CIRCUS DELIRIUM // CLOSED!

(I'd say a while, but he doesn't really talk unless spoken to.)

(I'd say a while, but he doesn't really talk unless spoken to.)

(Cool- then I'm gonna say Oleg already knows him, alright? He tries to keep some sort of relationship with everyone there.)

(Yupperoni. Where are the character's right now?)

(Oleg and Ava are speaking outside of her trailer, feel free to have Mre pop in!)

Mre left the trailer he was living in hesitantly, eyes darting around and the dark spots on his skin moving around quickly. Deep breath, just go outside the trailer. He told himself, warily walking towards the next trailer, a new girl named Ava.

Oleg's head jolted up, hearing footsteps. "Mre! Hey! Good morning! You've met Ava, yeah?" His tall form was hunched over from speaking to the girl.

Mre jumped a few inches in the air, looking like a scared cat. "N-no. I've been in-inside the past f-few days." He stuttered out.

"Damn, you have, haven't you? Get out more, the weather's nice!" He clapped his hands together, shoving them back in his pockets as he kicked the ground. "You have an act tonight?

"I th-think so." He muttered, shuffling closer to the pair who were talking. Mre gave a small wave to the female, hands shaking. "Hello, I'm Mre."

“Well, hell, me too. Last night I’m sharpshooting, tonight I’ll become the great Russian werewolf. Let me tell you, the shit that I endure for this act. The amount of fucking raw meat I have to eat is ridiculous. My teeth were shaped just for this, remember? " He bared his teeth- they looked like a wolf's, sharp and vicious.

Mre shakily nodded. "Y-yeah. I just have to throw knives and not ge-get my b-body impaled by one." He swallowed hard and moved his hands to hug himself, he wanted to go back inside.

"Are you cold? I have a jacket in my trailer if you need it, I know it's getting colder out."

"N-no. I'm fine. J-just sick again." Mre shook his head, hugging himself tighter as a cough racked his tall frame.

"Shit- you need to sit down?" He straightened his back, looking at Mre with concern. "Or just go in?"

"I'm okay. I p-promise." He assured the other, looking sheepish. "Once I throw tonight, I w-won't have to do an-another show until we g-go to the next t-t-town."

"Which is.." His voice trailed off for a moment as he thought. "Two days?"

(Sorry I’m back)
Avatar waved slightly when mye introduced himself but didn’t say anything. She watched him with concern on her face. “You should come in my trailer. I have medicine,” he said standing up to help.

"No, I'm fine." Mre said a bit too forcefully. "It's just fine and p-peachy. I'm fine and don't n-need medicine that'll m-make me sicker."

He watched the two speak, running his fingers through his buzzed hair. "I'll be right back, going to my trailer."

Ava stepped away from him flinching slightly. “Alright no medicine then. I can get you something warm. That might help,” she says trying to fix her smile that had almost disappeared.

Mre coughed, looking apologetic. "S-sorry." He muttered, giving another cough than going to sit on the ground. "It's just a s-small s-sickness."

“Doesn't seem very small,” she said but then regretted her wording. She’s not supposed to ‘give attitude’

Oleg walked off, going into his trailer for a few moments. When he came out, he held a jacket, slipping it on as he walked. "I returned. Ava, you do have an act tonight? I don't remember or not." He was trying to diffuse the situation, feeling the tension build.

"Nothing n-not normal. I can ha-handle it." Mre assured her, going back to hugging his arms around himself and watching.

Ava blinked and looked at Oleg. Now that she was standing she noticed how y’all he was compared to her. “Yeah umm it’s my first time doing it. I think I’m supposed to just act like a robot and do a few things with the clowns,” she explained looking at the floor.

"Oh, yes- they are a cool group of guys. Is it easy?"

She shrugged. “Seems like it. What about you what’s your act?”

"Tonight's the werewolf- a lot of barking, howling, probably a little acrobatics and a godless amount of raw beef." He laughed at his own statement, shrugging.

FULL Name- Marion Kehrer
"Circus" Name(s)- Swiss Goat, Swiss Wildman
Gender/Pronouns- Male, he/him
Sexuality- Heterosexual
Age- 20
Nationality- Swiss
Mutation? If so, what kind?- His teeth, notably his bottom canines are a lot longer and sharper. They curve slightly, sticking from his mouth. The rest of his teeth look fairly normal. He also has, while small, 'horns' by the top of his hairline. They're not symmetrical, and they're both different shapes.
Does their mutation cause any health issues?- He does get occasional migraines, though it's hard to determine if they're a direct cause of the 'horns.' His teeth are more notable, since he can't eat certain things due to their shape, and his mouth is rarely fully closed because of how they stick out. He needs to take extra measures to be able to clean them well.
Act(s) (1-2 MAX)- Marion's act is like a dance he preforms. He likes to describe it as a dance that tells some sort of story. Occasionally, Marion also preforms some singing alongside the act if the setting is suitable.
Personality (At least 4 traits, please)- Marion is calm; and he can remain so even under most stressful situations. He's curious about many things; and he enjoys learning new stuff.
He's a planner, liking to have a plan for stuff before he jumps into action. Speaking of action, Marion is also somewhat reserved. You only really see his truly energetic side during his act. Despite all of this, he's thoughtful, thinking of others.
Appearance- He's about 6'1 in terms of height, with fair toned skin. His hair is an auburn, going down to the base of his neck; it's very thick. His eyes are more of a dark, chocolate brown. He's fairly average weight for his height. He has a bit of facial hair on his chin, but he shaves it off often.
Tattoos? Piercings?- N/A
Strengths/Weaknesses- Able to compromise well. He's able to hold his ground, in both a conversation and a fight. In terms of weaknesses, he does not like water at all (even being shown a picture of it he often turns away) and he's not good with heights.
Fears- Water, as I mentioned before. Being trapped in a high place with no way to get down.
Prejudices?- 'Fancy'/rich people; those of 'higher' command or with control over his actions.
Open to Romance?- Yeh
Open to Rivalries?- Of course!
Other (Links, Fun facts, etc!)- He sometimes has glasses that he wears in his spare time to read or write. He's fairly recent to the circus, but not new-new.

“That doesn’t sound good. I was told to expect things thrown at me,” Ava said smiling nervously.