💕 Circus Roleplay! 💕 [Reboot] (closed unless you were in the original)

Should we bring them back?

And thank you! I just found it online. My art is never that good. //

(aah so sorry computer troubles, here's my template)

Name: Lilian "Lili" Holt
Age: 21
Gender/Pronouns: Female - she/her
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: ENTJ / ISFJ ~ very strong-willed and passionate
Appearance: Curly ebony black hair that goes to her shoulders, tied back in a messy bun with strands kinda all over the place, copper eyes with flecks of teal
How long have they been in the circus?: Pretty new, join less than a year ago
Act: "LION TAMER" - trains and cares for the circus animals
Backstory: Graduated high school at the early 16, she got her bachelor's degree in veterinary science as well as some undergraduate work in zoology. Yet lost it all when she was arrested for a lab rabbit rescue gone wrong. Since she was 17, she was an important member in ALF (animal liberation front), and was charged for many crimes as an animal rights extremist. She lost her reputation from there and couldn't find any work until she came across the circus. As a VERY extreme animal activist, her original intention was to get a job, gain their trust, and then bust out every critter in the circus. But she accidentally fell in love with her job, using her unique training techniques, involving no cruelty, she keeps her past days hidden from her coworkers.

(is she okay?)

She’s great!

(And we cant Bleu, because I told Cool cat we could ship our characters ooof I’m sorry :()

OwO, when are we going to start?

(Oof It's alright. I'll bring Cyrus back anyways. I'll go find him.)

(Bleu I'll ship with you if you'd like ^-^)

(Yes please, love!)

Name: Cryus Solace
Age: Unknown. Looks to be about 18 - 20
Species: Vampire HalfBlood
Act: Trapeze, with no net underneath.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Cyrus is rather hardcore and difficult to understand. He doesn't really trust people, he's always had that issue. He doesn't like it when people get in his personal space, it makes him feel rather uncomfortable. But once you get past his walls, let him see you're not a threat and you actually care, he will open up to you… But this will take time and some actual effort.
Appearance: Cyrus has beautiful raven black hair. Silky and neat, it's normally tyed into a ponytail, bangs framing his sharp featured face. He has dark, dark grey eyes. They almost appear black. His canines are unbelievably sharp and dangerous. He rarely smiles so those don't usually show. He has gently tanned skin, and a rather lean but strong build.
Outfit: just a simple black body suit. It does have see through cloth cut in a v shape reaching to above his belly button, which shows off his lean chest nicely.
Background: He doesn't remember, actually. He doesn't remember his parents, his childhood. All he knows his that he belongs to the circus.
Other: He needs blood often, but he hates doing it. He hates feeding off of someone's blood. But if he hesitates, if he holds himself back, he will go on a killing spree. Here's the other funny thing. He can control light. People aren't sure how, but he can control any type of light, even sunlight.
Shipping: I don't see why not. I mean, it's gonna take a little effort, so go ahead.,

I FOUND HIM//

(Neat! Let's do it then, Bleuuuu.)

Crimson's just like me, he's going to die alone.

(Reeee! I'll happily ship Emi)

(We ready to start?)

(Yep! Starter time!)

OwO! Hurray!

(I gtg in twenty or so minutes, just giving you guys a warning…Also YAY WE'RE STARTING!!!)

It was early night, the show had just ended for the day, and everyone was going to retire to their respective tents. Well, they were supposed to, but they most often hung around the grounds of the circus. Arthur wandered around, quietly humming, going over his act in his head again.

Silk slunk down from her pole, slicking back her long blonde hair. It had been a windy night, and it had blown her hair around. The mistress would not like to see her out here with such messy hair. She plucked up her beanie and ambled along to her tent, deciding (like always) to go into her tent and sleep. She'd get extra food that the others wouldn't receive.

Crimson yawned, taking a swig from his flask of amber whiskey. He couldn't actually get drunk from human liquors, but he found that this certain type helped sooth his throat after using a lot of his fire. "Hm… I should go back to my cave…" He muttered, he fondly called his tent his cave as it gave him a sense of nostalgia.

Sky sighed. She could finally stop pretending in front of a large audience and change into something more casual. She would still have to pretend, just like always, but it was easier to pretend in front of the other performers by just being quiet. It was what Sky was known for doing, and easy to pull off. She went into her tent gracefully, her eyes in a daze, wondering what would happen the next day. She was always curious like this, thinking of life beyond the tents, but it was where she believed that she, Skylar Jacobs, belonged. She had a child-like aspect of reality, and Sky was almost always asking questions in her head, never truly answering them. She never knew what made her insane, and she never bothered to ask. Skylar just was.

Cyrus was usually the first one to disappear after a performance, usually to talk to the mistress after a show, usually to talk to her about his blood needs. As a half blood he needed more blood then his ancestors. He sighs softly and walks to her tent, and carefully walking to the tent flap. "Mistress? May we talk?" He calls gently, his breath shuddering.

The mistress turns and stares at Cyrus with her piercing blue eyes. She crosses one leg over the other and turns her chair that is facing the vanity around. “Please, do come in, dear.”

Arthur wanders to Sky’s tent, and lightly taps on the fabric, “Sky?” He asks to the wind, a slight song esque quality to his question.

Slowly Cyrus enters and looks down. "Mistress… I… Its that time… I require blood." He says softly, biting his lip gently as he shut his eyes, trying to relax. He looked rather meek and obedient, his eyes down, head bowed respectfully towards the Mistress.

Sky almost jumps but calms herself down when she hears who it is. She walks to the place where a door would be and separates the fabric that claimed this small tent as her own. She looked at Arthur curiously, her head tipped to her right a little. "Yes?" Sky's voice was small, yet soothing in a way.

Mistress walks over to Cyrus and trails her long nails across his face and then chest, “Hm, do you now?..well, what should I do about that, huh?” She asks quietly into his ear.
Arthur smiles slightly, his smile lopsided, “Hey, how was your set?” He asks

"Fine. I could have done it better, though. Care to come in? It's a bit cold out." Sky gestures for him to enter with a slight smile. Of every performer, Sky talked to Arthur the most. She found him…unexpecting, at times. He seemed to understand her in a way the others didn't.

Cyrus gulps softly as she walks towards him, his eyes glinting a deep red. "If I could hunt, or have tiny bit of blood that would suffice… I just don't wish to hurt more then needed…" He says quietly.

Crimson's amber eyes glanced around the tent area, he bit his lip a bit as he thought. All he wanted to do at that moment was to spread his wings and fly for a bit, maybe even hunt a bit. Human food is disgusting, but I do not wish to bother the Mistress. He thought, sticking his itching hands in his pocket. He could almost feel the nails turning into claws.

Mistress smiles, “Go ahead, feel free to go hunt,” She pats his head, “For an hour, go be free”

Arthur smiles and walks into Sky’s tent, “Why, thank you” He says, glad to get away from the cold, “My set went alright too, definitely could use some improvement”

Cyrus nods and bows his head. "Thank you mistress…" he says softy before leaving. He hurries towards the camp, checking before letting himself shift and hurrying towards the closest town. He was quietly, going from house to house until he smelled a suitable, strong scent of blood. He licks his lips.

Crimson untucked his hands from his pockets, seeing that they had elongated into claws a bit. "Hm… This, this is not good." He muttered, he could usually control when his claws came out, but he hadn't had actual food for a dragon in ages. This is partially your fault you know. You didn't say that you were an actual dragon and now they just think you can materialize dragon wings. He reminded himself with a scowl.