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[color=#8C001A]Their True Name[/color]
Aristide Cosismus Memoli

[color=#8C001A]Their Stage Name[/color]
The Invincible Man

[color=#8C001A]Their Appearance[/color]
Aristide stands at 5’10”, with a lithe, muscular build, sharp green eyes, and flowing dark hair grown out to his tailbone. His skin is light, brought to a healthy tone thanks to exposure to the sun, and oddly flawless despite his years working for the circus- something that he attributes to his power. He’s wildly expressive, face flitting between anger or content or satisfaction oftentimes within the hour, and leaving him very much an open book.

Even when not performing, Aristide has a flair for the flamboyant in his outfits. He weaves hairpins and bits and pieces of gold and metal into his hair, wears coats lined with fur, and silken gloves. He wears shirts left unbuttoned just so in a way to show off the peak of his chest, fine leather trousers, and, even without counting his hair accessories, wears a gaudy amount of jewelry. Rings, necklaces, bracelets- he even keeps a ruby earring stuck to his earlobe. 
When on stage, however, it gets even worse. He tends to go completely shirtless, tight pants (to show that there are no tricks, or so he claims, even though it’s clear enough that he just enjoys showing off), and body paint depicting odd sorts of patterns across his chest. 
The jewelry stays, though. 

[color=#8C001A]The Date they Joined the Circus[/color]
December 2nd, 1844

[color=#8C001A]The Act[/color]
Oddly enough for Aristide’s...rather eccentric personality, he possesses the power of healing. This ability allows him to not only heal others, but himself as well, offering him an enhanced regenerative ability that’s kept him from meeting a shallow grave in the dirt more than once. Due to being the direct source of his own healing, Aristide’s regenerative abilities are stronger than his healing- allowing him to heal at an astonishing rate. That isn’t to say that his healing of others is anything to scoff at, however. If the body can heal it, Aristide can induce it, at the expense of his own energy. He can’t restore the nerves of a damaged spine, but he can heal gashes and broken bones with ease- although if the bone isn’t set, it will heal in a...less than pleasant way. 

Aristide puts this power to use in his act often as “The Invincible Man”, repeatedly letting himself get shot, mauled, maimed, burned, and other various stunts- only to come out seemingly without a scratch. He tends to experiment often in his act, taking a certain pleasure in having so many eyes on him at once, watching his every move. 

His compulsion is that he has to follow through with any and all promises that he makes. 

[color=#8C001A]Why they Joined the Circus.[/color]
To escape from the life he once had with his sister, to become a person who was allowed their own will, and to get his hands dirty and live it up until he was ash and bone. 

[color=#8C001A]Their Biography[/color]
The Memolis were a family that flourished in the city of Lucca, Italy, long before Italy had even come to exist. The household was well-off, consisting of several children, and an apparently loving set of parents that, while showing favoritism to some sons and daughters over the others, were still loving nonetheless.

However, while they were loving, they were most certainly not the most...gentle towards their children.

Neither Elizabeth nor Aristide speak much about what their home life was like. If Library is asked, she’ll either shoot the question down, or rattle off completely irrelevant facts until the questioner gets bored. If Aristide is asked, he’ll immediately become temperamental and moody (at least, more so than usual) until the subject is dropped. One thing is for certain, however- the heavy scarring on Library’s body says quite a bit. The most they’ll confess is that they weren’t the favorites of the family, that they were often left to their own devices, and that the circus offered a far better environment than what their home once was. 

[color=#8C001A]Their Connections[/color]
Aristide tends not to have many friends within the circus grounds- partly due to an inclination to keep people at a distance after so many have been lost, and partly due to the fact that he is, put quite bluntly, a bit of a prick. He’s loud, incredibly vain, and has a ruthless streak about a mile wide. Those who do manage to earn a soft spot in his eyes are often the targets of insults and jeers as much as most others, although he does tend to back off (albeit while huffing), if they end up visibly upset. He tends to prioritize these soft spots more than his other teammates.

Him and Library have a bit of an...odd relationship. They tend to throw barbs and insults at each other on a regular basis, and slow little to no affection to each other. However, Aristide can regularly be found nagging Library to eat or take care of herself, or bringing her meals in between complaints of how helpless she is. 

[color=#8C001A]Their Audition[/color]
“And we present to you today, the one, the only, The Invincible Man!”

Library couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little at that. She sat among the scores of the oblivious, dressed in her “civilian” clothes. It was her lunch break, and seeing that she rarely actually ate on a proper schedule, she had decided to duck out to watch a few of the acts while she was free. It had been a good few years since she had seen some of them, and it seemed like it could be interesting to see how the acts had changed as of late. 

However, the act currently on wasn’t exactly to her interest.

She watched as Aristide sauntered forth, giving a particularly saucy wink towards a crowd of college girls in the front before bowing front and center. With a wave of his hand, a iron maiden was wheeled to the front, left to hang open in front of the gawking crowd.

“This, my dear, sweet audience,” he announced, “is an iron maiden. Fresh from the medieval era, and as sharp as the day it was made.” To emphasize his point, Aristide rested a finger upon one of the spikes, and then deftly yanked it downwards. With a smug smile, he turned, walking up to the front-seaters and parading the wound around for all to say. Coaxing them to confirm that the wound was, in fact, very much real. Once pleased with the feedback, Aristide lifted the digit to his mouth, ran his tongue leisurely across it, and then returned to the iron maiden. 

“My assistants will be enclosing me inside this little death trap for a good...mmm. Let’s say a full minute. A full minute. And when I come out, I will be in perfect health. How does that sound?” His smirk only grew at the roars of the crowd.

With the confidence of someone who had done this many times before, Aristide stepped inside, turned around, and let the other carnies shut him in.

It didn’t take long before the maiden began to leak- a pool of blood spilling from its cracks, and growing wider with every moment.

There were screams.

Murmurs, worried murmurs, or skeptical ones.

And then the minute was up.

The iron maiden was opened, to reveal a...perfectly fine, if not particularly bloody, Aristide. 

Stepping away from the mess, Aristide gave a full, elegant bow, his eyes lifting up to Library as he lowered himself. In a particularly, admittedly childish gesture, she proceeded to flip him off- something that she could see annoyed him, but something he didn’t let break his stride as he soaked up the praise of the audience. 

He was just so humble.

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