The fortune teller and knife thrower CS that are under construction. Wasn't so sure if 2 chars were allowed so I'll just post these two and see which one you'd prefer! If 2 chars are allowed then I'll play both, but the other might be put into action at a later time. [s]Juggling a couple of RPs at once is difficult.[/s]

Note: Under lined areas are parts still to be constructed properly.

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Name: Charlotte

Sex: Female

Description: [hider][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/sRtHWQv.jpg?1[/img][/center][/hider]

Date Inducted: Along the 1600s

Role: Fortune Teller

Offensive Power:
[list][*]Clairvoyance - Compared to her circus act's future foreseeing which is of vague nature, when used offensively in combat against hostile characters, enables her to clearly see [u]5 or 10 seconds[/u] [u](will change to either if too under/over powered)[/u] into the future around her direct premises which provides tactical advantage.
[*]Healing/Offensive Potions and Charms - Brews potions that are capable of healing or harming an individual, and creates charms that may help boost fortune or specific status of an individual.[/list]

[u]Biography:[/u]

Centuries ago when Charlotte was an average human being, she practiced some sort of medicine created out of herbs and other vegetation to help the ill. At the time, she had not practiced any form of "witchcraft" spells, merely relying on earthly materials and little charms she made just to boost her morale. Her interest at the side of medicine was in discovery of the unknown and possibilities the future held, curious of the composition of matter, how they can interact with the other, the outcome of certain events and such. Thus she created various medicines and treatments of sorts through this curiosity, results of experiment after experiment. The people were grateful of her services but did not utter any word on their worry of the girl's eccentricity and how they were cured of their sickness as if by "witchcraft".

One day, a circus visited their simple town, showcasing a variety of fantastic tricks to bring laughter and smiles to the townspeople, including Charlotte, the curious one. The flawless performance of such dangerous acts intrigued her greatly on how they were able to pull them off so magnificently to the point of resulting her in approaching the crew after show hours. With the interest being evident with the countless questions she threw at the crew member, he spilled the secret of his talent. Charlotte was astonished into complete silence. [i]Power[/i]. Gained just by a contract with the one he calls "[i]The Keeper[/i]".

Upon returning home to her household, her mind was plagued by the thoughts of what the circus member had told her earlier. Was it not considered witchcraft? If so, how were they able to escape the clutches of the witch trials? Is it worth serving The Keeper for eternity for keeping such power? If she had the chance to earn such power... Her train of thought was interrupted abruptly by a late night visitor, inquiring for a cure to a common illness. Charlotte being half absent minded while reaching for the compound in a dimly lit room, her hands grasped on the wrong bottle, a substance still undergoing experimentation. As the patient, who was accompanied by a family member, drank the liquid and reacted oddly before she collapsed on the floor with a loud thud, body covered in awkward colors and face in pure pain.

[i]A shriek.[/i] "A witch! A witch! Charlotte was a wicked witch after all!" Being a simple, small town, the shriek and screaming of the woman echoed throughout the vicinity. Not long after, the villagers were out of their homes with burning torches and weapons of sorts, from pitchforks to knives. The accused maiden immediately sprinted out of her house and out of the town with a heavy guilt in her heart, there was only one place she could only think of seeking refuge at the moment, the circus. It hadn't been too long before the circus had left, if she hurried, she could hope to catch up to them. If her fate was to be sealed by the burning, crimson flames for a misunderstood accusation, she would rather give up her freedom. After what seemed to be like forever of running and heavy panting, a light from lamp hanging from a carriage illuminated through the darkness and carriage wheel noises were heard not too far away. Her arm reached forward as she neared, her vision started to blur after she felt a warm grasp on her arm, and the rest was history.

Other:

Orientation: Straight, but may have romantic feelings for any individual if piqued romantically
Nationality: [u]European descent, likely English[/u]
Likes:
[list][*]Flowers, herbs and vegetation in general
[*]White "Witchcraft" (more of healing and supportive kind)
[*]Exploring of the unknown[/list]
Dislikes:
[list][*]Interruption during her clairvoyance
[*]People who do not heed her warning of their future
[*]Being discriminated as a witch[/list]

Audition:

A thin mist wrapped around the two in a dimly lit tent, its only light source being colorful, circular lamps of sorts. The maiden with violet tresses and mysterious aura about her intently concentrated her gaze on the crystal orb atop the table. Was she actually able to see things in the glass ball? It had been dead silent for a couple of minutes now, what exactly was she seeing? The man's interest was piqued when the female fortune teller showed clear signs of shock, the widely opened purple eyes and the flinching from out of nowhere. Before he could inquire her of what was it that she had seen, her purple orbs gazed up directly into his eyes as her lips parted to speak, [color=92278f]"Sir... I do not mean to frighten you, but do listen to me carefully. Your near future is shrouded in total [i]darkness[/i] after a flash of crimson. By this, I mean it does not hold good fortune for you and perhaps I can offer you this to ward off any foul omen."[/color]

The man left the fortune teller's tent with a charm in his hand which had a bell and a peculiar logo imprinted on it. Skepticism were written all over his face as he stomped away in disbelief out of the circus grounds. That lady must be mad, he thought, as his life had always been in the right direction, all the riches any commoner would want were at the palm of his hands. Yet she told him otherwise to his face, preposterous. He had hoped of a fun 'charade' of clairvoyance from the maiden, the man hadn't believed in such non-sense to begin with after all. Out of annoyance, he threw the charm on the ground and stormed away to his vehicle. That was such a waste of time, it was slightly entertaining while it lasted at least. As he drove away, he stopped his vehicle at the stop light of the crossroad with a slope and brought up his phone to ring an acquaintance.

Being too busy with earphones at his ears to listen to what the person on the line was saying, what the man didn't notice was that a run away truck was sliding down the slope behind him at a great speed, gained from the momentum of the slope. Civilians who saw what was about to happen screamed and shouted at the man, only to have him notice a second too late. [i]CRASH[/i]. A scene of dancing crimson flames was the last sight he saw.
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[hider=Jack the Ripper]
Name: _________ (a.k.a. Jack the Ripper) [u](Official name still to be given)[/u]

Sex: Male

Description: [hider][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/Y9z7VMF.jpg?1[/img][/center][/hider]

Date Inducted: Late 1888

Role: Knife Thrower

[u]Offensive Power:[/u]
Knife Manipulation - Capable of movement manipulation of knives [u]he has come in contact with[/u] (may or may not be removed), [u]within a 10m radius[/u] (needs to consider if over powered) around the user using his mind and hand gestures.

[u]Biography:[/u] A short, 2-5 paragraph biography. Chiefly, why was your character inducted into the Circus? What was s/he willing to trade for this power? Did you demand something in return for your service to The Keeper?

Other:

Orientation: Straight, but difficult to move him in such a way after the betrayal
Nationality: English
[u]Likes:
Dislikes:[/u]

Audition:

"The next performance, our very own knife thrower will determine the fate of this fair lass with dozens and dozens of sharp knives! One hit from any of them isn't gonna end pretty! A round of applause!" The announcer raised his arm to direct the audience's eyes to the blond man with a knife in each of the spaces between his fingers on one hand. The little girl seated at the audience box clapped as hard as she could, thrilled and nervous for the lady being strapped onto the circular board. 'All of these circus people are trained professionals, they'll never make any mistakes!', the girl convinced herself such.

As the knife thrower raised his hand with short, glimmering metal, he picked out one of them with his other hand and flicked his wrist in a quick motion as it flew towards the lady. The little girl's heart thumped loudly, she swore she could hear them loud and clear at that moment as she clenched her fist and other hand wrapped around it tightly in anxiety, as tight as her eyes shut closed at the deciding moment. [i]THUD.[/i] Her blue eyes peeked open, to see that the knife had pierced the wooden board. But it wasn't over yet, after the first throw, the grinning knife thrower threw knives one after the other in quick movements. [i]THUD. THUD. THUD.[/i]

The crowd, along with the young child clapped loudly at the performance, none of the knives have made their way on the girl's skin or clothing. Just when the performer had ran out of knives between his fingers and everything was over, he took out a couple more from a hidden compartment of his jacket and snapped his fingers. An assistant approached the wooden board with the young lady and spun the wooden board like some sort of wheel of fortune but in this case, it was a wheel of misfortune. The audience and the little girl gasped loudly at the escalation of the danger that entailed the poor lady on the wooden board. To top it off, the knife thrower teasingly covered his eyes with the palm of his other hand. The child couldn't take the thrill and covered her eyesight with her little hands. [i]THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.[/i] ... Suddenly, a loud, roaring applause.

Upon uncovering her eyes once more, the little girl's eyes immediately darted towards the wooden board with the lady. And she was safe. A splendid performance! The risks were high yet the knife thrower pulled it off! The lady on the wooden board was released as she and the knife thrower both took a bow together. The child clapped as hard as she could, amazed at the talent the blond man had. There was nowhere else in the world she could see a show such as this, and a memorable one at that.
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