finished meditating, she looked over at Izzy. "I need a bath." She told him, stretching her legs. Izzy yipped as his brown eyes looked at her. Sighing she got off her cot and grabbed her cape. Attaching it to herself, she walked outside with the hood drawn up once more. Izzy leapt out of his hammock and started to follow her. As she walked out of her tent she heard someone shouting. Which was odd, she never really picked up voices that easily. Izzy barked as he started running to one of the tents near hers.

"Izzy! Izzy! Come back here!" She called out, starting to chase the little fox. Her ears caught the sound of books falling and she rushed forward trying to catch the little fox. "You're interrupting my bath!" She tried calling out to him. The little fox kept running, as if he was ignoring her pleas. Her hood had fell down, revealing her long black curls. Cursing slightly as she kept hitting her toes on small rocks and sticks, for she had forgotten to grab her shoes.

She was going to the river to bathe, but eh...doesn't work when you have an energetic little fox. As the fox entered the tent she mentally cursed. "Damnit..." Examining she realized whose tent it was, bowing her head she closed her eyes saying a little prayer.

When her prayer was done, she lifted her head and opened her eyes. "Ghost?" Her voice was hesitant, as she wasn't sure he was in there. Kneeling down she whispered, "Izzy, get back here now!" A small yip answered her. Her green eyes were panicked.... that little fox could be put in a cage.. "I'll put you in a cage if you don't listen!" A growl.

Shaking her head she looked around, she was afraid that Lyfe would appear any second with a cage with her fox. Turning back to the opening of the tent, she hesitated on whether she should intrude Ghost's private tent and grab the small fox, or stand here waiting for him to answer... and risk Izzy doing God knows what to Ghosts stuff.

"Damn you fox!" She growled, before reaching her hand to the flap of the tent, calling Ghosts name once more. She really felt awkward for doing this, she knew she didn't like people entering her tent without her permission... but... she would wait a few minutes before going in there, and grabbing that damned fox.

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ImageWith the case on the ground he just took a moment to stare at the scattered books, so many biographies of different life's, some happy and done tragic, some that couldn't even compare to his. It was strange how just seeing a simple punch could make a man feel trapped even though they weren't. He knew that if he was truly ever wanted back his kidnappers could simply find him; he'd no longer be just seeing a punch but feeling it himself. Ghost had killed before, breaking a nose was a small thing that could compare to what he had done, had to do to live. He felt like he was going to have a mental break down, "You're stronger than this." Telling himself this he stopped and looked at himself in the mirror again. See, you're safe? No one can hurt you now. Taking in one deep breath after the other he was attempting to calm himself. Safe. He was far away from harm, very far away from harm. Ghost, you're with family. With both hands on his head he felt like letting out a large bloodcurdling scream, but did his best causing him to strain his neck. Just calm. With a breath through his nose and out his mouth he was slowly calming.

"Ghost?" He heard the girls voice, he didn't respond at first but just listened to a small rustling sound and the girls. "Izzy, get back here now!" Ghost pulled a chair and took a seat, Is she trying to be secretive? He had trained himself to these kind of things, the small sounds that others couldn't hear. Sometimes the small things meant life or death, sadly for him he had learned that the hard way. He could think of the days he'd be sleeping in a bed and walk up in the middle of the night with a pillow over his face trying to smoother him or a lit flame being held to his skin or maybe even being whipped from his slumber; this all made him not a easy sleeper. [color=#]"I'll put you in a cage if you don't listen!"[/color] A grow was released in the space he was in, She's not very quiet. Hearing his name again he sighed, Please just fucking leave me alone. Rising from his seat he listened around until he could lock on the position of the some little fox. Moving the bookcase and a few of the books he found the small fox. Seeing the small scared creature made him feel, better? "You remind me of a pet rat I once had... a week later I had to eat him though." With a half smile he picked up Izzy. "That rat tasted a lot better than it looked." Letting out a big puff he felt better after he through his private little tantrum.

Walking outside his tent he found a torn Risque, "I'm assuming this nuisance belongs to you." Maintaining a straight face he placed the creature on the floor next to her. "Um, try keeping it out of my room please... I think I scared it." With that he nodded he smoothed his hair down then left her to return back to the Big Top over to Lyfe. "I apologize greatly for leaving you in here to deal with the chaos alone, I'm deeply sorry." A ball of guilt was sitting in the bottom of his stomach for leaving and from the thought that the others knew why he left. Taking off his glasses he whipped the sweat from his forehead. "Do you think we could have those drinks sooner then later?" Lightly saying the words he tried to laugh it off as if he hadn't almost destroyed his tent. Ghost lost all energy to try to be more outgoing so after the laugh he went to a straight face, no expression.