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Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

"I hoped to dispara??tre, it worked."

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a character in “The Circus”, as played by Onica-Louis

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Real Name:
Moses Hannibal Grant
Stage Name:
Ghost
Age:
Thirty
Role:
Strong Man
Sexuality:
Pansexual





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Appearance:
When first meeting him a few things someone might notice is his bubbly face, his large eyes, his thick black rimmed glasses (he always wears glasses), and his Hispanic French look. His cheeks are puffy and baby like, while his chin is more defined. On his face you'll find a few freckles, mainly on the apples of his cheeks, and a small mole on the left side of his chin. His lips are very full, smooth, and pink; when smiling he has dimples. Ghost's eyes are fairly large and are a grey-green color. His nose bridge is very defined and thicker at the end.

Ghost has stubble for the most part on his face on his chin and has a good amount of hair on his legs. On his head his hair is extremely thick. At the top it's straight and full of volume; as it continues down if gets more wavy and normally curls up at the ends. His hair stops at the end of his neck. He also normally wears his bangs in a rightward swoop. Most people think he has black hair, but in reality it's extremely dark brown. In almost all lighting it does look black, but in the perfect shade of lighting, usually the sun, you can tell it's brown.

He pretty much has no fat on his body whatsoever, it's muscle. He's not huge like a body builder, but he is fit and extremely strong. He has a eight pack and nice looking biceps. The brood shoulder boy wears suits for the most part, even for his acts to make himself appear more sharp and professional, it's just what he's into. Normally his suit would be black, black dress shoes with white no-show socks, a vest, a collared shirt underneath, a belt, some type of flower and a hanky in his tux pocket, and a different colored bow or tie everyday. Act, Act, Act, Act, Act, Act.




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Likes:
|| Laughing || Smiling || Kids || Helping People || Being Alone At Times || Drinking || Drugs || Partying || Risky Sex || Being Strong || No Longer Killing || Dogs || Peanut Butter || Feathers || Reading || Snow Cones || Circus Music || The Carnies || Sing || Dancing ||
Dislikes:
|| Fighting || Guns || Being Used || Being Lied To || Sadness || Loud Noises || Dark Places || Apples ||
Fears:
|| Falling In Love Again || Losing His New Family || The Ronni Boys Finding Him || Pitch Black ||

Personality:
Ghost use to be a very social guy, and in the public eye is still is. He laughs and smiles and cracks jokes, he can be the life of a party. He seems to be the caring friend someone can go to for their problems as long as they want with open ears and he'd never interrupt, he'd just listen and try to help out once they were done speaking, but it's a show. Ghost's practiced his smile and laugh in the mirror for years making it believable. He's so very cracked and when he reassembled him most of his pieces were still missing. He knows he's not whole and not completely there, so he acts like he is to fool people. Ghost's just a fragment of what he use to be, now he feels like it's a curse to live.

Dying for him would be very peaceful and something he wants, he hates the break downs he sometimes has and the flash backs, but he has to keep moving forward in life. With his faking it's like he's still part of humanity like he should be. No one notices his pain, and that's how he wants it, to be unnoticed. He still feels emotions, usually depression, but he's still human. It makes him feel wanted when people come to him for help, he feels sorrow for those that need help, and if he can make them feel better he'll try. Even though Ghost's tris to stay in tacked with everything he still feels lost, the only things that bring him joy are the smiles he sees that he gives to others. That's why he goes by Ghost, the old him is dead and the one that had come back is a lifeless version of the original.

The only time Ghost is at his highest is when he's drunk or making people happy. He took up drinking after he meet his first boyfriend and he continues now because for a short moment he can forget everything that's happened to him over the years. He likes it because he doesn't have to put up with reality; one of the best things about being drunk is when he sobers up he doesn't remember all the mistakes he's made while drunk.

Ghost has also hardened as a person, barely letting anyone in. It's not from lack of trust, it's from the fear of losing someone again. He had been in love, then watched the man he loved die which took a big toll on him. If he were to let someone in what they would find is his brokenness and how hurt he is, but all that pain did make him stronger. It's almost like the pain is what made him strong enough to break through walls or pick up cars.

When it comes to other people it's a mixture of distance and communication. Sometimes he forces himself to talk to them, and others he doesn't have the strength to do so. He tries to stay in the circle of life, but it's hard with him having paranoia. After all the death he's seen and committed it makes him feel like there's someone after him at times.

Something most don't know is that he's extremely intelligent, from his drugged up past it's hard to believe he's the guy that skipped sixth, seventh, eighth, and tenth grade (the didn't skip ninth because he didn't want to be to much younger than the kids in his new grade at the time). School was his number one thing until he had meet George, but once again became important when he started being part of the circus. If he's not putting on an act or forcing himself to communicate he's probably reading a non-fiction book (he doesn't really like fiction because it doesn't teach you anything). He's always been the type to use big words when speaking naturally, causing people to have trouble understanding him. He can also speak different languages including: English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Italian. When he talks he sometimes starts speaking in French by accident from habit.




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History:
Moses was raised by two parents, a nurse of a mother and a historian for a father. Every since he was young he was taught about medical things, how to stop a wound from bleeding so much, how to stitch himself up if he must, and other things from his mother and with his father he taught him other things to like: past wars, famous people, our founding fathers and other things. Moses had also been put into karate, boxing, and self defenses classes at the age of five. His father use to give him little scenarios for him to figure out. His fondest memory of one was when his father had returned home from an eight hour shift when he was five. He has sat down on the couch and he'd ran over to him and sat in his lap. He chucked and began speaking. "Find the flaw," he had told him, "April 15th, 1865 at 9:50 P.M. Abraham Lincoln was assassinated." Moses gave a small laugh, "That's simple. He was killed at 10:15 P.M.!" Moses was so excited about how he was right. His father had told him how smart he was and how he was so intelligent. "Correct!" His father had shouted.

With his fathers inspiration when he turned ten he started going with his fathers to conventions where he'd be told information of the advances and histories of cultures around the world. Everything he'd learned stuck with him. With his parents being what they were they had some money to travel America a little, taking Moses to see some historical landmarks of the world the just lived in. His favorite was the White House, he loved all the old paintings, the statues, and the new information he gathered from the glasses information, at the time he was ten as well. And this was the best thing he'd seen so far in his life, and for a while the last.

A few years after the Washington trip when Moses was fifteen and he had went to work with his mother. They were in her office as she filled out some paper work about the birth she'd just delivered, a pretty, young, rich girl. "Was the baby alright?" Moses had asked his mother and she nodded. Moses had smiled back. "I'm going to go use the restroom." He told her and left the room. Walking into the hall full of people it wasn't to busy, just a few people here and there. He was distant into her thoughts when he bumped into something and fell. "I'm so sorry!" A boy with a stained shirt had told Moses as he helped him up. "No, no it was all my fault, sorry about your coffee." "I think I'm more worried about my shirt," he replied with a laugh holding out his hand, "George." "Moses." He responded shaking it back.

George was a heavy drinker and did drugs most of the time whenever they were together. "You want some?" He had asked Moses holding a bong to him. At first he wasn't sure what to say to it, he knew how bad drugs were for the brain and how they affected people in a negative way, "Sure." He knew better, but yet he did anyways. Soon he started drinking, partying, and became heavily addicted.

He's life was just partying, sex, drug, alcohol everyday. As the years went by his interest in learning and school went down and he ended up being a school dropout. By the time he was eighteen he had been in and out of jail for public intoxication, theft, and multiple other things. When he turned eighteen to his parents dismay they kicked him out, which he didn't mind, and moved in with George. They lived in a low class apartment with five other guys. The living space wasn't the best, but he did enjoy it and for the most part all they did was their drugs and party.

Moses had walked into their small home and went into his room where he found George packing frantically. "What's wrong?" "They're coming after me!" "Who?" He was confused by this, he didn't know what to think about the way his friend was acting. "The Ronni Boys! I didn't pay back so they're going to kill me!" Where they lived the area was ran by a gang of five brothers and their followers, everyone knew better not to get shutting from them, but if they did they knew better then to not give them what they want. "You idiot! You know better than this! The both had gotten into gun fights before, fights in general, but no one was as good as The Ronni Boys. Moses too then started to help pack, but it had been to late. They heard yelling from outside, shortly the front door how been kicked down, and then two of The Ronni Boys stood in their room. "Were you trying to run?" Asking with a large smile he held up a gun pointed at George with a gun. "No no no! I'd never-" His voice had been shaky, but was quickly cut off when he had been shot in between the eyes. "George!" Moses screamed and tried to rush to his friends side, "Where do you think you're going?" Each of them grabbed one of his arms and punched him in the stomach repetitively until he fell unconscious and when he had woken up he was in a dark room he was unfamiliar with.

For the next several years he had been a prison to The Ronni Brothers and was forced to fight other people for entertainment. At first he started off winning and losing, but with the years and the training he became undefeated. He was the strongest man they had fighting. One night when he stood at his window he looked out to see how close freedom was, a brick wall away. With a deep breath he brought his fist back and punched the wall, over and over and over. Hours later he had a broken hand and a hole bigger enough for his body to fit through. "What's going on in there?" Hearing the voice he rushed over and pulled his bed in front of the door that had no lock. "What's that noise!" The man on the other side yelled as he banged on the door trying to open in. Running back to the wall he climbed out of the hole falling to the ground, once he got up he ran.

As he ran he ended up at a big top with flashing lights and bubbly music. He was so tired and covered in his own blood and others from his long time from the lack if bathing. Limping the rest of the way he fell at the entrance of the circus.

When he woke he saw a man who introduced himself as the ring master. When asked why he was in the state he was he told the man. After sharing the ring master promised him protection within the family of the circus, he did become family, but the only person he trust is the ring master for his help.




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Theme Song(s):
MISS JACKSON BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO

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Other:
His mother was Hispanic and his father was French. He lived in France for a few years before moving to the states. He also really likes to sing and dance; when getting drunk he does it a lot. With Ghost having paranoia his prone to having panic attacks.

So begins...

Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant's Story

Characters Present

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: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Axel Character Portrait: Jennie Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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ImageFlorence was all alone in one of the acrobat trailers getting ready. With her being all alone all she wore was a towel from her getting out of the shower not to long ago. Her hair was still dripping wet and small water droplets rushed down her in small streams from the tips of her hair. Sighing she stood in front of the large mirror looking at all the makeup she had to choose from What shall I use today? She had a small box where she kept all her personal makeup, even though it got used by others quite often, she opened it. With a large array of eyeshadows, blushes, and other things she wasn't sure what she'd choose for this day, Actually I look pretty good today, smiling at herself in the mirror she played with her soaked hair, so lipstick should be enough. Rummaging through the box she pulled out a red lipstick she knew would make her lips pop, Perfect! Opening it up she watched herself in the mirror to make sure she was doing it right, when some she blotted. "Perfect!" Telling herself she walked over to a chair where she had placed the leotard she was going to wear for that day. It was black and shiny, was tight fitting, zipped up in the front, and like all her other outfits had lights seen into it. Dropping the towel she picked up the leotard and unzipped it. Bending over a little so she could put it on she placed one leg after the other through the openings at the end. Pulling it up to fit she zipped it and and went to look at herself in the mirror again. Kind of provocative... good choice! Giving herself a high give she knew it was time to go into the big top. "Show time!" With a huge grin she went over to the trailer door, opened it, then walked out making sure to shut it behind her.

Today she was dressed up, well she was always dressed up, but today was different. The circus was letting in Wanna-Be's! She could still remember when she came to the circus, it was just for the fun of the circus life. She had he entranced by all the performing and flashing lights, it was like the circus it's self had beckoned her to come to join it years ago. Her favorite things about the Wanna-Be's was she hoped she could train some new acrobats. She though the acrobats were the best act in the whole circus and also thought she was the best acrobat.

When seeing the Wanna-Be's with Ricket she grew thrilled and ran over immediately. Looking them over she could feel her heart race, "Hello beautiful Wanna-Be's, I'm Florence!" Announcing with a American accent as she waved at them all also while checking them at. Some were more attractive than others, but the all looked good at the least. "I'm one of the acrobats." Swiftly changing to an Italian accent to tell what she did she walked over to Shiloh hugging her from behind. "Well someone's being quiet." Joking as she went back to her original accent. Quickly realizing she was suppose to be in the Big Top with the other carnies she kissed Shiloh's cheek, "I better go before Lyfe yells at me." Joking she let go of the girl and quickly scurried into the tent to where the other carnies were. "Your queens arrived!" She called to the carnies once they all came to her view. Once in she looked around until she spotted someone she wanted to talk to. "Hey there sexy l." She said directly to Axel as she got closer to him.






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ImageTaking in a deep breath he had been in his tent for some time just laying there on his back staring at the ceiling. He was no where near ready to get up and go meet the new recruits, to many people for him. Ghost was already dressed in his tuxedo, so he was in rush to get ready whatsoever. It's not like new people were insufferable or he was unable to function in a society with people he didn't know, he had to experience the strangers from unknown regions everyday, he just didn't have to coexist with then twenty-four-seven. Its ignorant and inferior to resemble such irrational thoughts... What was a sickly feeling the way he felt about being around the new, but he'd have to subside the uncomfortableness and get over it.

Maybe one will resemble the mutants as I as. His strength was rare indeed, for how many men could fold a car into a box with bare hands and no help from foreign device? He theorized the thought was a waste of space in his brain with him knowing greatly the thought was unlikely, strength like his was rare in genetics.

With a soft groan he picked himself from the floor and stared at himself in a mirror he had placed in his room for the vain reason to look at himself when needed. He looked ok in his own definition, his bangs were combed backwards in a fluffed bump, his suit wrinkle free, and his signature thick rimmed black glasses felt weightless as they sat on the bridge of his nose and both ears. His appearance was approachable. Don't forget to exercise your facial muscles. Sighing he did a huge smile and stared at the reflection. It was completely convincing and looked real no matter how someone looked at it. Keeping the realisticness up he pushed apart his tents curtains and made his way to the Big Top.

Once in the larger tent he looked around at his fellow carnies. He considered them all family, like distant cousins or something, and he knew he'd soon feel the same about the Wanna-Be's. At first he knew it would take him time to adapt to them like he had done with the others, and even though he wouldn't adapt soon he's act like he had, like he was the friendliest like always. Ghost was a friendly enough guy that did like helping around, he was always helping around the circus for fun, so he'd be there for all the New-Be's to help them out.

When entering he kept his smile even though on the inside he was frowning. It wasn't like he hated being here, it's just he had those days when he was happy and others when he just wanted to stay in his tent all day. He didn't feel like talking so he immediately darted towards Lyfe like normally and took his side. "Hello." Is all he said when taking his stand next to Lyfe's right like always. Out of everyone in the circus he felt most comfortable to Lyfe's side, mainly because he was the Ring Master. Besides being the Strong Man he helped out Lyfe a lot for the pleasure of helping. Looking him over he assumed he would be giving a speech to all about the Wanna-Be's joining them, he didn't care to much for the topic but he did like the speeches Lyfe gave once in a while.

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Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Lyfe bit his bottom lips as he buttoned his shirt. His eyes were trained solely on the mirror in front of him, silently critiquing his look. He ran his fingers over his stubbled chin, sighing at how old he looked. He was accustom to being mistaken for a teenager, but when his beard began to grow, he started to look his age. "Almost time for a shave, huh?" He mused, honey gaze shifting to the lazy puff of fur that was resting on his trunk of clothes. Bear looked up at him, cocking his head to the side as Lyfe spoke. "Red or gold bow-tie?" Lyfe asked, turning to the dog. Bear simply stared at him with those big dark eyes. "You're no help," the Ringmaster sighed as he tied the crimson bow-tie around his neck. He was dressed and ready in less than five minutes, clad in his full ringmaster attire. He picked up the fur ball, cradling the pup as if he were a child. "Let's meet our new recruits, shall we?"

Lyfe strolled out of his tent with his top hat and puppy in hand. The ringmaster placed his top hat on his head as he trekked towards the big top. Once inside of the massive tent, Lyfe watched the fresh meat enter shortly after. He decided that he'd wait for them to get settled in and talk to the other carnies before he gave his welcome speech. Pondering and petting bear's fur, Lyfe was pleased to see his companion, Ghost join him in her silent observations.

"Hello," his best friend greeted him.

"Hello, mate," Lyfe smiled, placing his hand on the strong man's shoulder. He studied his face, immediately spotting the discomfort. "It's alright, new blood is good for the circus. You might even like one of them, you never know."



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Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Image"Hello, mate," As he Lyfe spoke he watched him examine him, "Something faux?" Following the question Lyfe entered Ghost's personal bubble by placing a hand on his shoulder, something that was both relaxing and irritating to him, but he allowed the man to rest his hand there without fuss. Physical contact was a usual phenomenon that happened to him, one of his least favorite things, but it all depend on who was touching him. It was manageable though, nothing he couldn't handle and smile to.

"It's alright, new blood is good for the circus. You might even like one of them, you never know." Rolling his head he grinned and did a silent laugh at his facade being seen through, he shouldn't have guessed that all his after all these years would have ever tricked his closet friend in the slightest. "It would all depend on how pleasing they are, they're meaning of entering our home, and other factors I don't even know myself," with him facing Lyfe he did a nonchalant eye roll, "and you've told me something similar to that when I first arrived... I've never really said more than a rough count of a hundred words to most over the years." Slightly shrugging his shoulders he made sure not to bounce Lyfe's hand off in rudeness.

He made eye contact with a few of the new ones and listened as others introduced themselves; he wasn't in a mood to do so. He didn't have the feel to move from his placement and they were close enough to hear, so with opening his mouth he began to speak, "Bonjour à tous, Je suis Saint, et je suis aussi l'homme fort." Using his native tongue he knew most wouldn't understand, but if they did that was great for them. He's introduction had started out with the wrong language by accident, but figuring how foreign it was to most if he left it at that he wouldn't have to speak anymore. Giving them all a smile of friendship and a wave of not honest glee his attention circled it's way back to Lyfe with a sheepish smile, "Bonne? Eh?" Knowing what he said could have been better he knew his friend knew so too. He was already trying to push everyone away with his kindness, because the thought of letting anyone else in was revolting.

Running his hand through his naturally fluffed hair he let out a random huff and turned to completely face Lyfe. "Gold's a good color on you." Telling him so he had reached out to straighten the uneven bow that was causing him great annoyance. He couldn't deal with crocked things like paintings that were a few inches off or when one pants leg was higher than the other, it was just annoying, "it makes your eyes pop." With his continuous he was done with the bow. "But," he began speaking about a new article of clothing, "my favorite part of all is your hat." Saying so he slowly took his hat from his head making sure it was alright and he wasn't pushing any boundaries. "It's like on of your signature things whenever you put on an act, you without a hat is like a polar near without it's seemingly white fur." As he spoke he spun the hat in between two fingers from both hands. Staring at the hat he pondered the thought of placing it on his own head, but came to the realization he was being overly talkative and if he had a word limit for everyday he was coming fairly close to it. Losing what could have possibly been a playful manner he placed Lyfe's hat back on his head like it had been and darted his eyes away from him to stare nowhere of any importance.

His mind had began to fray away from the intent mind set of unhappy when he had been speaking to Lyfe, but when noticed it was like he forced the unhappy back on himself, something he had done a lot throughout the years. Crossing his arms over his chest he watched as more carnies entered the Big Top. Why are people showing up late? He wasn't one that could simply grasp his mind why people were late. He knew what it was and multiply was it could take place, but he himself would never allow himself to not be on time unless someone was dying, but what could have really been wrong with the late ones? We're the busy doing their makeup of some sorts? Shaking his head at his own thoughts he didn't need to waste his brain power on the possible vain doing of others when he could be thinking of slightly more important things like... his mind was lost of importance but that was beside the point to him.

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Character Portrait: Katrine 'Kat' Cohen Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Bo Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Lio

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Bo looked at her watch on the side of the table, "shit I'm late, Lyfe will not be happy." She said pulling her bra to close the clasp in the back, She didn't add the tasseled accessories so it was just the basic blue and purple outfit, it looked less ridiculous that way. The only reason she was wearing it was because it was easiest to put on. She put on some light blue and light purple makeup with faux lashes (also ridiculous ), swallowed her pride and marched over to the mirror in her room. She looked like a half naked girl walking around in a sparkly bra and matching booty shorts. She grumbled to herself as she looked around the room.

She had a blow up mattress on the side of the room covered in multi colored blankets. Alot of the carnie's called her room the gypsy room due to the colors and the fact that blankets in scarves were everywhere. Draped places, on the floor, on everything. She had pillows surrounding the whole tent, big ones, small ones, just layered over each other. She slipped out of her tent, and suddenly wished she was wearing her stilts. Maybe if she was you wouldn't see so much of her. But she pushed that thought away like a big girl and walked over to the tent.

She passed the wanna-be's and shrugged "I'm usually a stilt walker, today I'm a whore," She turned a cocked a smile "I was kidding about the last part."

She saw Ghost and Lyfe and strolled up to them "Hey," She said before kissing both of them on the cheek, which was how she and Jeannie greeted everyone. before strolling away.

She spotted Kat and Lio and rushed over to them, giving them both quick kisses on the cheek "Ok honestly do I look life a tramp? Cuz' I feel as though I look like a tramp, I just was too lazy to put on an intricate costume so early so I out on the less intricate outfit, turns out without the tassels its a stripper outfit," She groaned the last part.She chewed on her opaque white nails "Have you seen my little sister?"

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Character Portrait: Katrine 'Kat' Cohen Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Bo Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Lio

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Lyfe chuckled deeply, sliding his hand from his companion's broad shoulder. He found it utterly amusing that Ghost could be so open with him, yet shut the entire world out. He was flattered, yes, but he did want his friend to branch out and find beauty in people much like he does. However, he didn't force this wish upon Ghost, for he knew that he had to move at his own pace. "I appreciate the effort to communicate, my friend," Lyfe mused. "Although, I do believe your skill could use a bit more...work. It's still the thought that counts. Next time, hit them with a language that they can understand." It were moments like these when Lyfe thought that the strong man was absolutely adorable. He wasn't surprised when the other man began fixing his tie. It was to be expected. He knew about his mild OCD and didn't protest when he tried to fix him up. "I would have worn my gold tie, but Bear wasn't helping me much." He scowled down at the sleeping pup in his arms, shaking his head fondly. He noted the fact that Ghost was rambling, talk more and that realization bought a smile to his face as he watched the man play and comment on his hat. He placed Bear on the ground, waking the little puff ball up and letting him rest against his foot. He didn't say anything, just grinning because he didn't want to ruin Ghost's moment. He glanced at Kat, raising a brow when she told him she'd be back. He simply shrugged, knowing that he could trust her to keep her word.

Sadly, Ghost's chatter was over too soon when he placed Lyfe's top hat back on his head. Lyfe frowned a bit, already missing the talkative side of him. He sighed, "You're face lights up when you absentmindedly chatter, Ghost. It's a glorious sight. You should do it more often and not be afraid to let that side of you show. It's those talkative moments of yours that I look forward to." He gave his strong friend a reassuring smile just as Bo approached them.

"Why hello, beautiful," Lyfe greeted her as she kissed his cheeks. "You're late, but since I'm happy about the new recruits, I'll let it go, love. Don't do it again." He watched her scamper off, smiling as he did. His eyes roamed around the big top, taking in the new faces and noting the late arrivals. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "They're late..." He said with a tinge of annoyance. "The lot of them. I'll give them another ten minutes before I go yanking them out of their tents." He leaned, nonchalantly against the metal barrier, honey orbs taking inventory while his mind organized the evening and his speech. He smirked when Kat arrived with Lio in tow. Lyfe gave her a grateful thumbs up and a charming grin. "Well, there is one less arse I'll have to drag back."

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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: Bo Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Image Looking at Lyfe he noticed that he was smiling, but instead it looked like a frown had been forming without notice. "What's wrong?" He was confused with the fact the his friend was smiling like his normal self. "You're face lights up when you absentmindedly chatter, Ghost. It's a glorious sight. You should do it more often and not be afraid to let that side of you show. It's those talkative moments of yours that I look forward to." A smile of reassurance replaced the frown causing Ghost to give a weary smile himself. "I'll work on it some more for you." Looking over he noticed an approaching Bo.

Watching her pass the Wanna-Be's he could hear her loudish voice travel to his ears. "I'm usually a stilt walker, today I'm a whore," She turned with a joking smile, "I was kidding about the last part." "What a lovely introduction." Mumbling to himself as Bo made her way towards him and Lyfe. She was like most of the other carnies, they all said and did such unladylike things that he disapproved, but never commented on to them even if he wanted to. "Hey." She had said to the both of them, "Bonjour." Was his only reply to her as she kissed his cheek, something he did not want but got use to from knowing her so long. He didnt enjoy kisses or higs much, to much touching, to close as well, but he could deal more with the hugs depending on the person. It was strange still to him to recieve the soft touch of her lips on his cheek. His eyes followed Bo until she left.

Setting his eyes back on Lyfe he listened to what he had to say, "They're late..." Ghost could hear the annoyance in his voice. "The lot of them. I'll give them another ten minutes before I go yanking them out of their tents." The thought made him laugh some, "I'll help you if you need assistants." Feeling like it was his turn to be reassuring he patted him lightly on the back. Once he leaned against the metal he removed his hand. "And why should I change my language for them? If they're lucky they'll learn something from it." Grinning he looked away from Lyfe at all the people in the Big Top trying to picture who was missing, One to many. Sighing he rested his back on the barrier as well.

Thinking about Lyfe's words he squinted his eyes and turned back to face him. "And a glorious sight? Lighting up? I don't agree with your statement. To many errors of my assessment of myself. My thoughts of myself are... nowhere near bright." He had never viewed himself in the longest time ever to be bright, but he liked that Lyfe saw that in him. "I'm pleasured you like hearing me talk though," gazing into his gold flacked eyes he cocked his head to the right, [color=#C0C0C0]"if you like it I'll try to do it more." Ghost didn't like talking to much, but he enjoyed pleasing others and if it pleased his friend he'd attempt to do so. He liked to do things for Lyfe most of all because he helped him out a lot many years ago.

"So... Um," He was going to talk for Lyfe, force himself, something he had been doing throughout his years at the circus. "I can't wait for your speech, I know it'll be good like that always are." What to talk about? "I only wished they'd be another strong person, someone for me to work with," with a smirk he shuck his head, "but I already know the unlikely hood of that."

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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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Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Alania "Risque" Silverkin Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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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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Character Portrait: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Damia smiled and nodded to certain people as she passed by them, through he mind was else where. She was trying to mentally go over all of the new tricks she wanted to teach Simon and Feral before the end of the night, she was partly thinking about holding a little after show for everyone, but she was feeling rather lazy today. Most the time through, she didn't have to ask people to come watch her practice, they just showed up on their own. She nearly laughed aloud as she heard Lyfe talking about going around the pull people out of their tents. It's a good thing I woke up when I did. She mused, walking up to Lyfe and Ghost and the little crowd they had gathered around them.

In an instant, Ceil was off of Damia's shoulder and lunging through the air until he landed on Lyfe's shoulder. The cat gave a grunt of effort before climbing up the rest of the way and leaning over the lick the man's nose. Feral scurried over to Ghost and quickly walked a few circles around him before standing up on her hind legs and trying to give him a hug. "Claws in! Feral do not scratch that man!" Damia snapped stepping forward to try and pull the tiger away. The animal made a whine of protest and quickly leaned in to place a large wet lick upon Ghost's face before Damia could pull her away. Simon sprawled out on the ground in front all of them, watching everything take place while yawning."Nous avons dépassé cela! Vous ne pouvez pas l'embrasser!" She scolded the tiger lightly before leaning over to snatch Ceil back off of Lyfe's shoulder. She set the smaller tiger on Simon's head before turning to the two men, a sheepish smile spreading over her face. "Sorry Lyfe, Ghost." She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Ghost so he could whip off his face.

"Malu! Seneb! Stop!" Damia stopped her apologizes and turned around slightly, catching sight of the two fully grown Lions bounding towards Ricket like he was Santa on Christmas. She tilted her head ever so slightly in amusement before turning back towards Lyfe and Ghost with a small grin on her face. "I guess it could have been worse. They could have tackled you." She chuckled while Simon looked around, clearly looking for the one person he would run up too and try to hug. Damia knew who the tiger was looking for, and tried to stop him as quickly as possible. "Ecoutez ici monsieur, n'avez-vous pas fuir, je vais-" Simon suddenly hopped to his feet, Ceil was still sitting on his head, and quickly ran off towards Florence. The girl with the fear of large animals was in fact the only other person other than Damia that could get Simon to jump up and try to hug her. Damia let out a groan of defeat while putting a hand over her face. "Bloody beast," She mumbled under her breath before turning back towards Ghost and Lyfe only to see the two of them go different ways.

She frowned slightly while turning towards Ghost who was now sitting on the ground with his back to the wall and his hands in his hair. She shooed Feral away before approaching the seemingly frustrated man and kneeling in front of him. "Are you okay?" She asked gently, talking rather quiet in fear that he had a headache from most likely drinking too much the night before. Despite what some may think, Damia was actually a really caring person, even if she was withdrawn from others, she didn't like to see them in pain of any kind.

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Character Portrait: Micel "Cloverdew Silversun" Tanil Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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ImageAs he sat there he noticed Damia walk in with Ceil and Feral, Such lovely animals. He noticed her wave in his direction and not sure who it was to he gave a small wave back. As she came near he witnessed Ceil jump on to Lyfe and Feral start coming towards him. Jumping from the ground he had a stance waiting for the large animal to charge. He wasn't afraid knowing Feral was friendly. When the creature reached him she stood on her back legs, . "Claws in! Feral do not scratch that man!" Feral grunted as if she were talking back to Damia and ended up hugging him and giving him a wet sloppy kiss across the face. "Mon genre préféré de baiser!" He started to rub quickly across the big cats head before Damia pulled her away. ""Nous avons dépassé cela! Vous ne pouvez pas l'embrasser!" Ghost couldn't help but laugh at the situation, maybe he didn't need to be alone, just a good laugh from an unexpected tiger. ""Non, non, non! Il me baiser est très bien, pas besoin de gronder!" Using his hand he tried to wipe away as much tiger salvia away as he could why he continued in his now jolly type mood. "Sorry Lyfe, Ghost." The apology was so not need, he was actually white happy it happened. The situation had helped him clear his mind if his mixed emotions.

"Malu! Seneb! Stop!" Looking towards the voice he noticed Clover's lions going after Ricket, More feline trouble. As he laughter got a little louder than wanted he put his hand over his mouth, What a day. "I guess it could have been worse. They could have tackled you." Ghost nodded his head in agreeing, "Feral could have decided to tear me to shreds!" He joked of course, if needed he could have killed the tiger simply with his strength, but it wasn't something he had ever planned on doing. It just seemed like the cats were over joyed today, maybe because their was new blood floating around they didn't know. They seemed to have calmed down, but without warning he watched one race off towards the direction of Florence.

With a breath his mood swiftly changed back to it's frustration. With a shake of his head he took his seat back against the wall to watch the lighthearted chaos that was going on around them. At least the feeling left for a small amount of time. Playing with his hair again he looked up to she Damia approaching. With her kneeling down in front of her she spoke, "Are you okay?" With a half smile he nodded for a yes. "Just a little confused today." He didn't know how to explain the confusion he felt was it a small amount of jealousy that someone talked to Lyfe? "No need to fret." It made him feel better that she cared though, it reminded him that the circus was his family and he might not be with them all the time he was never truly alone. Glancing up at Lyfe he quickly looked back to Damia so no one would notice and all it took to make him smile was glancing at Lyfe, "I'm perfectly fine, Damia, thank you for caring." With her talking to him he dropped his hand to his side with the feeling of a small amount of relief.

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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: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Axel Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Jennie Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Damia couldn't help but smile at how both Ghost and Lyfe reacted and she was actually glad that ghost spoke french around her, she always relished in the moments that she could listen to him speak french, it made her feel more relaxed than she had been all morning, through his happiness's seemed short lived as she slide back down to the ground. Damia looked around for a moment, she spotted Simon and Ceil were with Florence, and Feral and sitting calmly near by so she had a few minuets to try and coax the truth out of him. Damia readjusted herself so her knees were drawn together and resting on the ground as she leaned closer to him. "Vous êtes un menteur horrible." She spoke quietly, even if anyone heard her they wouldn't understand what she said. The thing people often forgot about Damia was that barely anything slipped by her, so of course she didn't miss the looked he sent towards the now retreating Lyfe nor the small smile that played on his lips.

She sighed quietly, and hesitated for a split second, she could remember all of the times she had sat down in her tent and pulled on her own hair the way he was, most the time she did it because of a horrible headache or a bad hang over, other times it was just because of stress. At the moment, she couldn't tell which it was for him, but she could remember wishing there had been someone there to massage her aching head for her. Hesitantly Damia reached up and pressed her fingers to both of him temples, and carefully applied pressure. Few knew that as a side job she was a masseuse, it was a miner job that paid under the table money, but she was good at what she did, so she put the few short lessons she had to work and carefully rubbed his head, trying to work all of the tension that was building up out before he got too upset.

"Je me soucie de tout le monde..." Her hands moved from his head to his shoulders, gently trying to work the stiffness out of his muscles, if she were behind him, she would try to rub the back of his neck, but that would be kind of hard from where she was and where he was. "S'il vous plaît ne soyez pas si contrarié, amour, Lyfe ne serait pas heureux de te voir comme ça." She gave his shoulders one more squeeze before pushing herself back up to her feet and offering him a hand, a small smile pulled at her lips. "Venez, nous devons accueillir le nouveau sang." She spoke in french most of the time she was around Ghost, and mostly it was because she enjoyed being able to talk in french and then not having to repeat herself.

Meanwhile, Simon attacked Florence with kisses while purring loudly, after a minute, Ceil climbed up and licked the girl's nose, it seemed he did that with anyone he liked, before shaking his head back and forth and sticking out his tongue, at Jeannie and Axel in a playful manner. After Florence got up, Simon followed her like a lost puppy, making small whining sounds in the back of his throat.

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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ImageLooking up he acknowledged what Lyfe had said causing him to barely smile, happy they'd be spending time together. As he walked away his presences was replaced. "Vous êtes un menteur horrible." He chuckled at her seeing through him, it was obvious by the way he was acting. Sometimes he didn't have the energy to be happy and bouncy all the time like everyone else, sometimes the acting drained him. There was no point in pretending now to her, but at least it was like they had their own little language where no one else knew what they speaking about. He loved to hear others speaking French, he wasn't quite comfortable with anyone besides Lyfe, but he was less cold to her in terms, probably because she knew French as well. With a deep breath he responded, "Eh bien, je suis juste perplexe et ayant une bascule bipolaire." He honestly didn't know what to say to the girl, mainly because he didn't even know what was completely wrong himself.

"Quoi?"" Questioning so as she got on both knees and stared at him. He wasn't sure why she just sat there looking, so he met her gaze. As he did so he still played with his hair until Damia took over. He was speechless by her action as she began massaging his head like she did, and even more surprised by how good it felt. As she moved towards his temples he shut his eyes feeling relaxed. "Je me soucie de tout le monde..." He nodded his head to her words as her hands then moved to his shoulders to relax thought muscles as well. He was somewhat shocked he was allowing her to be so close, but he knew the reason, to please Lyfe, he would be friendlier; he also didn't mind because it felt good to him. It was strange to hear the word care from someone though, he just didn't talk enough to anyone to hear it he guessed.

"S'il vous plaît ne soyez pas si contrarié, amour, Lyfe ne serait pas heureux de te voir comme ça." He slightly scuffed, "Ici parler aux autres, alors pourquoi serait-il soins-" With his eyes flying open at the jealous hint he smiled to try brushing away the words to her, maybe she hasn't caught the sharpness. He acted causal as if what he had said didn't upset him anymore, Idiot.

"Come, we must welcome the new blood." Maybe she didn't notice." He still had no interest in meeting them. His eyes slowly floated back to Lyfe, But he'd want you too. "Sounds good." Hoping their secret conversation was over he went back to English trying his best to seem warm and bright. "And thank you for trying to make me feel better." He wasn't positive what to do from there though with him being along the lines of antisocial. The girl was sweeter than he had imagined, he'd spoken to her some but not like this, he enjoyed it more than he thought he would have.

Looking from her he watched the lions that were no longer roaming, but were cuddling around Lyfe, he wondered why his eyes always ended settling on him causing him to look at the ground at stare at different colored fabric and dirt. As he sat there his mouth started running without his brains control, "Si je devais jamais vous dire tout ce que vous voulez garder un secret, non?"

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Amelia "Florence" Luna Greyhe Character Portrait: Axel Character Portrait: Katrine 'Kat' Cohen Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Tomo Character Portrait: Felix Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Chalice

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Liu bit his lip lightly as he ran his fingers through his short, dark brown hair, fixing it so that it covered his right eye properly before continuing on passed the gates of the circus. He glanced at the clown who handed him a flyer, looking down at it quietly. I wonder if they'll agree to letting me be a fire breather or not. If not then I'll find another circus who will or I'll find another way to become one, he thought to himself quietly as he followed the others towards the big top.

He entered the big top and looked around quietly, slipping his hand into the pocket of his black skinny jeans that hugged his legs tightly, letting his fingers curl around his lighter. He pulled the lighter out and lit it before letting it go out, only to repeat the process over and over as he stood in front of the current members of the circus. His eyes wandered over to the ringmaster and watched him interact with another member. He never really got close to most people after his kidnapping and preferred it that way, not trusting people very much since then.

He let out a soft sigh and sat down to the side. "I'm Liu Jiao," he said, introducing himself, quietly - but loud enough to be heard by all. He then turned his attention back to his lighter, nervous and in need of the calming affects that it gave him. He stared into the flame silently, occasionally glancing up to see if he was getting weird looks as he normally would from other people about his habit. He knew he would have to explain eventually if he stayed, but he didn't want to tell everyone. He might just tell the ringmaster and ignore when others asked, or complained about the dangers of a lighter around tents and other flammable objects.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Tomo Character Portrait: Liu Jiao -[Pheonix]- Character Portrait: Felix Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Chalice

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After deeming the lion problem fixed, Lyfe rubbed his stubble, sighing in relief. He then made his way to the center of the big top, clearing his throat.

“May I have your attention please?” He said, loudly. His deep voice bounced off of the walls and he smiled brilliantly at the carnies and wanna-be’s alike. He clapped his hands together, “Ladies and gentlemen! Carnies and Fresh Meat!” He chuckled playfully. “Welcome one and all. I am your humble ringmaster; Lyfe.” He did a formal bow. “First off, I’d like to say that it’s a pleasure to see so many bright young faces. Here, in this circus, this won’t only be your job, this will be your home and we won’t just be your co-workers, we will be your family. I built this circus to be a home for the homeless and a hope for the hopeless. During your time here, your skills will be put to the test and I expect you to perform at your best and nothing less. I want you to keep in mind that circus life is not just fun and games, but hard work and dedication, as well. We may be a family, but we are still a business. Each of you has your own talent and whilst in the circus, I will be here to help you hone your abilities and push yourself to be greater than you’d ever imagine. We are here to enchant the audience while doing something we love.”

He grinned at them slyly, “And having a few fans has its perks, if I do say so myself. You, my little New Bloods, are merely at step one of your journey. Ask any of the other carnies, they’d tell you that none of it was easy. We all have a story here; be it complex or simply, but in this place, your past will not define you. You are reborn. Feel free to mingle and get to know the carnies, for they will be your guides throughout this venture.” His gaze shifted to Ricket and Shiloh, “These two, will show you to your tents and if you have any questions, my ears are always open and so are carnie’s in here. I wish you all luck and I am eagerly waiting to see what you’ve got to offer. Welcome to the circus, loves.” With that, Lyfe took a bow and walked away, making his way to Ghost, standing beside him and beaming. “How was I, mate? Your opinion matters most to me, so give it to me straight.”

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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"Ici parler aux autres, alors pourquoi serait-il soins-" She tilted her head slightly as she slowly thought this through. She did pick up on the sharpness in his tone and the tension that came back so quickly. When Damia was younger, people often thought she would would make a brilliant police officer, she was great a picking up on the littlest things and being so observant. Too bad she would never be how her parents wanted her to be, instead of growing up to be some brilliant police officer and instead of going to college, she chose to join a circus. Through it was a brilliant life with a huge, happy family, it was surprisingly lonely, at least, for someone like her, it was. "And thank you for trying to make me feel better." Damia blinked and looked back down towards Ghost, his voice having pulled her from her darker thoughts. had she really made him feel better? Well no, but she had tired, it was the thought that counted...right? She often found herself so closed off from human contact that she didn't know what counted anymore, and she never would if she didn't start re-connecting with people, maybe she shouldn't be so uptight about the new people coming in, maybe she should be happier...No, I don't know any of them, I wont trust any of them... She let out a frustrated sigh before shaking her head and trying to focus on the man in front of her.

Silently she watched him watch Lyfe, and in an instant, the puzzle clicked. She made a strange sound in the back of her throat before nodding in a understanding way. "Si je devais jamais vous dire tout ce que vous voulez garder un secret, non?" She rocked back onto her heels for a moment, thoughts reeling. Could she be trusted with someone's secret? Could someone really want to rely on her like that? Would be able able to help another person? Yes. Who would she tell anyone? Ghost was the first person she had actually sat down and had a conversation with in months, she didn't have anyone to run off and tell his secrets to, and even if she did, what was the point? If she told someone, she would lose his trust and just end up hurting them. Yes, she was most likely the best person he could talk to, because she was the most alone person here.

Silently, Damia knelt back down in front of Ghost, her head titled to the side ever so slightly as she seemed lost in her thoughts. Finally, her eyes seemed to come back into focus and she leaned forward slightly, so she could still talk in her normal quiet tone and he would be able to hear her. "Tout le monde me voit comme cette petite chose étrange et calme. Ce ne sont que d'un côté de moi que je ressens est nécessaire de montrer puisque personne d'autre ne semble être leur montrer." She let out a quiet sigh and bit her lip. It was true even in the circus everyone viewed her as the strange quiet one, even if others were just as quiet as she was, it seemed that it was to be forever her title. "En vérité, je me tais, et plutôt étrange, je suppose, mais je suis aussi fidèle." She strange her position so her knees were resting side by side once more. Part of her wanted to try and work the tension out of his shoulders again, but she would just try and do that later if he didn't mind. "Je vais garder vos secrets." She smiled a small smile for him. Damia honestly enjoyed being able to speak french with someone else, even if someone else came over and tried to catch what they were saying, they wouldn't have a clue. Damia turned slightly as Lyfe's voice filled the air around them, it seemed his speech had begun and ended, and now he was standing beside the two of them. “How was I, mate? Your opinion matters most to me, so give it to me straight.” Damia smiled at Ghost but stayed kneeling on the ground, Simon and Ceil joining Feral behind her and pawing playfully at each other.

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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: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Image"Tout le monde me voit comme cette petite chose étrange et calme. Ce ne sont que d'un côté de moi que je ressens est nécessaire de montrer puisque personne d'autre ne semble être leur montrer." He looked at the petite little girl with a small smirk. It was odd to him she had said that, she seemed so unpresumptuous to him. "Eh bien, je vous remercie de m'avoir montré ce côté-" His voice cut out abruptly when he noticed that Lyfe was making his way to the center of the Big Top. Knowing he was about to give his speech he wanted to give him his full attention, but he couldn't be rude so he gave her one ear while his eye and other ear were occupied.

"En vérité, je me tais, et plutôt étrange, je suppose, mais je suis aussi fidèle." He shuck his head no softly. "Um.... Vous ne semblez pas étrange pour moi, vous avez juste vos moments de calme." Ghost tried his best to concentrate on the both, but it wasn't the easiest task to listen to one and converse with another; he'd try. As Lyfe spoke he maintained all his cherished qualities. He was charming, yet assertive, but also humble. The topic still wasn't his favorite, but at least their family was growing and Lyfe seemed passionate causing Ghost to simper.

"Je vais garder vos secrets." The last line she spoke was the same time Lyfe had finished, allowing all his senses to go towards her. "Eh bien, je-" Arriving over to them after the speech was Lyfe, Was I even going to tell her anything anyways? If he were to talk it would have been about his friend to begin with, but what would he have said? Nothing to important he knew at the least. Standing up he used his right index finger to push his glasses to fit back on his nose. “How was I, mate? Your opinion matters most to me, so give it to me straight.” With a tiny smile he rolled his eyes at Lyfe, "It was wonderful like I knew it would be, your speeches are always good." With him around Ghost completely let himself relax around him, calming. My opinion matters most... Not quite understanding why he didn't mention anything about it, nothing he ever had to say really mattered.

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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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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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ImageAt his compliment he loved the smile that grew across Lyfe's face. "Thank you, my friend," "No need to thank me, it's just a fact." As he sat he sighed and relaxed his head on his knees that had been pulled to his chest. Through the space of his knees he could see the small Damia begin risen to her feet by the help of Lyfe. He couldn't see their faces, but by the words they were saying he could imagine the rest of their body language and their feet positioned helped. Ghost could tell Lyfe was being charming, like always, and probably had kissed her hand by now.

"Sadly, I must part to mingle with the Fresh Meat," hearing so maybe him let out another sigh, Be positive about this! He tried to force himself to think. "Ghost," at his name he popped up his head to see what Lyfe had to say, "I owe you a drink and Damia you may join us if you please. Cheers." As Lyfe walked away he couldn't help but glare at Damia as his relaxation walked away to mingle. Alone time has been invaded. Letting his facial expression soften he beheld hesitation at the tiger tamer thinking if he would follow through with his outrages thought. "Si je deviens terne, ennuyeux, ou de commencer à drainer la vie de mon être, vous devez me faire connaître un peu." He assumed what he was saying didn't quite make any sense to her yet, but shortly it would. "En ce moment j'ai besoin d'un ami ..... ce n'est pas un secret avant droite, mais peut-être un jour vous allez lire entre les lignes." Giving her a wink he hooked arms with her, pulling her towards the Wanna-Be's that weren't occupied by Lyfe.

"Bonjour to all!" At the moment he was imagining himself putting on a performance. When he was loud and bold making the fans cheer to see his act, "I am Ghost, the Strong Man!" His first introduction had been colorless and French, meaning he needed a new one. Beaming to all of them without losing his casting gaze amongst them he spoke to Damia, "Bon, non?" He knew he was doing good, he did this for all his performances. Upbeat unlike his usual self. He liked the fake him at times through, he brought joy to others, which is all he could ever ask for. He never really cared about his own feelings, but the feelings of the ones around him. Ghost had always wished he could say 'I joined the circus to make others happy', but he had joined for other circumstances that he had no intentions of sharing ever again. The only one that had known was Lyfe, and that's why Ghost felt like he had some connection with him, because he knew so much.

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Damia was happy as she watched their exchange, it was clear to see how much happier Ghost was around Lyfe, and it actually made her smile. "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," Damia blinked her eyes back into focus and took Lyfe's offered hand so she could rise to her full height, which wasn't very high. "Hello, my untamed star." Damia offered a pleasant smile as he kissed her hand gently. "It's quite alright Lyfe." She replied politely and was very aware of Ghost's gaze. "Sadly, I must part to mingle with the Fresh Meat," Damia nodded in understanding but stayed silent. "Ghost, I owe you a drink and Damia you may join us if you please. Cheers." She replied with a small 'hm' from the back of her throat as he walked away. "Si je deviens terne, ennuyeux, ou de commencer à drainer la vie de mon être, vous devez me faire connaître un peu." Damia turned back towards Ghost and tilted her head to the side in slight confusion. "En ce moment j'ai besoin d'un ami ..... ce n'est pas un secret avant droite, mais peut-être un jour vous allez lire entre les lignes." her eye visibly twitched as he hooked arms with her and started to lead her towards the new blood. It seemed none of them would get much peace around here with all of these Wanna-Be's and all of the help they'll need along the way. Lyfe had not been lying when he said it wouldn't be easy.

"Bonjour to all!" Damia followed Ghost's act in front of the Wanna-Be's, and also pretended like she was up on the stage once more, addressing the many fan's that would be sitting in the stands, watching, clapping, cheering. "I am Ghost, the Strong Man!" Damia couldn't help but smile at his booming voice, it actually made her relax a bit more under the Wanna-Be's gaze. "Bon, non?" She chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Oui, brillant comme toujours," She glanced up at him and then back towards the Wanna-Be's a sudden thought coming to her. "Puis-je ajouter, en prenant un verre avec vous deux sons amusants, malheureusement, j'ai d'autres choses à prendre soin de ce soir. Peut-être que vous pourriez avoir du plaisir pour nous deux? Oui?" She smiled slyly at Ghost before stepping forward slightly, through she did not break the hold on his arm, she did rise her other hand. "Bonjour my darlings!" Her voice rang out as strong and loud as Ghost's had, through it was clearly more feminine. "I am Damia Astre, the Tiger Tamer!" With a snap of her fingers, Feral and Simon suddenly ran at each other from either side of them tent, clearing a path as they went, and then, right before they would have collided, Feral jumped right over Simon, did a graceful twist in the air, and then landed perfectly on her feet.

The tiger purred loudly while walking up to Ghost and rubbing on his legs, as if she was asking if she had done a good job, while Simon slowed to a stop and puffed out his chest proudly before walking back over to Damia's side. Ceil still sat on Simon's head, through the smallest tiger was asleep now. Damia stepped back beside Ghost and offered everyone a dazzling smile while speaking to the taller man. "Tu me dois un verre à travers.." She grinned up a Ghost before offering everyone that had been watching a small bow. "Si vous avez besoin d'un ami, vous en avez un." Damia's smile turned from dazzling to genuine in a heartbeat as she turned to look at Ghost completly before reaching out to pat Simon's head.

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Character Portrait: Ricket Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Tomo Character Portrait: Elena "Chalice" Synclair Character Portrait: Liu Jiao -[Pheonix]- Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Chalice's attention turned to the handsome man as he strolled to the center of the big top and addressed everyone. His smooth voice reverberated off the tent walls as he called them to attention. He started his eloquent speech, and she hung on every word. As he introduced himself as the ringmaster, her earlier speculation had been confirmed. Lyfe explained that the circus would be a home, and they would be her family, and a smile lit up her face. She hung on his every word, and by the end of the speech, she was absolutely giddy. She felt like a little kid on their first day of school. This was better than she could ever hope, this circus had exceeded her expectations.

"Hello, hello, hello." Lyfe approached the the newcomers, and Chalice turned to face him. "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." Hm, her life story? That wouldn't be something she would divulge just yet. Well, at least not the specifics. Seeing no one else pipe up yet, she decided to go ahead and introduce herself. "My stage name is Chalice, and I do both aerial silks and knife throwing." She tucked a few stray curls behind her ear as she continued. "It must seem weird that I have two completely different talents, but both my parents used to be circus performers and they taught me a few things." She smiled sincerely at Lyfe. "I'm sorry, but that's all I'll say about my 'story' for now." A booming voice drew her attention over to a duo who seemed to be putting on a little show. She watched as the tigers performed a trick, and she recognized the trainer as Damia Astre, who had introduced herself before.

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant

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Image"Oui, brillant comme toujours," Her words made him feel good about what he was doing. Ghost was just trying to impress the Wanna-Be's for whatever reason it was, he wanted to be liked and let them know he expected them even though some of the others may not. He hasn't realized until now that even though he wasn't very open that they would never know, meaning if he wanted to make someone think he was more friendly it would be best to talk to one of them, but that's not really what he wanted. It was time for him to open up more, but the didn't deserve the openness, the old carnies did for being around him so long, but he couldn't just open up like that to all of them so soon. I'll start with you small tamer. He thought to himself about Damia, she seemed kind and tried to help him. He didn't trust her all that well, but if he couldn't talk to the one he wanted to she would make a good second for him. "Puis-je ajouter, en prenant un verre avec vous deux sons amusants, malheureusement, j'ai d'autres choses à prendre soin de ce soir. Peut-être que vous pourriez avoir du plaisir pour nous deux? Oui?" When finishing he couldn't help but smirk at her slyness, What does she have up her sleeve?. He let his curiosity run as he tried to figure out as he nodded to her not being able to join, which he was happy to hear. He liked know he would have his friend all to himself with out the distractions of others the way he liked it.

"Bonjour my darlings!" The girls voice was bigger than she was as she spoke to the Wanna-Be's. "I am Damia Astre, the Tiger Tamer!" Hearing her snap he looked behind him knowing it had something to do with the tigers. Being right he watched Feral and Simon start running from each sides of the room at a good pace and right before the would have smashed into each other Feral did a beautiful leap over Simon. She's trained them so well. Keeping locked he managed to clap for the small show he witnesses as the large cats made there way over to them. "You did extremely well Simon." As the creature rubbed his leg he couldn't help but pet the top of it's head feeling the softness of it's fur. He didn't have to have the new bloods on view to know the had liked the small taste of Damia's show, she had trained her tigers so well and always had then doing amazing things during their performances.

"Tu me dois un verre à travers.." "Oh mon doux petit bien sûr, je vous dois un verre. Je vous dois plus que vous comprenez." Taking her chin in her hands he kissed her cheek lightly. The small girl was helping him forget about how he was suppose to stay in his shell, she was sweet and wished he had talked to her sooner. These new bloods having me showing to many sides today. So far he had done a lot of talking to another carny because of these new bloods, maybe they weren't so bad after all. "Si vous avez besoin d'un ami, vous en avez un." With those words he was happy. Putting his arms around her he squeezed her gently in a hug then pulled back to look at her genuine smile that made her whole face light up. "Et je suis ton ami, et si la chance que notre amitié fleuriront magnifiquement." For second he believe his own words. He didn't find himself all that great for someone to want to be friends with for a long time, but he'd try. He would try to know her better and trust her if he could, if trusting others was still even possible for the man.