[s]Taking the hundredth post for my own character.[/s]

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[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]True Name:[/b][/colour] [colour=2E2C2D]Take a look in the mirror, what do you see?[/colour]
[indent]Jay Alvarez[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Stage Name:[/b][/colour]
[indent]The Ringmaster's Pet[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Appearance:[/b][/colour]
[indent]A short boy, of about five foot two, boasting odd, red eyes and short, blond hair, either natural or dyed. He sports a fair, if not pale, complexion, and a slim figure, though the validity of his appearance is up in the air. Thanks to the nature of his role in the Circus, he doesn't find himself needing to wear any specialised or specific outfits, and thus is typically seen running around wearing casual clothing of varying colours and styles, and a new pair of animal ears everyday. The times when his stall is running, though, are the only real times he dresses anywhere near properly, and thus is often seen in a shirt, tie, sweater and blazer, in an attempt to give himself a more formal look.[/indent]
[colour=2E2C2D]A world on fire, as plain as can be.[/colour]
[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]The Date they Joined the Circus:[/b][/colour]
[indent]Jay is something of a new addition, having only done so in the last fifty years. The official date his contract commenced was the 14th of April, 1972.[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Act:[/b][/colour]
[indent]The nature of the Circus is one to appear one day and vanish the next. To deal with the workload that is moving such a large operation, Jay can almost be called indispensable - because what Circus is complete without animals? Despite being most uncommon in the modern era to utilise a variety of exotic creatures in shows, Jay makes it entirely possible, without the need to even have said creatures to begin with. Most shows involving animals of a large size will have him directly involved, effectively making him the "Beastmaster" of the Circus, although he prefers to think of himself as the Ringmaster's Pet. Not of all of the creatures in the Circus are imaginary, though - we're looking at you Snek Boi - but for the most part, their entire stock of animals is completely illusory. [colour=2E2C2D]Do you like that sound, as the rain begins to patter?[/colour][/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Power:[/b][/colour]
[indent]A tried and true Illusionist, Jay's power as bestowed upon him by the contract is one to meddle with the mind. This ability allows him to alter the senses of those around him, enabling complete control over what they see, hear, taste, feel and smell, though he primarily utilises the former two. It is this ability that allows him to act as the Beastmaster of the Circus - he can conjure creatures within the minds of the audience, and even his fellow performers, to give them a fantastic show, without much effort on anyone's part, nor breaking any guidelines on the keeping of animals.[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Compulsion:[/b][/colour]
[indent]Jay is under the compulsion of [b]"You must follow your duty whatever the cost."[/b] While it sounds to be a simple command, it observes many criteria. His "Duty" may change at any time, and therefore he must constantly be aware of what it is, and follow it without hesitation. If his duty is to slay a Daemon, he must do so no matter what; if his duty is to survive a battle, he must do so - even if that means leaving behind one of his fellows; if his duty was to ensure the survival of the team, nothing could get in his way to do so. At its heart, it is a compulsion that any man should follow anyway, but the extents to which it may force him to go leave him as a potential liability, or even danger, in the field of combat.[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Why they Joined the Circus:[/b][/colour]
[indent]A once lost boy. A once abandoned boy. A once abused boy. There are many ways to interpret the story of his arrival. Once upon a time, he was offered a position. The person he met that day was so wonderful. They had a radiance to them unmatched by anything he had seen in the short life he had lived up unto that point. He wanted to touch it, and take hold of it, and relish in that radiance. That person didn't need to offer him anything, and he merely took the powers as a formality of the contract. He could tell, from the word go, this was where he belonged, in the light of that man. A once abused boy. A once abandoned boy. A once lost boy. A once lonely boy, given new life.[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Biography:[/b][/colour]
[indent]Sometimes, people get hurt. Pain is a natural thing in day to day life; one experiences it day in, day out, but nobody ever gets used to it. Through millions of years of evolution, it has been drilled into the brain to flee when pain becomes too much. When the body is in danger, it will attempt to retreat. Nobody wants to be in danger. Sometimes, people stand and face their pain, and the thing that puts them in danger. But that can put a person in even more danger than they were in before. 

For a child, even running away from pain can be difficult. Especially when they have been educated not to. You mustn't run off, you mustn't leave our side. But he managed it. He escaped, but then where would he go? Without a home he had nowhere. There wasn't a single place that was safe, not if there was a chance that they could find him there. And so he did the next best thing, and took off in a direction, hoping at least to find somewhere where someone would be willing to help. 

And find someone who could help he did, but not in the natural sense of the word. For he found him. That man, that beautiful man, full of radiance and light and wonder. From the moment he met him, the world began to feel right again. And then he offered him a contract, to join their troop and combat the world's evils, as a group. What possessed him to do so, he wasn't sure; maybe it was his appearance, or maybe he saw something inside of him. But he was willing to help him, to give him a place to belong. He couldn't say no. [colour=2E2C2D]For when the storm comes, every mirror will shatter.[/colour][/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Connections:[/b][/colour]
[indent]Jay is often considered the "Wildcard" of the group, partly in thanks to his personality, and partly thanks to his Compulsion. He is lively, energetic, and has a hard time doing nothing at all. As a recent addition, he isn't the most familiar in combat yet, and thus can be seen as a liability to the group on combat excursions, although he never lets their opinions prevent his from joining in and having fun. His inability to take situations seriously can occasionally draw the ire of his fellows, and he is quite a handful regardless, but nobody can say that he isn't fun to be around.

His relationship with the Ringmaster would likely be the most notable, the first point of which being that he often refers to himself as their Pet. He looks up to them like some kind of God, or another variant important figure, and attempts to be by their side whenever he can be. While the reverence he holds them in may not be unfounded, it can come across as slightly odd considering the degree of the obsession.[/indent]

[colour=MediumVioletRed][b]Audition:[/b][/colour]
[indent]Deep in the heart of the Carnival, tucked off to the side of the bustle as though it were a secret, uncharted area of the festivities, resides a lone stall, a rarity even among the troupe itself. With much of his time spent dealing with the main show, to see his corner of paradise set up was an unexpected thing indeed. He wasn’t one to do isolated shows like the one that would be held inside.

Behind the curtained entrance and tent walls of the stand, isolated from the outside world, a single band of people stand, overlooking a small table, with a short boy, bearing bright blonde hair, smiling gaily towards them. His demeanour evidenced that his establishment received few customers; his joy towards the chance to entertain people was closer to a small child on Christmas morning that a worker of a Carnival. The group almost turned tail and left, in pursuit of better and more interesting attractions to partake in.

[colour=MediumVioletRed]”Wait waitwaitwait! I wanna show you something cool!”[/colour] His voice echoed out through the tent, causing the group to look back towards him. With their attention on him, he pulled a hat from beneath his table, and like any ordinary and commonplace magician, pulled from out within a dove. That was the final straw. Clearly, the little boy was merely given a place on the Carnival to entertain his fascinations and delusions of being a magician. Who knew, perhaps he was the child of one of the Carnivals owners? Whatever the reasons for his stalls existence, his act was nothing to be interested or impressed by. There would be more fascinating stalls just around the corner.

But that was the trap he had laid.
[b][colour=MediumVioletRed]”It’s not nice just walk away from someone.”[/colour][/b] his voice echoed around the room, just as the man in front went to push aside the curtains. Except there were no curtains. His hand brushed against cold stone. Slowly, his audience turned back, to find the barrier that was the table between them had vanished. Instinctively, they each took a step back. And then he had them.

With a flourish, he reached into the air, and gripped it as though clutching a handle. Their eyes settled upon his fist intently, as he drew it across the air, as though removing a blade from its scabbard for combat. But that was impossible, right? First the handle began to appear, and then the guard, and then the blade, glinting from the candle light making up the tents illumination. Their eyes were ablaze with a kind of fear only observed within those trapped, and facing death. The kind of fear only humans could display, as their eyes flicked across the air to watch the blade be pulled from nowhere. He gave a practice swing, simply for emphasis, and carved The top from one of the candles - letting it slide down with the hot wax to land against the fabric of the tent.

[b][colour=MediumVioletRed]”Run.”[/colour][/b] his speech was cold, closer to ice than true sound, and in their panic the group turned towards the curtain and attempted to push their way through, only to fall out onto dirt. Their eyes fell of the Carnival they had just left, mere moments ago, only to find it deserted - no people, no light. An empty, desolate, and ruined stretch of land, comprised of burned and tattered tents, and churned up soil, the stench of death permeating the skeletal ruins of "fun". Trees had been toppled onto varying structures, and the remnants of a fight still lingered in the long abandoned waste.

And then it vanished. The world they stood in, the things they had seen, it was all gone. The blonde haired boy sat smiling behind a table, just as a dove flew past their heads, and out the cloth curtains behind them into the night air. The sounds of a lively Carnival resonated within their eardrums. One by one they staggered out from the small tent, which sat in the heart of the Carnival yet off to the edge in a strange way; they didn’t bothering to ask the boy what had happened nor how it was done. They simply left, bewildered and afraid, with an experience in their hearts that they could never come to forget.[/indent]
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