Their True Name-Blake Marshall

Their Stage Name-Ice King

Their Appearance [img]https://a.wattpad.com/cover/58873384-288-k762527.jpg[/img]

The Date they Joined the Circus-May 13th, 2017

The Act they perform when not on the combat team-Ice sculptor.

Compulsion-He can't have any part of his skin in direct sunlight.

Why they Joined the Circus-Blake felt that was where life was directing him to go.


Their Biography-Blake never was never a very masculine guy.  Arts and literature were the most important things with sports  not even on his radar.  His parents didn't approve of the activities he found to be fun.  So they tried to get him to try out for sports and nudge him away from what they didn't like.  Nudging turned to pushing which then turned into one sided yelling.  Coming to the conclusion that him and his parents would probably never see eye to eye Blake decided to head out on his own.  After packing up some belongings and stealing some money Blake left to see where life would take him.  After a few weeks of traveling Blake came across a traveling circus and while enjoying the festivities he was approached by the ringmaster.

Their Connections-Need to talk to others first.

Their Audition-I took my kid outside of the main tent after the wonderful display of feats by the main preformers.  [color=007236]"Let's look around a little more but then we need to go back home."[/color]  The kids tried to get their dad to stay longer but he didn't budge.  

Near the edge of the carnivalcarnival stood a tent with a sigh that read "Ice Kings lair.  Enter at your own pace.".  The father lead his daughter to the tent and looked inside.  In the tent was dozens of figurines made of ice on display with a single pale young man.  [color=6ecff6]"Please, come in and look around."[/color]  The guy said while beckoning us in.  I entered the tent with my little girl and started to look at the ice sculptures.  The air inside the tent was only slightly cooler then outside but didn't seem to affect any of the sculptures.

Every ice figure I examined had incredible detail for their size.  Each one was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and none of them had any price tags or label on them.  Suddenly I heard a voice right next to me.  [color=6ecff6]"If you're wondering how much they are they are not for sale.  I will allow you to take one of your choosing.  And no I didn't read your mind.  It's just that that is most often what I get asked first."[/color]

Before I could respond I hear a gasp from my daughter and something hit the ground.  I look over to see an ice horse broken on the dirt floor of the tent but before I could apologize the man just laughs and walks towards my daughter.  She looks up to the stranger with tears starting to form.  [color=f6989d]"I am sorry"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"It's OK.  No need to cry little one."[/color]  He picks up the pieces and holds them in his palm.  [color=6ecff6]"Watch this."[/color] He says.  Placing his other hand over the broken horse, pressed his hands together and then lifted it to reveal the horse intact.  My daughter clapped as I tried to figure out how he did that.  He grabs a small plastic container and stand and puts the horse in it.  [color=6ecff6]"Take this as a token of change.  Even if things seem dark and gloomy now they will change for the better.  I'm sure of it"[/color]

I take the gift and look it over.  [color=007236]"C'mon sweetie.  Thank the man and let's go home."[/color]  The girl said her goodbyes as well started to leave.  [color=6ecff6]"Don't forget it will only last a little over two hours before you have to freeze it again.[/color]