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Circus of The Supernatural

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Circus of The Supernatural

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Circus of The Supernatural

Definitely not bandwagoning off the dialogue style character sheets

Here's my ring to toss, let me know if there's any changes or anything that you guys would like made! I'm more than happy to work with you guys if you see anything you don't like!

Riley H. Marco

"Hey, I'm Riley Marco, but around here they call me the Serpent Prince."



"Nice to meet you Riley, I'm Mr. Smith and I'll be conducting the interview, let's start with you Joined the Circus?"

"November 21st, 2017. It was my birthday actually."

"Alright, and What's your act?"

"I'm a Snake Charmer, if you couldn't guess by my... Everything."

"What abilities did you receive from the ringmaster?"

"Besides being scaly and having a really weird tongue and eyes? I can talk to snakes, sort of. We don't actually talk, but I can understand them, and they can understand me. He also made Nadia a lot stronger and faster, and she won't die of age or sickness or anything like that either, which is awesome."

"What's your compulsion?"

"I have to smoke a cigarette every time I talk to someone I find attractive, I'm essentially just a serpentine chimney at this point. There's no way the Ringmaster isn't just fucking with me. But since the ringmaster worked on Nadia as well, I've got two compulsions. One of us has to be withing eyesight of the other, we don't have to look at each other constantly, but I can't leave her field of vision, ever."

"Why did you join the Circus?"

"I was raised in it actually, not this circus, but the circus scene. I've always been a snake charmer too, Mr.Leader just upped my game a bit. I was doing my sideshow act and he saw it, liked it enough to invite me to join his circus. He uh, he promised that as long as I'm with them I'll never have to bury Nadia."

"Alright, well tell me about yourself, your history."

"Like I said, I was raised in the circus scene but I wasn't one of the Carny kids. I'm a drop-off."

"A drop off?"

"Yeah, a drop off. It's what we called the kids that got abandoned by their parents at the circus. You'd be surprised how common it is. I guess my teen mom couldn't handle my six month old ass, so when the circus came into town she thought she'd take advantage of the Snake cages for some post-birth abortion work. Obviously she didn't stick around to see how it went, but lucky for me I had a knack for handling the snakes. The Charmers that unofficially adopted me found me snuggling with the meanest Eastern Tiger Snake they had ever tried training, but around me Nadia was as peaceful as a Gardner snake."

"Does it bother you, being abandoned by your mother?"


"Just because she gave birth to me doesn't mean she's my mother. As far as I'm concerned Nadia is the only mother I've ever had, and she refuses to leave my side, so I'm not caught up on abandonment issues. And before you ask, yes, she does consider me her child as well."

"What else can you tell me about your background?"

"Plenty, but I'm not in the habit of reading my auto-biography to strangers, so that's all you need to know for now."

"Alright, How do you feel about your peers? Do you have good relationships with any of the other circus members?"
(Connections will be added after approval/discussion with other authors.)

"January 2nd, 2018. - Kathy Newman

I've always been terrified of Snakes, but now, I'm not so sure.

Dear Diary; Although I tried, I couldn't convince my parents to let me stay home instead of going to the circus. They think I've been isolating myself lately, and maybe they're right, but either way going to the circus was not my idea of a good time. I was thinking this would be one of those single-tent circuses or something like that, but this place was more like a carnival! Aside from the main tent, there were dozens of different booths and smaller tents with side acts and things like that. Some of it was pretty normal stuff you'd expect to see, jugglers, clowns, contortionists, but this one had a snake charmer, a real snake-charmer! He was really young for how talented he was, probably only 19 or 20, but the way he could dance with his snake was... Unreal.

Let's start over, I was kinda wandering around a bit when I saw him standing outside of a makeshift booth made up of dozens of snake cages, and each one had nearly half a dozen snakes! He wasn't doing much, aside from letting people take pictures with him and hold his snake, which was probably the biggest I've ever seen in real life. She had to have been at least seven or eight feet long, and she was the most beautiful cream-orange color. I was absolutely mesmerized by both of them, they had this sort of vibe around them, like the rush of adrenaline you get before cliff-diving or driving really really fast. I don't know what came over me, but I walked over, introduced myself AND ASKED IF I COULD HOLD HER. Me, The girl who'd scream if a Gardner was in my garden asked if I could hold a snake bigger than I was. I don't know what it was, but something about the two of them made me feel like I was invincible, anyways, he said I could and lit a cigarette. We talked a little bit, back and forth, and we might have flirted a bit. Even with all the makeup and fake scales he had on, it was easy to tell that he was pretty cute, plus he had a split tongue, and I don't have to explain why that's a plus.

While we talked a small crowd had begun to form around him and his snakes, everyone seemed pretty interested, and he said it was his time to shine, so he started his act. Now I've seen snake-charmers before and I know how it works, they'll play a flute or maybe use a bit of string, but they'll always use something to catch the snakes focus and move it around to make it look like the snake was dancing. But he didn't have any gimmicks, and with how charming he was I wouldn't be surprised if he had just sweet-talked those snakes into dancing with him.

But that was his act, he danced with the snakes. He actually danced with them, and they would move and flow over his body like water, as if he was telling them what to do. Each movement held so much grace and precise coordination that I was tempted to think his snakes were robots, it would be easier to believe than him training each of these snakes to perfection. What really got everyone was the finale! While he was dancing dozens of snakes began slithering their way to his feet and began crawling up him. By the time he bowed they looked like moving tribal tattoos! After he finished with his main act, he did some bar tricks and things like that. He'd have someone whisper to his snake, and he'd repeat it, Or they could show his snake a picture and he'd be able to tell you what it was a photo of. Nobody had a clue how he could do it, but it wouldn't be half as interesting if we knew, would it?

Well Diary, I don't think I'm going to put up near as much fight the next time my parents invite me to the Circus, but I know I'll be keeping an eye out for a certain Snake-Charmer if I do.

-Sincerely, Kathy."

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The Librarian and Randall Harwin

Roads leading South from Stein Estates

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“Love me love me... Need me need me...” Harry Murmured to himself as he fidgeted with his handgun, singing along to the sounds playing softly over the radio of the jet-black SUV he was sitting in the back seat of.

“The Chief got filled in, right Vel?”

“About the Incident at Rebecca’s Bar, or your intent to act as Harwin’s Lawyer?” Came the woman’s voice from the front seat, Vel. Harry’s Second in command/personal driver and secretary. He had found her, like most of his staff, in quite unpleasant situations, which he had pulled her out of with his connections and resources

“The Harwin one.” He responded absentmindedly, leaning his forehead against the mirror as he looked out into the trees.

“Yes, the Chief has been made aware you will be involving yourself in this situation, much to his disagreement.”

“Good, I’d hate to surprise him.” He said with a wicked grin, before rolling down the window and sticking his head out of it to enjoy the breeze.

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GPD, Harwin’s Interrogation Room

The door swings open widely to Harold’s Interrogation cell, and Stein strolls in, his wide brown eyes sharper than razors as he sizes up the young man sitting before him. As the door closes, a strange filter of dark-purple seems to layer over everything in the room, and a tattoo on Stein’s wrist begins to glow ever so slightly. Now, if someone were to eavesdrop they would hear nothing, and the audio and visual recordings of the room would become far too warped to view.

“Remember me?” Stein asked with a wide grin as he, rather than sitting on the chair in front of the table Randall, Stood and squated upon the table itself.
”We should talk.”

Randall grinned at the man before him. “oh, goodie, the Librarian!” he cheered, taking the ominous setting in stride. “I did hope to meet you some day, but I was saving all you magic wielders for last, since it’s so hard to find ways to kill you nowadays, you know? I bet you had something to do with that,” he laced his fingers and rested his chin upon them, smiling up at the bald man.

’He’s fucking perfect.’ Stein thought to himself as he pulled his handgun from it’s holster, and set it on the table within reach. He then placed an empty magazine on the table as well, and produced ten rounds from his coat pocket and set them on the table. Each one was made from differently colored metals, and they made quite the attractive arrangement.

”Germanium, Gold, Cobalt, Tin, Lead, Iron, Titanium, Zinc, Nickel, and Osmium.” He detailed in a bored tone, as if it should be obvious which bullet was what metal. ”One of them can kill me. Pick it, and I’ll let you kill me. Don’t, and I’ll become your lawyer. When you’re declared innocent you’ll come work for me. Understood?”

Randall found himself pouting at the man. “I just told you I don’t know what kills magic wielders, I haven't studied your type yet,” he admitted before leaning down to rest his chin on the metal table and stare straight and unblinking at each bullet. He began humming as he looked at each one before slowly knocking down the tin, lead, iron, and nickel.

“I've heard of all these so I'm doubtful anything so common would kill one of you,” he explained. “I know titanium is really strong, gold is kind of soft if I remember right...I'm pretty sure humans need zinc and like every magic wielder left alive started out human from what I've heard,” he knocked down the gold and zinc, but left the titanium up.

He looked at the four he'd left standing. He only really knew about titanium, he thought cobalt was just a shade of blue, and the other two had him stumped. He slowly knocked the titanium one over with a look of intense concentration. Two more to go. Germanium, cobalt, and osmium were left standing. Then, he realized that if he shot the man here then he’d be stuck in jail for even longer, but if he let the man become his lawyer…

He suddenly sat up and blinked innocently at the man before knocking all the bullets on their side like a sick chest match.

“I don't know if any of these kill you,” he said truthfully, the manic smile spreading across his face. “but if I work for you, I can learn, right?”

Harry let out a cackle, a loud, harsh sound that would have rung throughout the GPD had it not been for his spell. Climbing down from the table, his cackling subsided as he circled round Randall and stood behind him, resting his hands on his shoulders. Then, he leaned down and whispered gleefully into the young man’s ear.

“No.”

With that, a simple blade slid down from under the wrist of his jacket, and he plunged it deep into the spine of Randall as his cackle returned, louder than ever. He kept laughing, like a mad man, as he spun the blade around Randall’s throat. Then, with a tug of the man’s hair, he separated his head from his shoulders and placed it neatly on the table. Then, whistling an upbeat tune Harold left the station, wondering which lucky soul would discover his gift.

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The Librarian

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"Fucking Millennials." Harry groaned, standing up from the bar stool and taking a few steps forward towards the hunter, retrieving his knife from his waist as he did so. However, rather than make any move of aggression towards the woman, he simply stepped past her and used the blade to make an incision on his hand. After re-sheathing the blade he yawned a bit and began to draw surprisingly intricate designs on the doorway that well read mages would notice to be a triggered curse. He murmured a few words under his breath in a language no present company would recognize. Then, he took a step back and admired his handiwork; a light shimmering of a barrier could be seen envelope the building. With a wide smile, he turned back to the Huntress and the rest of the creatures in the bar.

"There, now everyone here has a mirror curse placed upon them. If anyone dies, we all die." He said cheerfully with a smile that suggested this was an obvious solution to the problem at hand. "Excluding me of course, I won't die." He explained gleefully.

"Now!" He exclaimed with a clap, talking a few slow, graceful steps towards the Huntress and begin to slowly walk circles around her.

"The rules have remained the same for nearly three centuries now." He said slowly, in his lightly accented drawl. "If a hunter wishes to visit, hunt, or in any way maintain physical form within Grayvette, they are required to come straight to the Stein Estate and inform the active Librarian of their presence and intentions." He paused, than walked to the bar, and hopped onto to the counter to crouch, and point simultaneously at both of the hunters.

"But I'm sure you guys are exceptional cases right? Or perhaps you were lost on your way to my Estate?" He offered, switching his focus from the woman to the man, and back.

"Because otherwise, I'd have to believe that you are knowingly violating the Stein-Hunter Neutrality Accords, thereby making you a hostile element to my Library. It would also mean that no hunter would be allowed to make a move to save you, nor attempt to avenge you after your untimely deaths." He paused for a minute, allowing what he said to sink in. Maybe it'd shake a memory in one of them, after all, most hunters knew about the Librarian of Grayvette, and just how happy he was to help their causes.

"But lucky for you, we're in my favorite bar, and the bartender isn't fond of my violent streak. So, out of respect for Rebecca, I will let you announce yourself to me here! Unless of course, you intend to violate the accords, in which case no bartender could save you." He continued, smiling wildly at the both of them.

"Simply give me your name and inform me of what creature you're intending to hunt, and I'll be happy to provide you with any assistance you may need, unless they are creatures being protected by the Stein Family of course." He finished, awaiting a response.

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The Librarian

Virtual Insanity - Jamiroquai

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Harry's eyes narrowed on the girl that had taken a seat directly next to him, in-between himself and the detective. Immediately, Harry was aware that she wasn't a human, but that wasn't enough to pinpoint what she was or if she was a threat. However, old habits die hard and as she spoke he began to subtly reach towards his chest-holster; until she grew even paler (somehow) and left towards the restroom without a word. He turned his focus back to the detective, who seemed to have the same idea as the girl and bee-lined for the John. Naturally, this Irked Harry a bit, and it showed as he crossed his arms; however his pouting was soon interrupted by a girl, nearly identical to the one before, coming through the front door and demanding answers.

Ah. Changling with a Hunter for a 'twin.' That's a new one.

"Huuunnteeer." Stein called out in a playful singsong tone, removing a necklace from his jacket pocket. The necklace's centerpiece appeared to be an ancient leather pouch, which hung near his chest. Then, he turned himself around completely, leaning back against the bar and 'accidentally' revealing his chest-holster.

"I hope you're lost, most hunters know not to sneak around in the Stein Library's Backyard." He stated casually with a wild smile, his raspy voice ringing throughout the bar. "Wouldn't want to be caught by the Librarian, I've heard he's a little... out there." Stein continued, chuckling a bit at the last two words, then quieting himself to give her a chance to respond. 'Oh, the Detectives back.'

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The Librarian

Virtual Insanity - Jamiroquai

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"Oh yeah, what we're living in, let me tell ya.
It's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us."

The tall, hairless man stepped onto the city sidewalks with a wide smile, dressed in a visibly expensive casual suit, although it's style and color scheme made it seem as if it was purchased for a punk-themed funeral. It's use of leather and vinyl was balanced perfectly, complete with a pair of fitted biking gloves. The man had headphones in both of his ears, and he was playing it far louder than could be considered safe, as passerbys could hear his music clearly.

"And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see, I can't breathe
No more will we be

Harry sauntered in rhythm to the beat of his music, a quite stark contrast to his aesthetic appearance and as he walked several pairs of eyes noticed him. Well, it was either the irony of a hairless man in a black suit practically dance-walking to an upbeat 90's pop-rock ballad, or that Harold himself was a rather infamous character on the streets of Gravette that caused stares to follow him as he carelessly made his way down the sidewalk. He knew he wasn't particularly liked by the humans, or other supernatural at that, but at least the supernaturals had a decent reason to avoid him.

These thoughts however were far from his mind, as he was far too focused on an interesting development in the fair city he called home. A murder; now of course Harold was aware that this incident was hunter-related, which meant he was relatively out of harms way, but he still had to exercise a bit of damage control regarding the supernatural in Gravette. Luckily enough, he had reason to believe a certain detective leading the case was visiting a local bar looking for persons of interest. Harold had always been fond of Rebecca's Pina Coladas, and it was five o'clock somewhere; so he had a feeling he would be a winner no matter what.

And nothing's going to change the way we live
'Cause we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world we're living in

Harry couldn't help but sing along softly to himself in a voice that carries the slightest hint of some sort of Eastern European accent, if one asked him where he was from he would simply respond with a gleeful grin and perhaps a quite chuckle before shaking his head. He wasn't particularly fond of giving out information regarding himself or his family, but he loved teasing people with such knowledge.

And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology

Seeing that the bar was up ahead, along with a interesting pile of shattered glass on the sidewalk, Harry picked up the pace a bit in excitement for the potential Pina Colada, and as he did so he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a silver handgun, with an equally polished silencer attached to it. He pulled back the slider to check that a round was in the chamber, and upon discovering there was, he flipped off the safety and returned the gun to his hidden holster. He then repeated this process with a second handgun he pulled from the opposite side of his jacket. Both of them were fully prepared for the possibility of an altercation, however Harry hoped it wouldn't come to that. He knew the owner was hoping to make the bar a neutral location, but what happens happens.

Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground.

Harold holstered his handgun just as he stepped into the bar, something a well trained eye would notice, and removed his headphones from his ear and neatly wrapping them around his fingers as he awaited those inside to fully process that Harold Stein, the Librarian, had just entered. For the more cowardly creatures hiding within the bar, this would be reason enough to leave immediately, but the psychotic grin on Harry's face would only encourage them to pick up the pace.

"Hello Rebecca, A Pina Colada please." Was all he said as he took a seat at the bar, his wide brown eyes staring unashamedly directly at the detective a few seats away from him.

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Do we have a discord server for this RP?

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Harold Stein

Name: Harold B. Stein

Age: 37

Supernatural Race: Druidic Mage

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasion/Slavic

Appearance:


Personality: Even from a young age, Harold had an incredibly dark aura about him, along with a sociopathic nature. His duties as the Stein Family Librarian have only amplified these dispositions, leading him to be incredibly apathetic to the difficulties of others. This is not to say however, that Harold is nothing but a creepy, psychopathic Librarian. He is a creepy, psychopathic Librarian with a sense of humor; Although Harold is incapable of empathizing with others, he's entirely capable of getting along with them quite well, and even enjoying their company. However, that isn't to say he wouldn't happily slit their throat at a moments notice, should he deem it beneficial.

History: The Stein Family is one of the oldest druidic orders in the modern world, as well as one of the largest and best connected. Harold was born into this tradition of practice, the oldest of his numerous siblings; Each Stein child was obligated to perform different duties to the family, the majority of which being casual responsibilities, allowing them to intermingle with the human world easily. However, the strongest few of each generation are obligated to uphold far more involved roles, the most important of which being Harold's title; The Librarian.

As the Librarian, It is Harold's responsibility to maintain, catalog, archive, and protect the Stein family's massive Library of Supernatural Tomes, as well as maintain absolute authority over the greater Stein Family. The Stein Family Library is located in the Stein Estate, the largest privately owned building in Gravette. This Estate is reminiscent of the mansions one expects to see royalty inhabiting, albeit far less aesthetically pleasing.

Strengths: Focused, advanced knowledge of Druidic Magic, advanced experience with firearms and close quarters combat.

Weaknesses: Sociopathic, Obsessive, and Sadistic.

Stance: Inactive.

Special Power/Skill: Telekinesis - Along with most other formidable Druids, Harold finds telekinesis comes quite naturally to him, and has excelled in it's use since his earliest recollection.

Other: Harold has been known to be incredibly hospitable to other Druids, Mages, and Witches, (despite the Stein Family's tradition of hostility towards witches and protests from the Family Council) often allowing them to visit his home and browse his Library.

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@AnaSilan Sunjaj]
My apologies, to clarify, I meant intrinsic as "naturally talented." As some children are naturally talented at drawing or mathematics, Harold was naturally talented at druidcraft. This makes the use of telekinesis substantially easier for him than it would be for a druid with less born talent. I didn't mean to imply that Harold is able to use telekinesis without the use of spellwork.

Aside from this misunderstanding, are there any other issues with my character?