here's a wip, because i feel like i've been taking too long. it's [i]mostly[/i] done, just connections and audition left

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Her True Name
[i]Shiro LeBlanc[/i]

Her Stage Name
[i]Baby Vamp[/i]

The Date she Joined the Circus
[i]April 1st, 1929[/i]

Her Act
[i]Knife Thrower[/i]

Her Compulsion 
[i]“It’s a tragedy, really. I’ve been shooting since the moment I could hold a gun; it’s practically in my blood! At this point, I just feel naked without packing some iron. But, as per my deal with the Ringleader, I can’t use any guns until my contract’s over. Though, I’ve gotta say, knives have steadily grown on me over the years.”[/i]

Her Powers
[i]“Perfect Projectile Precision! In layman’s terms, I never miss. Does wonders for the whole knife-throwing act! Woulda been really useful a little earlier, though.”[/i]

Why she Joined the Circus. 
[i]“Hah, well this is a little embarrassing. I, uh, joined to avoid getting arrested. See, the Treasury Department was cracking down on the family business, and my folks told me to run. Was really the only option; what I’d done up ’til then would get me put away for life at the very least. So, heh, I ran off to join the circus. Never found out what happened to my parents. Guess it’s too late now, huh?”[/i]

Her Biography
[i]“So, You wanna hear my story, eh? Well, sit down, let me tell you the tale of La Victoire.

It all started in 1900, when my parents immigrated from France and set up this nice little boulangerie in St. Louis that they called La Victoire. I grew up in the apartment above the restaurant. Life was great, business was booming, and I got fresh-baked bread every morning. We would have been just fine if not for… well, a few things.

I was real young at the time, so details are practically nonexistent, but I know that food shortages during the Great War were a real blow to restauranteurs, my folks included. They just couldn’t get the ingredients to make everything they needed, because it was all going towards the war effort. The only thing keeping us in the black was the wine we had stored in the basement — had to be enough to drown a horse.

Then came Prohibition. The last lifeline La Victoire had was illegalized. I actually remember this pretty well. When my parents found out, they were crushed. That didn’t last long, though, as my old man came up with a solution. He turned the restaurant into a speakeasy.

Soon, business was up again and my parents were raking in plenty of dirty money. Of course, dirty money attracts flies, so I took it upon myself to beat some sense into anyone who came sniffing around. Eventually, I impressed my dad enough and he let me come along as extra muscle on trips to pick up the bootleg. See, the illicit liquor business is a competitive one, and “competition” in this case means groups of hoods carrying Tommy guns.

It’s a good thing Dad taught me to shoot when I was a kid; none of his other runners could hit the Mississippi River if they were drowning in it!

And, well, in those few years I was running for my old man, I did some bad stuff. You, uh, definitely don’t want to hear about that. Don’t ask, alright? Anyway, I racked up quite the reputation during that time.

Then, I don’t know how, maybe one of our competitors called in a tip, maybe we were careless, but the Treasury Department caught wind of La Victoire and raided the place. My mom practically pushed me out the ground floor window and I ran and just kept on running until I found the Circus.

Gotta say, it’s weird that I haven’t aged a day in almost ninety years, but modern life’s treating me well! If I could go back and change things, well, I don’t know if I would.”[/i]
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