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[color=#b763d4][b]Name:[/b][/color] Aurélie Bellerose 

[color=#b763d4][b]Sex:[/b][/color] Female 

[color=#b763d4][b]Description:[/b][/color] While slim, Aurélie is lean and well-muscled. She stands around 5'10''. Her skin is lightly spotted with freckles and is slightly tan as well after hours toiling under the sun. Her body is a canvas of scars and burns that tells a story of hardship. Aurélie has an oval face with defined cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, and a sturdy jaw line. Her lips are full and with a cupids bow. Her cloudy blue eyes are in a rounded almond shape that are emphasized by her double eye-lids. She keeps her chocolate-brown hair long and flowing when not performing and when performing it is kept into a back braid crown. 

[color=#b763d4][b]Date Inducted:[/b][/color] 1900s

[color=#b763d4][b]Role:[/b][/color] Acrobat

[color=#b763d4][b]Offensive Power:[/b][/color] 
- Enhanced agility/reflexes, strength, and endurance: Self-explanatory. 
- Butterfly Galore: She can change any part of her body into butterflies.
- Man-Eating Butterflies: Flesh eating butterflies. They are completely black in color. 
- Blade Mastery: Skilled with knives, swords, blades, and the like. 

[color=#b763d4][b]Biography:[/b][/color] Aurélie is an orphan. She was abandoned in an alley-way in a small rural town. She was put up for adoption and has since then juggled around foster homes. She was a pretty quiet and sullen kid. After all, she thought no one loved her. Long story short, most of the households she lived in were abusive both verbally and physically. She still bears many mental and physical scars from those horrendous memories but Aurélie doesn't let it get to her. (Well, she tries.)

When she turned 10, she became part of a large circus family. All of the sudden, Aurélie had eleven siblings! This was probably the point where she began to develop her wings. That sad little child began to grow more out-going and friendly. Her parents eventually let her become and trained her as an acrobat. She became more prettier as the seasons passed, and all of the sudden, she was of marriageable age. 

It was the norm for girls her age to marry but Aurélie didn't want to. She ran away from home and came across the Keeper. His offer was tempting and too good to be sure, but Aurélie accepted anyways. 

[color=#b763d4][b]Other:[/b][/color] 
- Nationality: French.
- Loves dancing.

[color=#b763d4][b]Audition:[/b][/color]  

[i]"Mother told me that everyone is like a butterfly. They start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves. But I don't think I'm like that at all..."[/i]

The lights flickered on and the audience's eyes were drawn to the lone figure poised on a tight rope. The lithe acrobat's lips pulled up into a charming smile as she waved to the crowds. She then cartwheeled a few times on the line with ease, eliciting a round of applause. The acrobat continued to perform a variety of tricks on the line that seemed impossible. At one point, she was balancing with only one hand! She would tease the crowd, purposefully falling only to regain her balance and such. 

Of course, she wasn't the only one performing. There were other acrobats and assistants to help spice up the performance. An assistant threw up a blade, which Aurélie caught with ease. She skillfully swirled the weapon around, a skill she obtained when she first joined this circus. She threw it up in the air, twirling around before catching it again with her legs. The crowd's roars were deafening - some of the people had their eyes covered while others stared on in awe. 

The blood in her veins sang in joy. Aurélie lived for this - the cheers and the thrill. But the show would have to eventually end. She went limp and fell, this time for real. Before she hit the ground, a horde of colorful butterflies magically appeared out of thin air before fluttering away. The crowds eyes searched the ground for a mangled body, only to find none! One could only reason that it was the work of a magician.

A little girl in the crowd stood on her tippy-toes, tears welling up when she realized that the pretty acrobat had disappeared. A butterfly landed on the girl's shoulder, soon joined by the others, and Aurélie appeared. "Mon chérie, why do you cry?" She whispered, patting the girl's head. The girl gasped, turning around only to be greeted by another flurry of butterflies. She would forever remember the soft-spoken acrobat, as graceful and short-lived as a butterfly. [/hider]