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Roleplayer off and on for 12 years.

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Boboclown89 said
I do have a question, why does the circus often have police coming after them? They're just like every other circus in the world- full of freaksMaybe it has to do with Bobo almost scaring people to death


Yeah, all Bobo's fault! and probably the cannibal ;)
DaDrummer676 said
Sorry I am so slow at making an intro post, it will probably be horrible. XDThis is going to be so awesome though. Does anyone want to already know my character before he comes? It would give me something more to write about. :)


I don't mind working out something where he knows Gwen. Just pm me if you want.
Dying? Thought it was dead XD
Evelyn watched, biting her lip as Katherin flipped the coin. When it landed heads up, she smiled widely and put her hands on her hips. "HA! Told you," she said happily, a rush coming to her like one would get after an energy drink. She looked a bit confused after a few seconds though, as the words blurted from her mouth and the excitement she'd had before and after the coin toss were very unlike her normal nature. She was the girl on the team that passed to everyone. She hated competition. She wanted to have fun. This... need to be right and win was so unlike her. She looked at the others with a sheepish, apologetic smile while clearing her throat. "Umm... well... that did feel awesome... and I have no idea why," she said, alluding to the fact that Katherin was probably, in fact, correct in what she was telling them.
”Thanks. Freedom is neat, too,” Seamus responded to the girl, smirking friendly like. When he finished his story, he took a few steps forward, and then realized Freedom wasn’t walking next to him anymore. With a frown, he turned back around and looked at her, confused by the gaping expression on her face. You… escaped from a… a lab?

”Umm… well, it wasn’t easy,” he said, shifting uncomfortably. That’s not… possible Seamus looked at the ground a bit, wondering if she thought he was a liar. He wasn’t sure how to get her to believe him, but maybe she never would so was there a point really? He looked back up to her, still looking at her with a questioning look on his face. He hesitated to continue answering her questions, thinking about the right way to do so, so she wouldn’t think he was lying. He was interrupted by a noise though, and his eyes lifted at the same time that Freedom looked behind her.

He didn’t understand why they had to run, but maybe these were people after him. Maybe they were after her for some reason? Oh well, he nodded and began running alongside the redhead to get away from the men in uniform. ”What would they do to us if they caught us?” he asked as they went quickly away, not looking where he was going really. Apparently neither was Freedom, because next thing he knew she was running into another body and Seamus skidded to a halt. Looking in front of him, he saw a tall blonde fellow, and down on the ground to his side, Freedom on top of a girl with long brown hair.

”Ummm…” he said, unsure what to say to the two, but he wasn’t given time to think when the brunette grabbed his hand and pulled them into an alley. He shut up and just listened as the girl whispered and her blonde friend went to talk to the men chasing them.

”I uh… can’t speak for Freedom. But she offered her apartment to me already,” were people outside the lab always this protective and friendly? He should have escaped long ago… And he simply shrugged when asked if he was a Shifter. Apparently he was according to Freedom, so, he supposed so. He looked to Freedom with raised eyebrow, wondering about her take on what was happening here.
Evelyn’s eyes widened when Conrad said testing on her was easy, though a look of relief spread through her when he questioned the pain she would experience. ”Yeah, test Tiffany…” she said quietly, a pleading look. Unfortunately, Evie looked up at what Katherin was writing and saw the challenge she posed her. A rush went through her and her head began to buzz. She searched for the right answer, really wanting to win. ”Heads! No tails… no wait… yeah. Heads!” Evelyn said with the enthusiasm of a gambler before a roll of a die.
Awesome, I was hoping for original.
Name: Eira

Parent: Mad Hatter

Age: 17

Looks:

Personality: Eira is always getting distracted. She loves to start new projects, but never finishes them. She is always late to everything because of her distractible nature, finding herself wasting time often. Because of this and other coincidences in combination with her natural clumsiness, Eira is often in trouble. Though she is hardly ever guilty of doing anything wrong on purpose, she is so naïve and easily persuaded on things she becomes involved in things she never meant to. She is very good about getting out of these situations though. She also rather enjoys poetry, though she’s been told she’s no good at it and that her rhymes make no sense. She can also turn her emotions on a dime. One minute she’s happy, the next sad over something not many would consider significant. This type of back and forth has often driven people away from her, unwilling to put up with her emotional rollercoaster of a personality. And if that doesn’t drive them away, her overly honest, blunt remarks can. Eira also falls easy to compliments (if you tell her she’s pretty or good at something, you’re her instant best friend).

Short History: Eira and her father are especially close. Eira has never known any other normal besides him and his friends, March Hare and Dormouse, so his eccentricity never bothered her. She and her father always had afternoon tea together, talked, and bonded. She is certainly a daddy’s little girl. He loves her nonsense poetry, and would have her recite it for him and her stuffed animals during tea time. She was treated like a princess, and has a bit of an immature or childlike attitude. She has been a bit sheltered, her father never letting her see the dark side of Wonderland. She just knows cakes, and teas, and fun. She has no idea who her mother is, and when she brings it up, her dad spouts off an impossible riddle or changes the subject.

Other: Don’t mess with her hat. Or be late for tea. That’s just rude.
Would we be playing original or canon characters? And is this just slice of life after the 3 characters have died, or is there an over arcing plot I'm missing?
Cheyenne had fallen asleep atop the book she’d been reading, getting a bit of droll on the pages which now stuck together and curling up under the covers. She was woken up by the sound of hands beating the windows of her trailer and smacking the door. She snorted awake and rubbed her eyes, frowning softly and wondering what the heck was happening. They usually got to sleep in a little the morning after a performance. At least if it went well. And hadn’t last night gone so smoothly? Chey yawned and stood, when the static of the walkie talkie burst through the room. She jumped a bit at Betty’s voice, saying the police were on their way, making Cheyenne hurry to slip on some high waisted skinny jeans and a tight plaid button up shirt. She tossed her black hair into a ponytail and slipped on her flats before jumping out of the trailer and slamming the door. She hopped into the old CR-V it was attached to, and began driving, stomach growling in protest as she followed the others with sleepy blue eyes.
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