[OOC] Circus of The Supernatural

[Majoraa]

Sorry for the mass posting, but there's a discord server for CoTS now!

[EchoicChamber]

@Majoras End Sorry for vanishing into the void for a while. I’ve sort of been distracted by some bad family issues and not really feeling up to much as a result, so I haven’t really been writing for much at all. If it’s still okay, I’m still working on a page or two. I’m really sorry, and it’s fine if it’s too late or anything.

[Majoraa]

@EchoicChamber

It's okay, it's okay! Life comes first! Just take your time on your character and all. And it's not too late, I just got the first IC post up.

[Aleranicus]

*Grabs popcorn and slushee, eagerly awaiting among these many talented writers receives a pigeon and who receives a raven*

Man, I've been waiting for this show!

[Majoraa]

@Aleranicus

Where did you come from?! :O

Jk, glad to see you're hyped for this starting!

[Aleranicus]

@Majoras End Just been lurking. Don't mind me please. Just gonna be a bit of a positive peanut gallery, cheering everybody on. Or I'll go on mute and go away if you'd like.

[Majoraa]

@Aleranicus

No worries! We got room for a peanut gallery!

[CrazyFennec]

Their True Name-Blake Marshall

Their Stage Name-Ice King

Their Appearance

The Date they Joined the Circus-May 13th, 2017

The Act they perform when not on the combat team-Ice sculptor.

Compulsion-He can't have any part of his skin in direct sunlight.

Why they Joined the Circus-Blake felt that was where life was directing him to go.

Their Biography-Blake never was never a very masculine guy. Arts and literature were the most important things with sports not even on his radar. His parents didn't approve of the activities he found to be fun. So they tried to get him to try out for sports and nudge him away from what they didn't like. Nudging turned to pushing which then turned into one sided yelling. Coming to the conclusion that him and his parents would probably never see eye to eye Blake decided to head out on his own. After packing up some belongings and stealing some money Blake left to see where life would take him. After a few weeks of traveling Blake came across a traveling circus and while enjoying the festivities he was approached by the ringmaster.

Their Connections-Need to talk to others first.

Their Audition-I took my kid outside of the main tent after the wonderful display of feats by the main preformers. "Let's look around a little more but then we need to go back home." The kids tried to get their dad to stay longer but he didn't budge.

Near the edge of the carnivalcarnival stood a tent with a sigh that read "Ice Kings lair. Enter at your own pace.". The father lead his daughter to the tent and looked inside. In the tent was dozens of figurines made of ice on display with a single pale young man. "Please, come in and look around." The guy said while beckoning us in. I entered the tent with my little girl and started to look at the ice sculptures. The air inside the tent was only slightly cooler then outside but didn't seem to affect any of the sculptures.

Every ice figure I examined had incredible detail for their size. Each one was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and none of them had any price tags or label on them. Suddenly I heard a voice right next to me. "If you're wondering how much they are they are not for sale. I will allow you to take one of your choosing. And no I didn't read your mind. It's just that that is most often what I get asked first."

Before I could respond I hear a gasp from my daughter and something hit the ground. I look over to see an ice horse broken on the dirt floor of the tent but before I could apologize the man just laughs and walks towards my daughter. She looks up to the stranger with tears starting to form. "I am sorry"

"It's OK. No need to cry little one." He picks up the pieces and holds them in his palm. "Watch this." He says. Placing his other hand over the broken horse, pressed his hands together and then lifted it to reveal the horse intact. My daughter clapped as I tried to figure out how he did that. He grabs a small plastic container and stand and puts the horse in it. "Take this as a token of change. Even if things seem dark and gloomy now they will change for the better. I'm sure of it"

I take the gift and look it over. "C'mon sweetie. Thank the man and let's go home." The girl said her goodbyes as well started to leave. "Don't forget it will only last a little over two hours before you have to freeze it again.

[Majoraa]

Their True Name- Blake (No last name?)

Their Stage Name- Ice King

Their Appearance

The Date they Joined the Circus-May 13th, 2017

The Act they perform when not on the combat team-Ice creater/manipulater. (It's supposed to be their act, not their powers. I wouldn't have had to point this out if it was something like "Ice Sculptor", which it probably is according to Blake's audition.)

Compulsion-Ha can't have any part of his skin in direct sunlight.
(*He. Sorry, habit. Does he have an umbrella with him? Or anything to cover his skin? Cause this seems like an unfair compulsion if he doesn't.)

Why they Joined the Circus-To escape his overly controlling parents who thought they knew what was best for him.
(Kinda edgy. Really, this doesn't seem like a good reason to join the circus imo.)

Their Biography-Blake had a very normal life. He had good grades and a few close friends. Art was his favorite subject in school followed by literature. Blake and his parents often butted heads on where he was going in life and some current life choices. His parents wanted him to join the army and continue the family tradition of being in the military. One day Blake discovered his parents planed on sending him to a juvenile bootcamp. When his mom and dad left the house to go shopping Blake packed up some belongings and, with some stolen money left home to make a new life for his self. A few weeks later Blake came across a circus and was approached by the ringleader.
(So Blake decided to run away from home so he didn't have to go to military school? Again, kinda edgy.)

Their Connections-Need to talk to others first.

Their Audition-I took my kid outside of the main tent after the wonderful displays of feats by the main preformers. "Let's look around a little more but then we need to go back home." The kids tried to get their dad to stay longer but he didn't budge.

Near the edge of the carnivalcarnival stood a tent with a sigh that read "Ice Kings lair. Enter at your own pace.". The father lead his daughter to the tent and looked inside. In the tent was dozens of figurines made of ice on display with a single pale young man. "Please, come in and look around." The guy said while beckoning us in. I entered the tent with my little girl and started to look at the ice sculptures. The air inside the tent was only slightly cooler then outside but didn't seem to affect any of the sculptures.

Every ice figure I examined had incredible detail for their size. Each one was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and none of them had any price tags or label on them. Suddenly I heard a voice right next to me. "If you're wondering how much they are they are not for sale. I will allow you to take one of your choosing. And no I didn't read your mind. It's just that that is most often what I get asked first."

Before I could respond I hear a gasp from my daughter and something hit the ground. I look over to see an ice horse broken on the dirt floor of the tent but before I could apologize the man just laughs and walks towards my daughter. She looks up to the stranger with tears starting to form. "I am sorry"

"It's OK. No need to cry little one." He picks up the pieces and holds them in his palm. "Watch this." He says. Placing his other hand over the broken horse, pressed his hands together and then lifted it to reveal the horse intact. My daughter clapped as I tried to figure out how he did that. He grabs a small plastic container and stand and puts the horse in it. "Take this as a token of change. Even if things seem dark and gloomy now they will change for the better. I'm sure of it"

I take the gift and look it over. "C'mon sweetie. Thank the man and let's go home." The girl said her goodbyes as well started to leave. "Don't forget it will only last a little over two hours before you have to freeze it again.

@CrazyFennec

Other than the writing quality that seems to belong in the free section, my comments are in the quoted cs.

[CrazyFennec]

@Majoras End

I'll go over this again when I get off work to explain and clean it up. Sorry about that.

[CrazyFennec]

@Majoras End

The name: He has a last name he just doesn't tell anyone. He was a minor when he ran away and the less information out there hopefully means he will not be recognized.

The act: I just forgot to change it. My first audition matched this a lot more than my current one. A few paragraphs into my first audition it seemed to be less mysterious/how is he doing that and more like I'm pretty sure he's using magic. I was also trying convey that, assuming that his audition was his first, that he had or still has stage freight. Writing from a different perspective proved difficult after not RPing like this for a few years.

Compulsion: Yes he does have an umbrella and different clothes and such if he needs to walk around during daytime. Thinking about how powerful his power could be I thought the compulsion would need to have a major affect on him. Plus I really started to like it when witch suggested it.

Why they joined/biography: Blake joined because he felt like this was where life was taking him. I assumed that when the ringmaster approached someone he thought would be a good candidate for powers he would explain what they were getting into to some extent. While on the road or in the circus he can be himself. He can draw without his part saying that it's a waste of time or that he's not masculine enough. He left because he was tired of not being accepted for who he was and for not fitting into the mould his parents wanted him to be.

I hope that shines a bit more right on what I was trying to do with this character. In my opinion I think a character sheet is hard for me to do. I feel I do a better job bringing the character to life more in the IC than in the CS. If that makes any sense.

[Majoraa]

@CrazyFennec

Okay, could you edit the changes into the cs?

[Temporary]

@eclecticwitch@Sightseer Don't know if you've seen the Discord link, but here it is just in case: Link

[EchoicChamber]

I got a new computer!
And also I finished a character page.
Before I send her in, though, I'd also like to mention that I'd like to make another character as well. Should I send in the first, or wait until I've made the second before sending them in together?

[Majoraa]

@EchoicChamber

I'd probably post the first one first.

[EchoicChamber]

The Rook/Library

Their True Name
Elizabeth (Lib, Libby, Library) Adair Memoli

Their Stage Name
The Rook

Their Appearance
“Library” is a woman of slight build, at 5’3”, and the sort of pale skin that comes from limited time in the sunlight. Her hair is a mousy brown, tousled and left to the length of her chin, and her eyes are a pale blue- as if some of the color had been leached out of them. These same eyes tend to be her most expressive feature, often lighting up with curious hunger, or distant and almost empty when she’s unoccupied. Has a penchant for giving rather...odd smiles when she’s excited about something, and is heavily scarred along her body.

For the most part, Library dresses in a sort of business casual wear- long-sleeved shirts, jeans, and maybe a scarf or two when it gets chilly. Occasionally, she’ll be seen inexplicably wearing different sorts of hats, or perhaps multiple jackets stacked upon each other, but not entirely often. When working her stand, however, she dons a shirt with long, ruffled sleeves to emulate a bird’s wings, a hood, slacks, and long, high heeled boots that stretch all the way up to her mid-thigh. She comments from time to time about how difficult they are to move in.

A staple of all her outfits, however, are a pair of black silk gloves.

The Date they Joined the Circus
December 2nd, 1844

The Act
While Library had already possessed an eidetic memory before joining the circus, it was her contract with the Ringmaster that perfected it. She can recall events that happened centuries ago, and retains all knowledge that she stumbles upon down to the last detail. This, however, has resulted in her becoming a rather...strange figure, to say the least. Years of collecting and retaining information has left her mind addled. Much like a human Wikipedia, she can offer facts about nearly anything one might wish to know about, but will often go off on unrelated tangents mid conversation- bringing up the producers of the movie Lion King in an otherwise serious discussion, for instance.

Library also possesses a sort of telepathy. With prolonged skin-to-skin contact, she can see into the minds of others, feel their feelings, and dig up old memories. Even further contact allows her to venture deeper into one’s mind, and a sort of influence over it- however, doing so causes a severe backlash, and will often render her a gibbering wreck for some time.

These two powers, when combined, allow her to...run a boardwalk esque game booth. The Rook’s abilities aren’t the most impressive spectacle when put up against fire dancers and strongmen, and given her general lack of interest in performing, she opts to run her booth in a quiet section of the circus when made to entertain guests. If you manage to ask her a trivia question she doesn’t know the answer to, you win a prize.
Or, at least. That’s how it’s supposed to go.
Her primary purpose within the circus is more of an informational database for the other circus members, as well as the ringleader. She can offer an in-depth summary of the city they’ve been made to visit and how it’s changed throughout the years, provide an encyclopedic description of the various demons she knows of, and even recount intimate details of long-dead members of the circus.

Her compulsions are that she has to learn three new things per day, and that she can never read the mind of the ringleader himself.
While her compulsions may seem easy enough to fulfill, her longevity has forced her to seek out increasingly obscure facts throughout the years, chipping steadily away at her psyche.

Why they Joined the Circus.
A few reasons. Knowledge, primarily- the pursuit of knowledge had driven her long before her contract, and still drives her to this day. Secondarily, however, both she and her brother were looking for a sanctuary- a place to live that was far, far from their family’s clutches.

Their Biography
The Memolis were a family that flourished in the city of Lucca, Italy, long before Italy had even come to exist. The household was well-off, consisting of several children, and an apparently loving set of parents that, while showing favoritism to some sons and daughters over the others, were still loving nonetheless.

However, while they were loving, they were most certainly not the most...gentle towards their children.

Neither Elizabeth nor Aristide speak much about what their home life was like. If Library is asked, she’ll either shoot the question down, or rattle off completely irrelevant facts until the questioner gets bored. If Aristide is asked, he’ll immediately become temperamental and moody (at least, more so than usual) until the subject is dropped. One thing is for certain, however- the heavy scarring on Library’s body says quite a bit. The most they’ll confess is that they weren’t the favorites of the family, that they were often left to their own devices, and that the circus offered a far better environment than what their home once was.

Their Connections
Given that Library tends to serve as the primary database for the circus, it’s not uncommon for one to visit her for the sole purpose of getting information- or for her to study. She has a strong fascination with the various abilities and compulsions that spring up in new members of the circus, and she will often go out of her way to learn as much about newcomers as possible before leaving them to their own devices. As she’s rather analytical and...incredibly eccentric, she tends to be more reclusive than anything the rest of the time, hiding away in her tent until drawn out for whatever reason.

Those who manage to work past her bluntness, as well as her...tendency to invade personal space on a regular basis (among the many, many other things) often find themselves with a surprisingly easygoing companion. Much like some sort of cat, she’ll occasionally leave her tent to simply hang about the people she’s taken a liking to, and will be more willing to help out when needed.

The person that she’s closest to by far, however, is her brother- Aristide. Admittedly, even an outsider can see that their relationship together isn’t the most...consistently pleasant. Most of the time they’re in each other’s presence is spent making biting remarks and snide comments at one another. The other half of the time is spent by Aristide pestering Library into taking care of herself, or bringing meals and the like- given the fact that Library will often eat nothing but fruit salad if given the opportunity to do so. While a bit strained, it’s clear enough that they do care for one another in their own vitriolic way.

Their Audition
“You should do it.”

“Fuck, no way, man. You see how she’s looking at us? Looks like she’d stab us in the kidneys if we got too close.”

“You’re being a wuss.”

“If you’re so tough, then why don’t you go up?”

The woman at the stand watched the two bicker for a while between themselves, hands tucked beneath her chin, looking completely and utterly bored. Compared to the brightly colored toys surrounding her, as well as the cheerful canopy hung over her head, she stood out considerably. After a good while of arguing, the boys approached- both blond, but one noticeably shorter and scrawnier than the other. It was the smaller one that spoke first.

“So, uh. We ask you three things, and if you don’t know one, we get a prize?”

The woman looked slowly up at the pair. Blinked.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it.” Even her voice seemed absolutely unimpressed by the situation- as if she had been chained to the table she sat at. “You can ask me any trivia question, but if you try asking me what your penis size is or something like that I'm banning you from my stall."

Scrawny snorted. “That happen a lot?”

“More than you’d think.”

It was then that Tall cut in. “Hey, wait. How do we know you won’t just be, like. Checking Wikipedia under the desk or something like that? Getting info fed in your ear.”

Another lazy, almost catlike blink. Then the woman stood, took a few decisive steps away from her stand, and flipped back her hood. The hair underneath was a complete mess, but she showed no sign of being concerned over it.

“Okay, here. Hit me.”

The questions didn’t come instantly. A careful, surprising amount of thought was put into each- what is the capital of Venezuela? (Caracas) Who invented bubble gum? (Walter Diemer) What’s the population of Michigan? (Roughly 9.962 million as of 2017.) The responses came practically instantaneously, and quick Google searches proved each one to be...strangely correct. Even after realizing they had just blown their questions, the two kept asking, and asking, and the woman kept patiently responding until they eventually grew bored.

And then gave them little rubber ducks. Thanking them for coming up to the booth.

The two wandered off, sailor and chef ducks in their respective palms, now possessing some very strange, obscure information. As for the woman, she promptly returned to her seat, and began to doze as she waited for any other patrons to come stumbling by.

Business was slow, and business was good.

Sorry if stuff is too vague or if she seems kind of wonky as a character or anything- I kind of rushed, haha.

[Majoraa]

@EchoicChamber

Looks good on my end!

[Temporary]

@EchoicChamber Sorry it took a little bit to read, I was dealing with the madness of another RP. You're good on my end as well.

[EchoicChamber]

@Majoras End@Vocab Great! Should I move her over when I get home? Also, is it okay for me to be joining the Discord, or no?

[timelord1101]

(Jeez, between the shit show on the first page and the super edgy 13 yr. old, I'm glad that you have an approval process to weed out the "undesireables.")

Expressing EXTREME interest in this. I can start working on the CS now, but it might take some time. In the meantime, I have a few questions.

1) Is this placed in our current time of 2018? If not, when? If yes, what kind of protection(s) do we use to make sure that there aren't too many conspiracies or "prying eyes?"

2) What kind of powers and/or compulsion would be too fantastical? (Besides the above example from the "Edge Lord?")

3) How does the circus travel? Apparition, portal, standard, teleportation?, etc.

I think that is all for now, but I will not hesitate to ask more as I think of more questions. I look forward to submitting my CS and being reviewed.

~A