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Lavinia stopped for a moment as the man stopped and looked back. She now had a full view of his face, and a distinctive one it was at that. Three ragged lines made their way down his face, scars that for her served as markers. Pulling her hood closer to covering more of her face she his in the shadows, looking everywhere but her target.

Prospero grinned crazily as the girl, Corva, accepted his offer. Taking off towards the brotherhood he motioned for her to follow him. Deciding to make small talk he asked,"So how is Venice treating you?"

Seeing the entire altercation going down Jane snapped her head around to look. She groaned at the sight of another BLU sniper to try and fend off. Running over she aimed a shot to the Sniper's back and hit him to at least distract him from the Medic so that the RED's could score.

OOC: Sorry for the inactivity! Yesterday was my birthday and today I am travelling so I will post when and if I can! Sorry again!

[Center]Beneath the foggy, smokey, haze
Comes the memories of summer days
The memories of a circus unlike any other
Unearthly wonders that hide behind the covers
The spotlights now seem blinding
As now you find that your contract is binding [/align]

Welcome to the Circus! Not just any circus, any mundane fool can throw one of those together. No I'm talking about THE Circus, the one that has been around since Circuses first started. The ringleaders are always on the look out for new talent and are constantly trading performers with each other. There are 7 main ringleaders who travel around the Earth through time picking up those who they deem worthy to join their respective circus. So things have been going pretty well for the past hundred years, the circuses go to their locations, put on a show and profit. Only this time one of the ringleaders have gone rogue and have started taking out the other Circuses. Now what's the problem with this guy? It's that the ringleader's aren't essentially human per say. For one they are immortal and two they possess special powers making them almost as powerful as a small god. When one of them decides to go rogue it can only mean bad news.

Now where do you come in? Well you are a teen or young adult how seem to have lost their way in life when you stumble upon a small tent set up in the middle of the street that wasn't their before. Seeing as you have nothing else to lose you make your way into the tent. In the small space a person, who that person is depends on who you want it to be. Guy, girl,old, young. They offer you a chance, a chance to make something of yourself before your life ends, a chance to join the circus. Be warned though the contract is binding and the decision is final. They see something in you and they don't want you to waste your life in a dead end job withering away like that rest of society. So what do you chose?

You are joining the Circus under the Ringleader Genevieve Masons and her Circus called The Caged Bird. You will answer to her and her alone as you prepare yourself for the upcoming war between Circuses. Although you are indeed new here you still have your role in the Caged Bird whether it be as a magician, an acrobat, a clown, or even a lion tamer.

Rules!

FORM

Age: 16
Domain: Dollmaker's Domain
Appearance: With her cracked porcelain skin it would be easy to mistake her for a life size doll, however you wouldn't be entirely wrong on that point. While she is not as fragile as the porcelain of teapots or saucers if you were to touch her she would be as cool as such objects. Her features are perpetually painted on in a cold smile with frozen rosy cheeks and ice blue eyes. While her limbs are stronger than the usual porcelain they are still a good deal weaker than most other materials and under stressful circumstances she will risk shattering. Her body will heal but it takes time that one usually doesn't have. Her frame is very slim and rather weakly shaped. Her arms and legs being just thick enough to not look sickly. In addition to be slim she is also much smaller than the average person by a foot or two. Her hair, when straight, falls down to her upper back. She often keeps it curled and placed into an intricate bun at the nape of her neck. About her neck hangs a locket with an ornate horseshoe engraved on it. The locket itself is empty.
Personality: Despite her outer appearance she isn't cold to the bone. While she tends to speak in a cool manner her actions will sometimes betray her words and vice-versa. She can get very enthusiastic even if not outwardly so. Her interests had included studying Wonderland and it's people until she discovered that she herself was made out of porcelain and could no longer continue her travels for her own safety, like that really stops her though. Her speech has a similar accents to that of the Queen's English. She is at this point interested in helping herself and keeping herself safe.
For/Against Alice?: "I would say yes except for one small, minor detail. Yes, how does it benefit me?"
Are you mad?: "Depends on the definition." she says as she grins wickedly over her teacup.
Weapons: "I can't exactly enter the fray myself but I do prefer to do damage with my Clockwork Pistol. I would like to think that I am a darn good shot too."
Outfit:(Image or description.) It is an ice blue corseted dress that ends just below the knees and flares out with the help of her petticoats. In the back there is a wide, black satin bow that belts the dress and ties in the back. The ends of the bow stretch down to the bottom of the skirt. The sleeves of the dress are off the shoulder cap sleeves.
Special power from outfit: (ONLY ONE) Any finishing moves performed on enemies will result in her receiving a 5% fraction of their health.
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Username: littleisland
Activity level:(Out of ten) 7 out of 10 going to be a little busy for the next three days but other than that I will be on as often as possible.
Muse?: (Always high?.. etc.) I always have enough muse to get a post out
Other: " Madness Has Returned"!
Suggestions? Nope!

That's fine! What I mean by time period is when are they from. Like my character is from the 1920's someone else's could be from the present time or even the future.

Finally after resting for a while Jane stood up and walked over to the bathrooms to shower and actually clean her body from all the sweat and dust from not only the battles but the training she did herself.

Ooc: Sorry for the wait!

And the pitcher throws the ball!"

"The Boston Ospreys take the hit! Smith runs to first! Takes second! Heading to third folks and she has stopped there!"

Jane placed one hand on her knee in anticipation to take the next base, home. Her muscles tensed, she knew the opposing team would be gunning for her as she would launch off the base. Jamie Finch, who was up to bat, had an easy break. If Jane was to evade the catcher and the ball then the game was set. Osprey's won the opponents lost, she went home a happy camper. If Jamie or Jane got out then they were tied as it was the bottom of the ninth. Finally Jane heard the crack of the wood bat against the ball and she ran. Seeing the ball making its way from outfield to center she raced towards home.

"Jane! What on earth am I going to do with you?"

"Look, Mom-"

"Don't 'look, mom', me! It has been six months since you dropped out of college and you are 18! Its a wonder I don't kick you out now!"

"Mom I found-"

"And you still insist on playing softball for the godd*mn women's rec team and for what!"

"Would you listen for one moment!" yelled Jane as she smacked her hands down on the wood of the table. It was late at night and their apartment was barren as it usually is. The strays that had made their home in the alleyway began howling at Jane's outburst. Taking a breath Jane placed her bat down by the wall and took a seat across from her mother. "I found a try out for a mercenary group and I'm thinking of going. Its like military stuff. They provide room and board and crap like that so I'll be out of your hair." Finishing her spiel she looked up at her mother who had taken a very somber glance at her daughter. "If it helps, ma, I was sent a letter about it..." trailing off Jan continued to look at her mother who replied,"When will you be leaving?"

"Tomorrow actually, I need to catch a plane to the base and all that for the aptitude testing."

"I guess I'll help you pack."

Dear Ms. Jane Smith,

We have been observing your actions and skills in the athletic field and have deemed you an acceptable candidate for our mercenary program due to your physical skills and your competitive nature.

You along with many other candidates have been selected for training in New Mexico for a position under Redmond Mann. We are required to tell you that there are limited positions available and that it is only if you meet our requirements that you will be able to fill one of the nine possible classes. You will be paid $5000 every month for your duties in addition to being provided room and board at the site.

If you wish to take up the offer, please meet my assistant and the other mercenaries-to-be in New Mexico airport on February 14, 8:00 PM Eastern Standard Time. There will be a plane in Boston for you that leaves at February 14, 2:00 PM Eastern Standard Time. Please also bring whatever you may need such as clothes and your weapons.

Sincerely,
Helen.

Across her neck hung a pair of silver dog tags that seemed to weigh her down. Her father had gone MIA before she was born and now it was Jane's turn to hold them as she boarded the plane. Her mother had been almost reluctant to let her daughter leave, worrying herself sick by fussing over Jane. "Hey, ma, don't worry!" said Jane jokingly as she tried to comfort her mom,"I'm a force of nature, I'll get in for sure! Just you wait an' see." Those had been her last words to her mother before giving the woman a long hug before climbing aboard the small plane.

Jane was slightly awestruck by the interior of the plane. She had never been flying before. Upon looking around she saw the other passengers looking at her and she swiftly took her seat. She had decided not to go to the tryouts in full workout gear and instead had worn weathered jeans and a loose red graphic tee, she didn't really believe in the whole dress for success shit. On the plane she was nervous, some of these people were literally trained to kill as part of their livelyhood and here she was. The softball player from Boston who had never even touched a gun before. In her bag she didn't really understand what it meant by packing a weapon so she had thrown in her best aluminum bat. Her mother on the other hand had brought out her father's gun and placed it in her suitcase. Just in case. Jane really had no idea what to expect, if even something as mundane as the plane taking off made her clench the seat in surprise and shiver in awe.

Yeah that sounds awesome!

((@Rexxy yeah that sounds great!
HeadPhoneKitteh I'm going to go with Afrikaans))

Jane was just about ready to smack the other Bostonian on the flight. He was boasting about his endeavors in the lady industry and the addition of more people to the flight only encourage his creative juices. This could be her chance, prove herself a formidable opponent just by telling this one to shut up. That he was giving Boston a bad name, throw in a couple of one liners and she'd be set. However as she stood up to say something the man was already silenced by a crazed looking man who had probably been in the military far past his prime. Refusing to look like she stood up for nothing Jane decided to make her trip to the bathroom.

Walking down the aisle she tried to ignore the eyes that flitted her way. They had made a stop in Australia to pick a few hard looking cousins and company. If the stereotype of Australians had any merit it was definitely proven with these two. They were making their way back over China, The Balkans, and the Middle East finally finishing with a few stops Europe. The last stop was in Paris, France. It was a place that Jane had dreamed of visiting, however not under these conditions. Despite the rowdy behavior on the plane there was an underlying stress, like everyone here had nothing and everything to lose.

Finally making her way to the bathroom she closed the door and switch the indicator to 'Occupied' and made her way to the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror. The freckles on her cheekbones accentuated her young age and her long reddish brown hair didn't really help. Taking a rubber band she decisively tied her hair back in an attempt to make herself look more mature. It didn't really work but every little bit helped, right?

Exiting the bathroom she shakily made her way back to her seat. The plane had hit a spot of turbulence and it was not treating Jane with any kindness as she struggled to make it to her seat without losing her balance.

Jane quickly decided to get out of the fray and rolled out of the way. Running a short distance she yelled to the Medic, "Hey! Doc! I'm open! Pass it!" She knew that she was quicker than the medic and the fight really wasn't budging in either direction. To break the stalemate she would hopefully catch the Intel and sprint back to base without getting tackled by the dozens of mercenaries on the way.

After sitting down in her seat and reasserting herself Jane felt a small tap at her shoulder. Barely resisting from flinching she turned to see the Australian girl, the one whose brother looked like the physical incarnation of Australia. The girl had aviators that were pushed to rest on Ber hair exposing the girl's eyes.

"The name's Terri. Terri Wither. You?"

Taking the hand Jane tried to sound confident despite the tenseness she felt in her bones,"Smith, Jane Smith. I, well I assume from accent that your from Australia right?"

Idiot! Jane thought to herself, she came on when the plane stopped in Sydney. Trying to calm herself down she just thought to herself, make small talk, that's all you have to do before you guys make it to France. Nervously she played with the dog tags around her neck hoping that Terri was better at conversation than she was.

"What did the letter say for you? Like y'know, why do they want you?"

Hunting? Aw man she was so out of her league. This Helen woman was nuts to pick a college drop out that played women's softball on a rec team. It wasn't even baseball, it was softball! Jane nodded at Terri's statement and said,"Yeah, for me she said something about my competitiveness. Something like that." The cabin tilted as the plane to make its descent towards Paris, France. "Who d'you think they are gonna pick up here? We have a smorgasbord of people on here already." Jane remarked slightly to herself and partially to Terri.

The other Bostonian had started his chatter again. This time he was on the subject of this French woman that he got cozy with. Jane knew for a fact that only way that that idiot could hook up with a woman like that would be if she was wither dead PR desperate enough to deal with motormouth over there. Rolling her eyes she pointed Ber thumb and the kid as thought to say, "Ugh, that guy!"

"Yeah," Jane murmured in agreement on the topic of the Frenchmen. Looking back over at the kid she shrugged, she wasn't crazy about him but she could bear him if they were forced to work together in the end. The plane had finally landed in Paris and was sitting in wait for the new passenger or passengers. Her ears perked up at Terri's question,"Yeah, I do a lotta softball and did track back in highschool. One of the few things I was actually good at." The man boarded the plane in a full on suit and tie making Jane herself feel uncomfortable in her worn jeans and shirt. Their employers were picking up all walks of life weren't they? "So what did you hunt in Australia? Never been there myself so I don't know what you got besides koalas, kangaroos, crocs and dingoes." Jane asked with a small laugh trying to not stare at the newest addition to this motley crew flight.

((Do you want to have it so that there are no masks yet until they actually get their roles? Like spy won't have a mask and neither will Pyro?

Also I think the first round of tests should be the aptitude tests with tests specific to each of classes and like trying out each of the weapons for each classes. This would be in addition to interview sessions with Ms. Pauling or someone and also completing minimal physical requirements like endurance, agility, and strength. ))

Bumping~

Accepted! I'm currently returning from vacation right now via car ride but when I get home I will post two minor characters that I won't rp with directly but will control. I like the drawing!

Jane had noticed Terri's reaction to the Frenchman and gave a small laugh,"He is a looker, ain't he? They don't make 'em like that back in Boston." Jane said after she was sure that the man was out of earshot. "And yup, you betcha I'm straight out of old Beantown itself! Boston, MA born and raised along with my three brothers and two sisters. They all moved out and left me behind since I was the youngest and all that." As Jane explained her origin she looked over at Terri cousin that she had pointed out. Despite them being cousins she could definitely see a family relationship if not just looks but in mannerisms,"I would a pegged you two as brother and sister if you didn't tell me he was your cousin." said Jane ducking back behind the chair as Terri's cousin nearly caught her staring.

Name/Title: The Catalyst / Faiska Panzer
Blood Color: Rust Orange
Age: 20 sweeps
Personality: Brash and outspoken it is no wonder that she is making her livelyhood spurring lowbloods to arms. She has a notion ingrained in her head that she has nothing to lose and therefore persists on making use of her not so silver-tongue. She despise highblood and does not restrict herself when speaking about them. Faiska has a prejudiced nature and she show no humility when it comes to her words.
Sufferer or Condescension: A freelancer who speaks for the Sufferer's cause but is not directly tied to him
Appearance: [img width=255 height=510]http://i39.tinypic.com/2uq0t3b.jpg[/img]
Character Flaws: Hypocrite, has no humility, acts without thinking
Background: She has grown up only knowing of the rebellion and learning of the Sufferer and his teachings. She travels much on her own attempting to incite riots by speaking out against the hemospectrum.
Name/Title: The Decipher / Anguis Mankel
Blood Color: Violet
Age: 465 sweeps
Personality: Narcissistic and proud about it. Don’t bother arguing with him because he will not listen, this troll believes no one’s word excepting his own and perhaps this is because of his inherent trust issues combined with his narcissistic personality. Around other trolls he is hostile and above all rude, the only way you might be able to wheedle a civil conversation from him to be of a higher blood, although that is probably only because he has to be. Either he’s right or you’re wrong. However don’t let this mentality fool you as he is much craftier than he seems.
Sufferer or Condesce: He is a commander for Her Royal Condescension and also functions as an interrogator when it comes to dealing with those involved in the rebellion.
Appearance: [img width=255 height=510]http://i39.tinypic.com/2ij3tht.jpg[/img]
Character Flaws: Arrogant, narcissistic, hard headed, stubborn, hot headed, megalomaniac
Background: He was born and raised in affluence and he has grown into exactly what he planned for. He is ignorant to what happens on the surface for the most part, however he truly is loyal to the Condescension and would obey her without a second thought. After all who would rebel against a perfect life?

How about for the plot we have Cetris and Anolis be paired up for a mission for the Condescension since my charrie needs the means to get to where ever the Condesce needs her to go and I am presuming your character can sail?

"Oh, jeez sorry to hear about your parents and all that. I never knew my father so I can kind of relate." Jane remarked as she jangled her dog tags with her hand. Noticing that Terri was still enamored with the Frenchman, Jane nodded off in the guy's direction and whispered to Terri,"Go say 'hi' then! Sooner or later your gonna have to say hi and let me tell you, the time to get to know your opposition is before the game starts." The plane was back in the air at this point and Jane stomach seemed to be performing in the gymnastic event at the Olympics. This job was her one chance to do something that was legitimately cool with her life and if she entered she could fight and not be killed. Her mind began to wander as she wondered what classes there would be and what would she actually qualify for. The letter had mentioned in an attachment that there would be the following tests in addition to basic physical testing; marksmanship, pyrotechnics, agility, specialized weaponry, engineering, stealth, medical expertise, and firearm testing. Jane had tried to cross off what she couldn't do and all she had been left with was agility and maybe stealth or marksmanship but then again she had never applied any of these to a battle situation and she had never fired a gun.

I'll start if you don't mind

Parchment rustled as the sharp scented wind blew through the wharf. Despite the troll's frequent visits to this place she still couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the stench of fish and salt that clung to the breeze. Her maps were stashed away in her bag, along with her journals and other materials. Her Royal Condescension's men had picked up on a rebelling happening in the south and had commissioned Cetris to perform recon on the surrounding area and find out how big the threat level was and who was involved. Cetris felt no qualms regarding the 'innocents' she turned in for culling, all that concerned her was her own well-being and at this point it was simply more convenient to not bite the hand that fed her unless she wanted to be put next on the list for the threshsecutions to cull. Gathering her long grey trenchcoat about her she approached one of the ships, recognizing the name one the hull to be the same of the ship she had been assigned. "Hello?" she called, her cerulean eyes flitted about looking for any signs of movement,"Is the captain aboard?"