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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 20, 2018 10:43:41 GMT -5
Le Cirque des rêves
The circus arrives without warning.
No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers, It it simply there, when yesterday it was not. The towering tents are striped in white and black, no golds and crimson to be seen. No colour at all save for the neighboring trees and grass of the surrounding fields. Black-and-white stripes on grey sky; countless tents of varying shapes and sizes, with an elaborate wrought-iron fence encasing them in a colourless world. Even what little ground is visible from the outside is black or white, painted or powdered, or treated with some other circus trick.
But it is not open for business. Not just yet.
Within hours everyone in town has heard about it. By afternoon the news has spread several towns over. Word of mouth is a much more effective method of advertisement than typeset words and exclamation points on paper pamphlets or posters. It is impressive and unusual news, the sudden appearance of a mysterious circus. People marvel at the staggering height of the tallest tents. They stare at the clock that sits just inside the gates that no one can properly describe. And the black sign painted in white letters that hangs upon the gates, the one that reads:
Opens at Nightfall Closes at Dawn
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 21, 2018 5:39:45 GMT -5
The Circus of Dreams
"What kind of circus is only open at night?"People as. No one has a proper answer, yet as dusk approaches there is a substantial crowd of spectators gathering outside the gates.
The ticket booth cleary visible behind the gates is closed and barred. The tents still, save for when they ripple ever so slightly in the wind. The only movement within the circus is the clock that ticks by, if such wonder of a sculpture can even be called a clock. The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp smell of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.
The sun disappears completely beyond the horizon, and the remaining luminosity shifts from dusk to twilight. The people around you are growing restless, a sea of shuffling feet, murmuring about abandoning the endeavor in search of someplace warmer to pass the evening. You yourself are departing when it happens. First, there is a popping sound. It is barely audible over the wind and conversation. A soft noise like a kettle about to boil for tea. Then comes the light. All over the tents, small lights begin to flicker, as though the entirety of the circus is covered in particularly bright fireflies. The waiting crowd quiets as it watches this display of illumination. When the tents are all aglow, sparkling against the night sky, the sign appears.
Stretched across the top of the gates, hidden in curls of iron, more firefly-like lights flicker to life. They pop as they brighten, some accompanied by a shower of glowing white sparks and a bit of smoke. At first it is only a random pattern of lights. But as more of them ignite, it becomes clear that they are aligned in scripted letters. When the final bulb pops alight, and the smoke and sparks dissipate, it is finally legible, this elaborate incandescent sign. Leaning to your left to gain a better view, you can see that it reads: Le Cirque des Rêves
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 21, 2018 14:23:58 GMT -5
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight...
The whole of Le Cirque des Rêves is formed by a series of circles. Perhaps it is a tribute to the origin of the word "circus," deriving from the Greek kirkos meaning circle, or ring. There are many such nods to the phenomenon of the circus in a historical sense, though it is hardly a traditional circus. Rather than a single tent with rings enclosed within, this circus contains clusters of tents like pyramids, some large and others quite small. They are set within circular paths, contained within a circular fence. Looping and continuous. - Friedrick Thiessen, 1892
Joining
There is an unprecedented gathering of illusionists, contortionists, and entertainers in the lobby of the theater. A gaggle of pristine suits and strategically placed silk handkerchiefs, Some have trunks and capes, others carry birdcages or silver-topped canes. They did not speak to each other as they wait to be called in, one at a time, referenced not by name (given or stage) but by a number written on a small slip of paper given to them upon arrival.
Though many will audition this day few will possess the qualities required, be blessed with the sheer perfection that our circus desires.
|| Name || Age || Gender || || Description (Physical and personality|| || Ability/Talent/Skill || || SN ||
There are some suggested roles in the Abilities, skills and talents post below. These are purely for guidance and any characters will be considered. Think circus roles i.e; Lion Tamer, Ringmaster, Fire Breathers ect
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 21, 2018 15:30:13 GMT -5
We are such stuff as dreams are made on;
You step in to a bright, open courtyard surrounded by stripped tents. Curving pathways along the perimeter lead away from the courtyard, turning into unseen mysteries dotted with twinkling lights. There are vendors traversing the crowd around you, selling refreshments and oddities, creations flavoured with vanilla and honey, chocolate and cinnamon.
Abilities, Talents and skills
Perhaps it is confusing, to call this place a circus at all. For although you may see act that are familiar never have these acts seemed so perfect, so well practiced that many have muttered magic. In a way they are correct, some of those in our circus employ do possess magic to some extent, others however are just exceedingly talented at what they do.
(Please note all of these are suggested roles, especially those outside of the magic holder category. If you have your own character idea please feel free to join.)
Magic Holders
Le Bateleur (The Magician) - practiced in stage magic and illusion works best with inanimate objects. La Temperanza (Temperance) - Illusionist who works best with natural partners. The Moon - Is able to obtain glimpses of the future by looking in to the night sky. Very rarely able to use this talent to look in to their own future, or the future of a fellow magic holder. The Sun - Is able to learn of a persons past with a touch. Very rarely able to use on a fellow magic holder.
The Skilled
Le Mat (The Fool) - A juggler, a jester and a talented people person, able to entertain vast crowds. The High Priestess - Our resident soothsayer, the tarot cards speak through them, and although their responses may be cryptic their predictions are rarely wrong. The Star - The circus' well renowned contortionist. With the ability to curve and bend in to positions no human body should be able to.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 21, 2018 15:34:31 GMT -5
And our little life is rounded with sleep.
Characters
|| Amelia Thorne || 18 || Female || || When Amelia had decided to audition for the circus of course she had been taken as a joke. There had been no chitchatting or sharing tricks of the trade, only shifting in their seats and casting her conspicuous glances in her direction. She has no trunk, no cape, no birdcage or cane, only a face that maintains a semblance of girlishness in the length of her eyelashes and the slight pout of her lips, with a pile of black curls pinned neatly upon her head. From a distance it is clear she is lovely, but when close enough to look her in the eyes the loveliness - the shape of her face, the contrast of her hair against pale porcelain skin - evolves into something more. She is radiant. She is also aloof, self contained and introverted in her own quiet way. A difficult person to get close to but whom would make a fast friend. || Amelia is an illusionist, most talented with nature. Although dubbed as sleight of hand artist what Amelia does is real. Her father was a well renowned magician and he taught her all that he knew. Her favourite ability is her skill of working with fabric, able to manipulate the colour and cut to flatter her figure. || || Kurai ||
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 21, 2018 18:08:36 GMT -5
Opening day, or opening night, rather, is spectacular. Every last detail is planned, and a massive crowd gathers outside the gates long before sundown, When they are finally allowed to enter, they do so wide-eyed, and as they move from tent to tent, their eyes only get wider. Every element of the circus blends together in a wonderful coalescence. Acts that have been training in separate countries on separate continents no perform in adjacent tents, each part melding seamlessly into a whole. Each costume, each gesture, each sign on each tent is more perfect than the last. The air itself is ideal, clear and crisp and cool, permeated with scents and sounds that entice and enchant one patron after another. At midnight, the bonfire is ceremoniously lit, having spent the earlier part of the evening standing empty, appearing to be a simple sculpture of twisted iron. Twelve of the fire performers quietly enter the courtyard with small platforms that they set up along the perimeter like numbers on a clock, Precisely one minute before the hour, they each ascend their respective platforms and pull from their backs shimmering black bows and arrows. At thirty seconds before midnight, they light the tips of their arrows with small dancing yellow flames. Those in the crowd who had not noticed them previously now watch in wonder. At ten seconds before the hour, they raise their bows and aim the flaming arrows at the waiting well of curling iron, As the clock begins to chime near the gates, the first archer lets his arrow fly, soaring over the crowd and hitting its mark in a shower of sparks. The bonfire ignites in an eruption of yellow flame. Then the second chime follows, the second archer sends his arrow in to the yellow flames, and they become a clear sky blue. A third chime with a third arrow, and the flames are a warm bright pink. Eight more arrows shifting through eight more hues of glowing colour, with the penultimate arrow chancing the flames from blue to black. For that moment, it is difficult to discern the fire from its cauldron. And on the final strike, the dark flames are replaced with a blinding white, a shower of sparks falling like snowflakes around it. Huge curls of dense white smoke swirl up into the night sky. The reaction from the crowd is uproarious. The spectators who had been considering taking their leave decide to stay just a bit longer and comment enthusiastically about the lighting of the fire. Those who do not witness it themselves hardly believe the stories told minutes or hours later. People roam from tent to tent, wandering down paths that loop over each other, never seeming to end. Some enter each tent they pass, while others are more selective, choosing tents to enter after careful consideration of signs. Some find a particular tent so fascinating that they are unable to exit it, opting instead to stay there the duration of their visit. Patrons make suggestions to other patrons as they pass on the concourse, pointing out remarkable tents they have visited already, Their advice is always taken with pleasure, though often the advisees are distracted by other tents before they locate the recommended ones. It is difficult to usher the remaining patrons out as dawn creeps up, and they are only consoled by assurances that they may return when the sun sets again. All told, opening night is an undeniable success.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 21, 2018 18:53:45 GMT -5
Amelia expected to feel like a poor imitation of her father during her first performances, but to her relief the experience is vastly different from the one she watched so many times in theatre after theatre. The space is small and intimate, The audiences are modest enough that they remain individual people rather than blending in to an anonymous crowd. She finds she is able to make each performance unique, letting the response of the audience inform what she chooses to do next. While she enjoys it more than she thought she would, she is grateful that she has stretches of time to herself in between. As It nears midnight, she decides to see if she can find a place to watch the lighting of the bonfire. But as she makes her way from the area that is already being referred to as backstage despite the lack of stage, she is quickly swept up in the ordered chaos of patrons moving through the circus. She doesn’t reach the courtyard in time to see the archers lose their arrows, but she feels it before she hears the applause echoing from the center of the circus, the shift that suddenly spreads through the circus like a wave. It courses through her body, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine, almost knocking her off her feet. Somewhere, concealed in the black and white garb of this fantastical place is someone like her, someone with magic coursing through their veins. She feels the entirety of the circus radiating around her, as though a net has been thrown over it, trapping everything within the iron fence, fluttering like a butterfly.
She wonders if she is supposed to retaliate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 22:40:58 GMT -5
Hello! This looks like a lot of fun! Could I possibly claim the High Priestess? I will try to get my form up tomorrow night if that is all right with you.)
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 22, 2018 2:47:05 GMT -5
[Thats fine ]
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Post by liz on Jan 22, 2018 18:36:58 GMT -5
|| Melody ‘Mel’ Johnson || 28 || Female || || Mel wouldn’t necessarily say she found Le Cirque des Rêves. It found her and took her in when all she had was her guitar and a wedding ring that no longer held meaning. After four years of what she thought to be a happy marriage, her husband left her nothing but a heartfelt letter. The former Ringmaster took her in and gave her an “easy” job as Lion Tamer, explaining her fondness for them three years later. After they picked up an actual Lion Tamer, Mel took up odd jobs, filled in positions while they looked for actual performers and helped the other circus workers up until the Ringmaster disappeared, leaving a heartfelt letter which left the circus in her hands. Still new to the job, Mel often feigns her confidence and sureness, faking it until she makes it. So far, she has seemed to deceive everyone despite her constant, internal worrying. Well liked, Mel is still intimidating, only herself and the previous Ringmaster knowing anything about her past. She lets the others spread rumors about her past, her favorite being that she was once a lion herself. She carries herself highly despite her fear of being left behind like her husband had. Mel keeps her ring in her caravan and often uses her guitar and gentle voice to entertain the others. She is a beautiful woman, her eyes a bright green despite her years of feeling alone and unloved despite her circus family. She is quite thin yet muscular due to her four years at Le Cirque des Rêves and her once fair skin is more of an olive fair due to her hard labor during the day. They say that the saddest people are also the funniest people and Mel is a perfect example of this. She keeps her long chestnut hair pulled back during the day when she’s working and keeps it down and flowing when she performs. She is like a mother to the others, so much so that she’ll hide her pain and drop everything to help one of them. She finds joy in her audience, always aiming all of her energy towards young girls that remind her of herself.|| || Ringmistress || || liz ||
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 22, 2018 18:50:56 GMT -5
She's great, only thing I will say is there is no colour in the circus, so when she performs she would either have to have her hair powdered black or white or hidden
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Post by liz on Jan 22, 2018 19:12:43 GMT -5
Sounds good }}
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 22, 2018 19:17:14 GMT -5
Feel free to jump in
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Post by liz on Jan 22, 2018 20:23:36 GMT -5
Mel never watched the lighting of the bonfire, preferring to keep to herself to get into performer mentality she hid behind every night from midnight to dawn. The cheers pounded like drums in her chest as she tucked a few escaped strands of hair back under the top hat she wore, she powdered as little hair as possible although she hadn’t decided if it was due to laziness or sentimental attachment. The powder on her face is a mask to conceal the young woman unsure of her future and show a proud, confident woman who controls everyone in the tents. She sits with the lions, they always manage to calm her down before she goes on. They’re the brothers she never had, they seem to care for her as much as she cares for them. Sometimes Melody is sure they purr when she’s with them. But she cannot sit and listen for it now, it’s time to go on. Leaving them behind, she passes by the chaos behind the curtains and takes a deep breath before charging through the curtains, a wide smile on her face as she appears through a cloud of mist. Gasps and cheers fill the air and Mel’s eyes scan the rows of seats before finding a young girl leaning forward eagerly. “Good evening my friends! I invite you tonight to marvel at our performances tonight, wonders and astonishments that will sweep you away. Pay attention, for when you think you are seeing, you have never been more blind. Many of you will leave not knowing what you’ve seen but desperate for more. And those of you who are as rare as myself and these lovelies backstage, I implore you to trust nothing and everything. Tonight’s performance will be like nothing you’ve ever imagined, a world only few are lucky to see. My name is Melody and I am your Ringmistress and guide for the night. And without further ado, I present to you Le Cirque des Rêves!” And like a shot, colored smoke surrounded Mel, concealing her departure from the wing. Walking past one of the younger performers, Mel grabbed her arm gently and said with a black-lipped grin, “Amelia, darling, we have a good crowd tonight. Put on a show for the young girl in the third row, she seems promising.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 20:29:02 GMT -5
|| Ceferinae "Cefe" Whelan || 25 || Female || || With inky black hair, golden eyes, and pale skin, Ceferinae is striking in every sense of the word. She stands at a slightly below the average height of 5'2", but her imposing presence makes her appear larger than she actually is physically. Cefe carries herself in a manner befitting of royalty, her chin always slightly tilted up. She is lithe but has womanly curves and toned muscles in all the right places. High cheekbones mixed with rosy pink lips make her a very attractive woman indeed. However, the lines of her face hold a certain ruggedness that makes her more of a wild, untamed beauty. Her nose is slightly broader toward the nostrils and her eyes have a delicate dip at the inner corner. While the circus is open, yards of flowy gray fabric cover her from head to toe. Around her wrists, ankles and neck are beads and bells, resembling the old priestesses of old. Often times while she is working, she will leave her curly black hair down to stand out the against the soft gray tones of her grab and allowing it to tumble down the full length of her back.
The nature of her job all but requires Cefe to be mysterious, seductive and painted at all times. With slightly loose morals, she performs her role with unparalleled ease, scamming the richest and leaving just enough room for a mystery so the patrons return to her tent night after night. She is a skilled liar and an excellent read of people which aids her well, but unlike the Moon, she retains no magical ability. Instead, she must rely on her unusually sharp wit and tongue to bring in the money. Cefe keeps her tarot cards on her at all times, never wanting to pass up an opportunity to rob the unwitting. She is stubborn as a mule and with a short temper, she can find herself in more arguments that she cares to admit. Yet, she loves to laugh and takes every chance she can to bring a smile to someone's face (unless, of course, she just really doesn't like you). She has her faults, but a caring and loyal friend can be found in her. || || The High Priestess || || Shoot for the Stars ||
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 21:33:01 GMT -5
The jingles of the bells drew them to her every night. There was something hypnotic and mysterious about the tinkling of little bells against her skin, and the patrons, awed by the lack of color and sound in the tents near her hers, went like lambs to a slaughter. Easily and without any other suggestion. Then, once they had pinpointed the orgin of the delicate sounds, they stayed to have the mysteries of the future revealed to them.
Cefe delighted in their ignorance, but also the childish hope tnat maybe, just maybe they could know something of what was to come. It was all a farce, but a darn good one.
As the bonfire raged from across the tents, Cefe sat in front of a middle aged man, the tarot cards spread omniously on a small black table in front her. One of the cards flipped over with her deft fingers to guide it. The woman's white painted lips spread in a sensual smile, "Aw, the lovers. An unforeseen, yet welcome romance will soon fall into your lap, my friend. But oh! How unfortunate!"
The middle age man's eyebrows furrowed and Cefe, ever the opportunist, flipped over the next card as the man slipped his wedding ring back on the finger, "I see air and swords, heartbreak and loss, and the most dreadful of events for someone you claim to love."
The man gulped and the shock in his eyes told her she had hit the money spot. She flipped over the final card, "Yet, don't be discouraged, my friend, for Death renews all things."
After he had paid and promised to return the next week, she lead him out of her tent, the bells drawing him after her. She followed him out to see the awaiting line and cheers erupted at the sight of her. She held up a slender hand to hush the crowd and immediantly they were under her spell, "My friends, welcome to my tent!"
A woman at the front of the crowd pushed forward and Cefe beckoned her forth with a delicate roll of her fingers, "Come, young one. Seek and know." The bells on her wrist pulled her forward and Cefe, pockets full of gold and silver, grinned with delight.
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Post by liz on Jan 29, 2018 16:35:43 GMT -5
{{hello}}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2018 22:23:53 GMT -5
Hey liz! Would you like to rp? )
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