Name: Sparks ??? (Has no knowledge or recollection of a last name) Age: 22 Appearance: Blessed, or perhaps cursed depending on one's opinion, Sparks is quite the unique looking woman with dark, mocha colored skin patterned with disappearing/reappearing lightning marks, electrifying blue eyes, and an interesting blend of blue and pink tresses for hair that she keeps in a neat braid over her shoulder. She stands at 5'5", not very tall at all, with a lovely, slender figure that houses a powerful ability: electricity. She should have known that something was a little off quilter with this place when the once wide expanse of azure sky that spread it's brightness over a sea of green trees suddenly gave way to oppressive grey clouds to match the depressing slump of the barren branches scorched by a fire long since put out. She had given it little thought at the time, but now...now she couldn't stop berating herself for ignoring her own guy feeling. The place she suddenly found herself in, after walking for God knows how long, looked anything but pleasantly welcoming. With a big sign over the entrance displaying the words 'Twisted Carnival', the property stretched wide before her had all the makings of an actual carnival...with a dark, demented undertone that took possession of everything. The Big Top was black and white, the carnies dressed in tattered, worn, and dirty costumes as they themselves seemed to lumber around aimlessly, the clowns looked fierce...crazy, and the games, along with the prizes, were strange and unusual. Whack A Mole...used real moles...and they looked far beyond the reach of life by the time she got there. Sparks, her brows furrowed in confusion and growing alertness, pulled the hood of her black jacket over her blue and pink hair so as not to draw too much attention to herself, instead trying to blend in with her gray jeans and black knee-high boots. Despite the fact that there was a crowd of people there, most of them seeming to be completely oblivious to the strange aura of the carnival, she wasn't going to take any chances with becoming their new attraction as a lightning rod. Lost in her own thoughts, the young woman wasn't prepared for the impact she took when a rather large clown with unruly red hair and smeared make-up shoved past her, sending her to the ground flat on her butt. "Ow!...Hey, watch it!" she shouted after him, her hood falling off her head. "Gaaaarrrrrgghhh!!" the clown retorted with a loud, deep shout back at her, strings of saliva flying from his lips and spattering her face. "Um...okay, gross?" she said as she used her sleeve to wipe the moister from her cheeks, glaring at the clown as he stomped away, "Jerk! What kind of carnival is this, anyway?"