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Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

I don't mind. Just wanted to make sure everybody knew I was still here.

This War of Mine: Not Everyone in War is a Soldier (A civillian modern war survival RP)

Do you still have room? This would be perfect for a character I dreamed up a couple of days ago.

Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

Just thought I'd chime in so you guys knew I was still here. Just waiting for Major Ursa to post.

Wit and Wiles: The Means to an End ~ PopeAlessandros x PrincessOfMyBedroom

Had a little more time than I thought. So here's my character. I can change the age if needed.

Name: Kale Arnon

Race: Human

Age: 19

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 146lbs

Hair: Thick, somewhat fluffy, dirty blonde. Goes down just past the shoulders and is mostly tied up in a pony tail.

Eyes: Round shaped and large, emerald green in color.

Skin: Fair with a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. His hands and feet are callused. There are a few scars on his person, mainly the normal childhood ones and one or two from working. There's a small burn scar on his stomach from when he accidentally leaned a little too far trying to reach something and bumped the stove.

Build: Thin and gangly. There's not much in the way of muscle, but there's also not any fat. He has long limbs, especially his legs. His skinny body holds surprising amounts of strength.

Clothes: His normal uniform is black pants and white button up shirt, along with a gray vest, matching tie, and a pair of black work boots. Though he refuses to wear the tie and prefers to go barefooted.

Accessories: He secretly keeps a small blue stone pendant on a thin silver chain underneath his shirt. One of the very few valuables he has.

Powers/Skills: Kale is very good at climbing and hiding, he has near perfect balance and is quick and agile. He isn't incredibly strong, but has enough strength to do his work. He knows how to stay quiet, he just refuses to.

General Personality: Strong willed and sharp tongued. He can out stubborn just about anyone. He's nearly fearless and certainly isn't afraid to stand up to people. He has some trust issues, but once you earn that trust he'll never betray you. He's adventurous, creative, and has a good imagination. Not a good combination when you're a servant in a big castle. You tend to get into some trouble. He's the tiniest bit masochistic, he doesn't get off on pain, but he doesn't dislike it either. A little bit of pain is a good thing every once in a while. He hates authority and people who think they're better than others, and will stop at nothing to defy them. Underneath his tough exterior he's kind hearted and protective of the people he cares about. He likes to help people and will forget about his own safety and well being when theirs is involved.

Background: Born and raised in a more poor part of the kingdom. He's been working every since he's been old enough to do so. He had a younger sister, but she was born sickly and didn't live very long. Him and his parents lived together small, run down, house. It wasn't much, but it kept them warm and dry. As he got older, he decided that he wanted his parents to be able to stop working and live out the rest of their days in comfort. So he took to stealing, not thinking about what would happen to him if he got caught. He got really good at it, being able to slip into the house of a richer family and get back out without them even knowing he was there. Only he got too cocky and went for a house that was too much for him. He was captured and after being beaten and spending a night in a cell, he was placed on a trial. They decided that because of his skills, they wouldn't kill him or anything like that. Instead they put him to work, making him a servant at the castle to give the kingdom back what he took. And because the castle was in need of new servants, due to a group of escapees that were caught and killed.

Wit and Wiles: The Means to an End ~ PopeAlessandros x PrincessOfMyBedroom

No, I too think we're ready to move on to characters. I'll get mine up as soon as I can. Probably some time tomorrow.

Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

The next customer that came in was probably the most annoying type of all. The one that visited all the time, expecting something different and never believed Caius when he said that wasn't how his powers worked. Of course there was only one person it could possibly be. Otto. The boy closed the flaps of the tent, casting them into shadow broken only by the candles and the crystals that hung above them. He sighed at the boy's quip, proving his point that he never listened. "Otto, child." He said, his making it obvious that he was poking at the boy's height and child-like appearance. "I've told before, that isn't how my powers work. I can't see whatever I want, whenever I want. There are rules. I'm already breaking the natural order by seeing the future in the first place."

Caius sometimes wondered whether or not any place would want him after he died. Or if the higher powers would just spit him back out onto Earth because he angered them by messing with fate. "As for your easier question... Give me your hands and I'll see if I can answer it." Caius didn't tell anybody, mostly out of pride, but it was always more difficult to see the futures of those in the circus. Everything was always, fuzzy in a way. Like he was watching something in very low quality. Most likely it was due to the fact that none of them should even be alive. Or perhaps it was part of the curse? Either way, Caius could still make out enough to answer questions, but never much more than that. And he never dared to look more than a year ahead. It just seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

Besides, most of their future was certain already. At least, considering they couldn't die, he couldn't accidentally stumble upon anybody's death. He could never actually see it, the vision would just go black. But it would always give him a headache. The kind that throbbed and stabbed all at the same time and felt like his head was being squeezed. He may not have been able to die, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel pain.

Caius used to care about getting in trouble with Madame Sombre, or Tanner, which if they caught him telling one of the circus performer's futures he certainly would. But now he just didn't care. Without the threat of death hanging over his head, there just wasn't much they could do to him anymore. And he had lived long enough that death's embrace would be sweet not bitter. The older the performers got, the less of a hold Madame Sombre and Tanner had on them.

Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

Standard is fine. In case you couldn't tell by the fact that it took my several hours to reply, I'm pretty busy right now.

Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

Major Ursa said
I'm not sure who I should have Otto poke in the face............Suggestions would be nice.

There's nobody with Caius right now, Otto could go bother him.

Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

There's a really simple solution to this. PM the guy.

Cirque de Noir - Living for the Night

Caius thought about what Diedra had said, about Madame Sombre figuring out how to kill people through the curse. As he thought, he tugged on his left earlobe, a habit of his when he was lost in thought. "She was the one who cursed us, so perhaps there is a way for her to break through it." His usual calm mask had been replaced with his remaining eye narrowed into a dangerous look. People tended to forget that he was practically a pirate in his life, a pirate who delivered goods for England, but a pirate all the same. He may have been reduced to a fortune teller now, but he could still fight and would if needed.

Diedra decided to pass on the spiced rum, at least for now. It seemed she needed to get back to her own tent quickly, Tanner or Madame Sombre was probably involved in that. And as much as he wanted to share a drink with her, he understood completely. It was better that way. Diedra looked away then, and for a moment she looked as old as she was. This place really wore down on a person, and with as long as she had been here, Caius didn't blame her at all. He felt pretty old sometimes too, even though his body was still young. Diedra's hand moved to his hair, then to squeeze his shoulder as she mentioned Caius avenging her if she was to ever be killed by Madame Sombre.

Caius raised a hand and put it on Diedra's own. "If it came down to that, I would have Madame Sombre dead at my feet moments after your death. But it won't, because I'll be fighting by your side the moment you two butt heads. She may be able to kill one of at a time, but she can't kill us both." Caius was dead serious about that. Their only problem would be Tanner, but even he couldn't stop the two of them until after Madame Sombre was dead at their feet. And after that he would gladly die. It would mean finally having death's sweet embrace, but also nobody else would have to suffer their fate of eternity either.

Diedra mentioned having the rum after the show was over. "I look forward to it." Caius said, giving the woman a wave as she left, intelligently using one of her horses as cover. After waiting a minute to make sure no customers would be coming, Caius rose to his feet, striding over to the corner where the rum was hidden in a chest. That wasn't the only thing in the chest though. The fortune teller knelt on the ground in front of said chest and opened it. Underneath a few black and white cloths was two things. The first was the rum, the second was a dirk. The small weapon was in a sheath that had a strap on it, so that it could be attached to something other than a belt. It looked a bit old, but was well taken care of, and most certainly sharp. He had a feeling he should be carrying this around from now on. Just to be safe. He glanced at the entrance to the tent before removing the dirk from the chest. Moments later he had it strapped to his arm, underneath his long flowing sleeves. It was easy to hid, and also easy to get to if need be.

Caius quickly replaced the cloths, closed the chest, and returned to his seat. Just in time for another customer to appear. He got back to his work, hoping the rest of the night would go smoothly. But he had a feeling he could be receiving a visit from either Madame Sombre or Tanner. He was almost certain they knew about him and Diedra meeting during work hours. He didn't need to tell the future to see that.