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Dᴏᴡɴ Tʜᴇ Hᴀᴛᴄʜ Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ A Sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ [/center]

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→ [b]Name:[/b] [i]Priscilla Isabel Rodriguez[/i]

→ [b]Age:[/b] [i]25[/i]

→ [b]Gender:[/b] [i]Female[/i]

→ [b]Abilities/Magic:[/b] [i]Sword swallowing. (Magic to be discovered)[/i]

→ [b]Personality:[/b] [i]Flirtatious. Independent. Quirky. Easy Going. Sarcastic. Free Spirited.[/i]

→ [b]Reason & Biography:[/b] [i]Priscilla "The Pincushion" Rodriguez grew up in a very traditional Dominican household in the Bronx, NY. Her father a strong business man, and her mother a housewife and stay at home mom, to Priscilla and her 5 older brothers. Cici was always a bit of the black sheep of her family, enjoying the morbid and macabre scene. Her parents on the other hand weren't too approving of Cici's ways, but tried to teach the woman to be independent and strong woman regardless of their own opinions.

After struggling through high school and her first semester of college, Cici finally spoke to her parents seriously, "Mami, Papi.. I'm different than what you expected this princess to be. I need to go and spread my wings and find out where I fit in in this world." The words stung, but both her parents agreed, a happy and strange daughter was always better than a miserable and perfect one. They wished her luck on her journey, and hoped that their daughter would find happiness.

In a year on her own Priscilla had learned the ability of sword swallowing, and dabbled in fire eating here and there. There was something about the danger of sharp metal sliding down your throat that made the girl appreciate life just a little bit more. The scene she was involved in was bit on the risky and odd side, but they were her new family none the less. Cici began to have a see saw effect of polar opposites of lifestyles. One month she would be spending thousands of dollars on bottles, drugs, and other activities in the club, the next she would be wrapped in newspaper next to the dumpster. 

One morning with the taste of stale vomit upon her lips, Priscilla woke up on an unfamiliar couch with a ticket shoved in her hand. Turning it over and over she examined it and wondered if someone had saw her party trick that night and was interested in giving her a steady job. Without much hesitation she took the bus and found herself in front of Cirque de Noir. 

Her life would soon begin.[/i]