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Birth Name
Aurelia (Rel) Lunel

Stage Name
Aura La Luna

In Service To The Circus Since
August 14, 1758

Her Act
Rel is a daring tightrope walker. Without the use of a net she walks the wire pathway from one side of the big top to the next. Of course, what the audience doesn't realize is that she has a handicap. With gravity pinpoint and minor telekinesis that is no way from her to fall.

Compulsion
She cannot have a verbal conversation with people outside of the circus. She can greet and give verbal acknowledgement of civilians but cannot carry on any kind of conversation with them.

Reason She Joined the Circus.
As Rel aged she realized that she had a affiliation for telekinesis. Able to move small objects such as cups and jewelry, she made her life a little easier entering into a new marriage at a young age; common for the time. Unfortunately, not everyone shared her indifference to her power. Upon seeing his new wife make a cup fly off the table and into her hand while washing dishes, he sold her out and she was believed to be a daemon impersonating the real Aurelia Lunel. On the run as an outcast Rel ran into The Ringleader, she told him that she wished for a way out, and he granted it.

Biography
Aurelia came from a small farming family. She spent her days cleaning up after animals, and tending to the fields. Being the only child to her parents, Rel was given to marriage as soon as she became of age. What no one realized was that she could move things with her mind, and they didn't like it. The young lady's quiet, simple, life became harsh. She was forced out of her home after her husband called her a daemon and tried to kill her. Running home to her parents didn't give her peace either as they had heard of her powers and cast her away as well.

She ran into the forest, away from people. Rel was alone for so long, running and stealing and fighting to stay alive. The young woman was on her way to a new town when she had run into The Ringleader and they signed their deal.

Her Connection
Rel enjoys deep conversation, thus when she takes an interest in a particular individual she wants to know about their lives. Most of the time, it's the newest member. Octus is one of her focuses. The woman initiates conversation with the man, and his curiosity makes the best conversations sometimes.

Audition
In the darkness a deep voice echoed through the big top, announcing Aura La Luna. Her name gave me nothing to go off of in terms of what she could do, however my eyes quickly lit up as the spot light hit the far right corner of the tent. A petite woman with mid length, brown hair stood atop a small platform a mid thigh light colored dress with tights underneath. She smiled and gave a full arm wave towards the crowd before stepping on what at first looked like nothing at all. My stomach jumped into my throat as the realization that she was walking on something that seemed too small for my eyes to see. How could someone, never mind a woman, appear to almost walk on air. My mouth and eyes opening limply as she wobbled around the half way point. People around me were silent, all waited to see the woman fall to her death. Entranced by the sight, we stood as one unit as Aura La Luna reached the other side to cheer, however, it wasn't over.

Pulling off a sash from around her waist, the performer tied it around her eyes. Many around me started to chatter about what she was up to, but I didn't take my eyes off the woman. Without hesitation Aura La Luna stepped backwards and began her journey back to the first platform. Seeing her starting to wobble again I stood, my whole body needed to watch her. Before I could take a ragged breath in she slipped. My throat tightened and I couldn't breathe, only watch as the tightrope walker leaned too far sideways threatening to fall. Within the next moment the girl had swung herself around the wire and regained balance, now facing forward; continuing until she reached the platform, no longer wobbling as her feet step back onto the wood of the platform. I hear a roar from the crowd, and I can't decide who is louder, me or everyone else. She reties the sash around her waist as a cloth swings by, and the woman grasps it, using it to get to ground and walking to center stage to give two full arm waves and a bow before the lights go out again. The weight is lifted off my chest, my throat loosens giving me air again, my stomach returns to its place in my body as I release my excitement, and take my place again awaiting the next act.

Jessica Belle Adams

Jezzabell, the lion tamer



A member since around three years ago, contracted on December 31st 2014

Jessica is a pale girl, standing at a petite 5’3” with a slender body and a large chest. She has her blonde hair cut into a straight bob with bangs to frame her soft face. Jezz often wears heavy stage makeup, including rosy cheeks and thick eyeliner to make her wide bright green eyes even more noticeable. Without makeup, her face still has a naturally pinkish tint to her cheeks and lips, with a small narrow nose and chin. When not in her stage outfit (see above), she often wears a long sleeve flowy white off shoulder shirt and jean shorts with knee high black boots.

~The Act~
As her stage name suggests, Jessica or “Jezz” is a lion tamer.
Her main power is the ability to converse with and manipulate animals, especially felines. Much like a siren, she can convince most animals to fight for her. Currently the animals of the circus are under her manipulation, but the one who is most loyal is her lion, Apollo.
Jezza also bears a golden whip. The whip will strike fire wherever the end touches. The whip is immune to physical attacks, and can only be damaged by magic or magically infused weapons such as itself.
Jezza’s compulsion she has sworn to is to never fall in love. She must avoid all relationships, even friendships with males is something she strays away from.

~Biography~
Jessica came from a fairly well-off family who restricted themselves to the mountains. She had no friends when she was little, her mother was always in the mirror and her father was always on business trips. The only one who she could talk to was her older brother, James.
James was the only parental figure and friend Jessica could rely on. He fed her, played with her, talked to her. Jessica loved him dearly, and was always by his side.
However, James was in with a bad crowd, or rather— the circus. She was curious as to where he was going every night, so Jessica followed him silently through the dark streets. She hid behind a building and watched in frightened awe as he and a couple of people she hadn’t recognized defeated this monstrous figure, a daemon. But, this one was special, where there were two who fought together. The second daemon has clutched the girl and held her hostage, James going into a panic. With his erratic moves he had saved his sister and vanquished the demon, but he had faced death. Jessica was of course hysterical. It was her fault. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t!
The young girl returned with the other two members to the circus, and made a deal with the ring leader to bring back her brother’s soul. For as long as she held the contract and stayed alive, James would live happily and without memory of his days in the circus. The only catch was he would not remember Jessica either.

~Why would she join?~
Jezza joined the circus in order to revive her late brother, James. She devoted her soul to the circus just so he could live, even if he didn’t even know who she was anymore.

~A Connection~
James used to be one of the main leaders of the hunts when he was a part of the circus, and was a well respected member. Everyone knew him. Because she had taken his place, Jessica is now one of the top hunters in the circus. She knew that this was something her brother cared about, so now she does her best to fight in his stead.

~The Audition~
The tent was warm and cramped as you wade your way inside through the throng of people attempting to get a better look at the two figures in the center of the stage. Unlike the other tents, this one was not so happy go lucky. There was a stiff, suffocating tense feeling that hung low in the air. People were nervous, nipping their nails and holding their breaths.
You have to squint in the dim lighting to see exactly what was stirring such strange emotions among the circus goers. In the ring was a girl, slender and of no great stature wrapped up in red, white and gold. She was fairly pretty, but her face was blunt and almost harsh. The second in the ring was something much more frightening. It was the largest lion you had ever seen, so large it towered above the girl only a few feet away. It’s mane was golden and long, and it’s fangs were critically sharp.
A sick feeling wells in you heart as you clench your fists in anticipation, licking your lips with worry. The only one who didn’t appear frightened was the blonde girl who stood beside the beast itself.
Slowly, the girl raised her arm, you noticing the long white whip that it held. ”Yah!” The whip cracked down and everyone simultaneously gasped as flame bursted off the sandy ground, the lion leaping to the side with its powerful muscles. ”Hyah!” The whip cracked down again, the lion leaping over the girl to the other side of her, gradually circling her with low growls.
Rings dropped from above and sprouted from the ground out of seemingly no where. The tamer took the whip’s rope and tugged tight, before slashing it back out at a ring by the lion. Right on cue the lion bounded through the now flaming circle, majestically landing before leaping again as the whip cracked another, and another. Soon every ring was crackling with bright flames, illuminating the entire tent and making sweat drip off the viewers faces.
The rings fell from the top into a line on the floor, the tamer readying herself. With a snap of the whip, the giant lion bowed to her as she climbed upon its broad back, leaning down low against the soft golden fur. The lion crouched down before the row of flaming rings. The tamer and the lion almost looked like the same person for a moment, eyes piercing with determination, bodies rigid. Then, like a flash and with a loud shouting cue from the girl, the lion sprang into the flaming rings accompanied by a choir of shouts and cries from the worried audience. The two seemed to fly through the tight space, and landed gently on the other side of the rings. Neither had a single scratch upon them.
Both the lion and the tamer gave a beautiful and elegant bow, the crowd whooping and clapping in amazement. The tamer stood straight, and for the first time the entire evening flashed a gentle smile to the admirers. ”Thank you... and please come again.”