Cirque De Mortifica'

[T E R R O R]

Oh, there were many many tries until I got it like that xD Frustration was raising hell!

 

[Jihae]

If I had the tenacity that you have. I would do so much stuff like you don't even know

 

[darkflames13]

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Prince Ashworth​

`Male◞ ♦ `21 years old◞ ♦ `Human◞ ♦ `Born in England◞ ♦ `Mime◞

{ Personality }
SILENT | INEXPRESSIVE | MYSTERIOUS
Although mimes are known for their silence, there are still those mimes which are considered to be noisy; noisy in the sense that they are very expressive of their thoughts and actions. Unfortunately, Prince wasn't one of those mimes. He doesn't talk, even off stage. Not only was he silent in terms of speaking, but he was also silent in terms of movement. Hardly does anyone notice Prince coming until he was right in front of them. Aside from this, Prince was also lacked expressions majority of the time (while off stage at least). It wasn't uncommon for there to be misunderstandings when it involved Prince, especially when it involved how he felt. Prince's silence and lack of expression has also led him to be described to be a mysterious fellow; then again, in Cirque de Mortifica, who isn't a mystery?

GENTLE | PASSIVE | OBSERVANT
Despite being in a business that involves -ahem- killing people, Prince is actually quite the gentle individual. He wishes no harm upon anyone who doesn't deserve it and refuses to inflict any unless required. One wonders what such a person like him is even doing in Cirque de Mortifica. He is also quite passive. Even when provoked Prince refuses to retaliate. He believes that there is no need for unnecessary chaos and bloodshed from his hands; from others however, he doesn't care. Prince may be a gentle person, but he pretty much doesn't care about what happens to 98% of the people around him. They could all die for all he cares, just not by his hand. Another trait that Prince possesses, though not many are aware of, is that he is observant. He has a keen eye for detail and could spot the difference between things with ease.


{ History }
CHAINED
It was a hot summer day in the brothel. A woman that was known as the Queenie (a name bestowed upon her for being the most sought out whore, the queen of the brothel as they would say), screamed in agony; labor was never easy, but it was always rewarding -- at least in the eyes of many. In Queenie's eyes however, that was not the case. She saw the child, Prince the other whores called, as a grave reminder of her little mistake. Needless to say, Prince was never loved by his mother.

When he was five years old, her mother's brothel was brought down by authorities who backed up the church. They proclaimed that such lewd acts had to stopped and thus burned the place down. Thankfully no one was killed, however since then her mother was jobless. Desperate for money, she sold Prince off to slavery. "Why didn't I do this earlier?" were the last words Prince heard from his mother before being dragged off to his new home, a prison like factory owned by some wealthy man.

Prince never really knew what it was the factory was producing, all he knew was that he had to follow their orders without question; otherwise he'd be punished accordingly. Every slave in the place were all chained together, working in a line. Who they got chained with depended on who came in the same that they did. For Prince, his group consisted of 9 other people; a relatively small group, one that he was quite thankful for as it made it easier to move around. If one fell the others had to drag him along. They were chained even as they slept, not that it made sleeping difficult. They all slept on the cold floor and not on some comfortable bed.

Life was harsh, and Prince was fully aware of it.

ESCAPE
For 10 years, bleak grey walls and chains were all Prince knew. He'd forgotten what life was like outside. He felt blessed to still be alive. Amongst the children that were brought in around the same time as him, only three remained: himself, a girl named Lucille (she preferred to be called Luce), and a boy named Jack. Over time the three of them have grown to have a bond, though the beginning of their friendship was quite a rough start. Jack hated how Prince rarely spoke and merely observed others. He hit Prince once before, giving him a black eye and getting both of them put in time out -- time outs were the only time when people were taken off their chains with the group. It was during this time out together did the two learn more about each other. Luce on the other hand, she was a friendly girl that wasn't hard to befriend.

One day, a fire suddenly broke inside the facility. Everyone was in chaos, why wouldn't they be? It was everyone's chance to escape from the wretched place. However it wasn't as easy as everyone thought it would be. People scrambled and wanted to head off in different directions, but their chains didn't allow them. Some would manage to drag the others along, but many were getting tangled up together. Some even ended up getting chocked by chains that have somehow wrapped around their necks. A truly horrid scene. Thankfully, Prince and his friends got along well together. With the help of teamwork, they managed to make it outside.

The sunlight was blinding. Prince couldn't believe that they'd managed to escape. Once they were out, a lady came up to them, clapping her hands as she did. "Well done." she said, an amused smile sat upon her lips. As it turns out, the lady was a witch named Nina and she'd caused the fire. She wanted to see who amongst the poor souls inside was worthy enough. She needed three individuals with who could work well together, she needed the three of them.

She gave them a choice: follow her, or stay and be collected by the people that tortured them. Having no where else to go and deeming the second option to be out of the question, the three of them were taken under Nina's care.

SALVATION
While under Nina's care, the trio were made to do odd jobs; normal in the eyes of many but to them it seemed odd as they've never done anything like it before. None of them really understood what Nina wished to achieved, but the tasks weren't bad -- specially compared to what they've been through. All three followed without question. Nina owned a small shop, more like a bar to be precise. Jack worked with carrying supplies from the marketplace and into the back of the bar as well as pretty much any physical labour that required a great amount of strength; Luce worked as a waitress, chatting customers and secretly gaining intel on people; and then there was Prince. Prince had the oddest job of the three. Nina had him working as entertainment, not just any regular entertainment however; she had him working as a mime. Despite not being used to what they were doing, none of them complained. After all, they had food, shelter, and even a warm bed to sleep in -- things they never once dreamed of having while working as slaves.

Prince was happy. He wished the happy days wouldn't end. But he should've known by then how harsh reality was.

One day, while Jack and Luce were out doing errands, Nina suddenly -- and quite frantically -- talks to Prince. She mentioned something about having to leave for a while and gives Prince a gift, a ring. She explained to him that it was a special ring and he should keep it on him at all times. Nina even gave him a chain so that he could wear the dainty trinket around his neck. Then, she went off. Prince knew not where she headed off to; he figured she would be back later on that day.

But she never returned. However, she wasn't the only one who didn't return. There was also Luce and Jack. This worried Prince for a while. He shook it off however, he knew that Jack was strong. Maybe they were just running late and would be back later on. With that thought in mind, Prince went to bed.

The next day, Jack and Luce returned, however there was something different about them. The moment that they stepped in the bar they demanded that Prince tell them where Nina was. When he said that he did not know as she had left the previous day, both of his friends were furious. While Luce went to Nina's chambers, a place that they were forbidden from entering, Jack further questioned Prince on Nina's whereabouts. Prince screamed that he didn't know and retold what transpired when he last saw Nina. When Jack heard about the ring, he was furious and began strangling the lad. "Traitor!" ,Jack exclaimed. Luce had just returned from Nina's chambers. She shook her head at Jack. Prince saw this as her telling him to stop strangling their companion, but it appears that he was wrong. Not knowing what else to do, Prince thought back to Nina's instructions regarding the necklace.

He poised his hand as if he were holding a gun. The two laughed at his antic. "What? Did you think you could mime your way out of this?" Luce scoffed. Then, he shot. First at Jack. It instantly killed him. Luce was shaken by the sight. Before Prince could catch his breath, Luce had taken off. Where? He didn't know. Trying to find her was the only thing he could think of doing, and so that was what he did. For two days straight, Prince wandered about like a lost puppy. Finally feeling the fatigue from barely eating and resting for two days, Prince went back to Nina's bar. He'd expected it to be empty, but when he saw Nina perched upon one of the bar stools taking a sip from a Martini glass, he was more than surprised. Not being able to take any more, he fainted.

The next thing he saw upon waking up were Nina's emerald green eyes staring back at him with a sullen look. Without even having to ask her any questions, she explained everything to him. As it turned out, Nina was no ordinary witch; she was a seer. She peered into the future and foresaw that his companions, Jack and Luce, would one day be blinded by greed. Prince asked why Nina didn't prevent it from happening, to which she responded with a shake of her head. "It wasn't my place to mess with what was a foretold." She then proceeded to telling him about how he could no longer stay with her -- he role had been fulfilled. Prince was to move on to bigger things. Later that day she brought him to a peculiar place. 'Cirque de Mortifica', it was called. Prince could only marvel on what was presented to him.

"Welcome Home." These were Nina's parting words.


{ Strengths & Weaknesses }
STRENGTHS
His strength lies in actions that involve being swift, nimble, silent and observant.

Other strengths include: Sneaking up on / trailing others without being caught; Moving silently; Lip reading; Running (he's fast, however he gets tired rather easily);

WEAKNESSES
Prince was never the strong type; that was Jack's speciality, not his. Thus is is weak when is came to activities that relied heavily on physical (muscular) prowess.

Other weaknesses include: Weight lifting; Endurance run (he may be swift, but his endurance has never been the greatest); Hand to hand combat;


{ Talents & Inabilities }
TALENTS
One of Prince's obvious talents is miming, although it wasn't an inborn skill. He practised the art till he was good at it; that was only after Nina had bestowed upon him the ring. Apart from this, Prince is also good at:

Keeping silent; Staring contests; Spot the difference; Chess; Logic games; Keeping secrets; Remembering faces;

INABILITIES
Not everyone can be perfect, and Prince is no exceptions. He knows what he's good at and what he's bad at. For one, Prince is fully aware that his social skills are horrible, not only because he doesn't speak but also because of his lack of expressions. Even in the past, Prince was never the social butterfly. His other inabilities include:

Cooking; Expressing himself off stage; Remembering names (although it isn't much of a problem seeing as he hardly speaks); Socializing;


{ Fears }
BETRAYAL
He's seen in before, and now he's afraid of seeing it again. For Prince, there's nothing that stings more than being betrayed by the people he trusts (trusted). This fear of his stems from how Jack and Luce betrayed Nina, and even Prince when he told them what they were doing was wrong. Prince didn't want to believe that they were capable of doing it, but they proved him wrong. Jack and Luce made an attempt on his life; betrayal at it's finest. They would've probably gotten rid of him if Nina hadn't bestowed upon him her little gift before the two went against her.

HEIGHTS
His lesser fear. Prince is deathly afraid of heights. He admires the acrobats (aerial) and tightrope walkers of the circus for being able to withstand being at such a height; not to mention being able to perform so fluidly as well. You want to freak Prince out and hopefully get a reaction out of him? Take him to a high place.


{ Extermination Specialty }
INVISIBLE BOX
The old trapped in a box mime trick. With the help of the little magical gift bestowed upon him by Nina, Prince is able to trap others inside an invisible box. Once the person has realized that they were truly trapped inside, Prince would then proceed to making the walls of the box move in towards the person that was trapped inside. Slowly caving in until it eventually crushes the individual; blood red would colour the walls revealing the box. It will continue to shrink until it could no longer shrink due to the crushed body inside.

WITH SPIKE WALLS
A modified version of the same technique was the addition of spikes inside the box. Albeit this one was harder to do considering that Prince had to wordlessly convince the person trapped inside that the walls were lined with sharp spikes, hence why he prefers not to use the method.

WITH POISON GAS
An alternative way of killing the person trapped inside involved the use of poison gas. However to do this, Prince had to make it certain that the person was standing near a machine that emitted poison gas. He couldn't make it so that random poisonous gas would fill the chamber; even his miming magic had limits.


{ Specific Circus Talents }
MIMING
Need he say more? Prince is a mime and therefore his main circus ability is miming. In fact, it's his only circus ability. Acting out events, telling a wordless story; that was Prince's forte. Out of all the mime tricks, Prince is most known for the classic trapped in a box. Albeit overly used and seemingly boring, he brings it to an entirely new level by convincing the crowd that other people, who're definitely not mimes, have been trapped in a box -- or perhaps they really were.


{ Dog-Tag }
LEVEL 1
Prince wears his dog tag around his neck but keeps it hidden under his shirt most of the time, especially when giving a performance.


{ Magic Abilities }
MIME'S RING
A gift given by the witch that took care of him and his (former) friends. The ring gives Prince the power of action. On will, he can make what he acts out to be real. For example, he acts out that he shoots a gun at someone, it'll turn into reality and whatever he shot at will indeed have been shot as though Prince really did shoot a gun. The drawback however was that having the ring rendered him unable to speak -- which was quite fine with him. Another drawback was that the effectiveness of it was all dependent on how the other party interpreted his actions. Given the earlier example, if the person wasn't able to interpret that Prince was indeed shooting a gum at him, Prince's actions would't take into effect. In short, the effectiveness of the ring's power is determined by how good of a mime Prince is.

He wears the ring on a chain around his neck; the same chain he uses for his dog tag. Similarly, he also keeps it hidden underneath his shirt majority of the time. The ring is a simple silver ring with a black gemstone inlaid in the middle of it. It gave off a rather feminine and dainty appearance, hence why Prince never wore it on his finger -- there was also the fact that the ting didn't fit any of his fingers apart from the pinky, and as much as possible he didn't want to wear a ring on his pinky finger.


{ Appearance }
Just like the mime that he is, Prince wears white face paint all over his face, dark red lipstick to accentuate his lips, and black face paint around his eyes which gives him a rather dark over look. Feeling that the traditional mime make up was too bland, he added a dot just under his eye like a beauty mark that girls would add to their face. His eyes are a pale blue, a shade near grey. However, its colour is barely noticeable due to the the mime make up that he wears around his eyes. His hair is a dark shade of brown which he likes to keep short and neat. Prince's main attire consists of black and white, with an occasional hint of red. Commonly, when on show, Prince wears a black vest over a crisp white button down paired with black pants and black shoes. The palm of his hands have burn marks in the shape of chains, a reminder of his past. Not wanting to be questioned about when by everyone he would encounter, Pince wears a pair of black gloves to cover them; very rarely would anyone see him without his gloves on. Prince stands at a height of 5'8.


{ Other }
NAME
Prince's mother never gave the him a name instead choosing to call him 'mistake'. It made it hard for the other whores to refer to him and so they decided to give him a proper name, one that they saw fitting of boy. The name Prince was a humorous play on how his mother was called the Queen of the brothel. Being her son meant that he was a prince. Queenie herself was very much against it, but since the other girls had already taken a liking to calling the child as such, she eventually gave up and let them call him Prince.

MORNING PERSON
Mornings is when his mind is most active. People wonder how he's able to get up at such an ungodly hour in the morning. Meanwhile, Prince wonders how others are able to stay up at such an ungodly hour in the evening. Late night shows in Cirque de Mortifica are the bane of his existence. It's at times like those that Prince leans to one of his best mates: coffee.

COFFEE
Nectar of the Gods, at least in Prince's eyes. He loves caffeine as it helps him get through those evenings in which he had to stay up late for work. Though those aren't the only times he drinks a cup of coffee; Prince also drinks it whenever he feels like it. How he likes it: smooth and creamy. Although his palate is also alright with the bitter and strong taste of black coffee, he still prefers it smooth and creamy but not too sweet.

TEA
Like a true Englishman, Prince is also fond of tea. There's always been a debate on which was better: coffee or tea. For Prince his answer would always tea. He may have a high regard for the liquid known as coffee, but tea has a certain appeal to him. It could be an inborn quality as many people know the English as tea drinkers; whatever it is, Prince doesn't care. All people need to know is that he loves tea and he loves coffee as well. If loving both was a sin, then so be it.
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[DANAsaur]

Will finish up my CS tomorrow. I'm too tired from school and I still need to review Bank Reconciliations for tomorrow's test -_-

 

[Blox]

Great ideas!

Finishing my CS today!

 

[ILovePandas]

I cannot do text boxes for the life of me I don't know how the hell you guys do that. What are you wizards?! Show me the way

The bottom row of icons, third to the right, looks like a paper with a folded corner, it says 'insert feildset with custom title'. =)

 

[Jihae]

I bow down to you oh great wizard.

 

[ILovePandas]

BTW, @T E R R O R, I thought you should know that I too am supernaturally obsessed with Supernatural. =D

 

[T E R R O R]

...I love you! :D
*hugs*

 

[ILovePandas]

...I love you! :D
*hugs*

 

[Blox]

Character Name: Dactrin L. Cooper
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Human-Takarin Hybrid
Age: 28
Birthplace/World: Brimingham, Britain
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Circus Occupation: Knife Thrower
General Appearance: 5'9", 185lbs, muscular build, blue eyes - when he engages his Takarin side his eyes are a bright and shining an aqua blue with an alluring almost glow-like effect.
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Strengths: Accuracy, quick reflexes, has exceptional vision and sees a bit better than a normal person in the dark. Good listener and patient, when not intoxicated.
Weaknesses: Blood to his skin, is strong but not skilled in hand to hand combat so without his daggers he is at a great disadvantage. Has a bad habit of drinking too much. Lusting for women.
Talents: Juggling, particularly with sharp objects, hand stand and walking on his hands, tattooing especially with small details (he enjoys this as one of his hobbies)
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Inabilities: Thinking before he speaks, dancing, getting close to people or allowing people to get to know him intimately.
Fears: Severely claustrophobic and hates any form of suffocation. He often uses these approaches with his victims to spite his greatest fears. Attachment to others, whether romantic or friendship, and losing people he cares for. Hemophobic to the touch so he often wears gloves during his attacks.
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General Personality: Bold, fearless, usually a calm or emotionless face but is quick to anger, often times letting his escalated emotions cloud his better judgement. Is a flirt with women and loves to have a good time, but he is not looking for any long term relationships as he fears he might lose someone if he gets too close. He enjoys being with people and having a good time, great conversation but he will keep himself distant and not allow himself to get too attached to anyone. Often times his forced struggle to stay away from positive emotions off sets his darker emotions, sometimes letting them run rampant. He is a bit mentally unstable.
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General History: Dactrin grew up with his younger sister and parents in Birmingham, Britain. His father, a born Takarin, had migrated to the UK from his planet when it was attacked and nearly destroyed. He met his wife and she fell in love, teaching him the ways of this planet and her country. Since Takarins are very similar in appearance to humans, his father blended in quite easily. Takarins have heightened senses, notably great eye sight and reflexes with a lifespan double to humans. Takarins have a stronger circulatory system and rapid regenerative blood cells, allowing them to sustain life much longer than a human when facing extreme blood loss. Dactrin's father would only need to hide his skin in layered clothing as it had a slight blue tint, only visible when one was up close to see. His eyes were also an abnormally bright blue, an almost iridescent color that attracted a lot of attention. Most humans didn't think too much of it though and simply attributed it to good genetics, always a talking point with how enthralling his eyes were. 10 years after his parents met, they had Dactrin and two years later his sister Shaylyn. They grew up in Birmingham and led a relatively normal life for a consistent 13 years. Pirates were starting to become rampant in the area, arriving from various parts of the sea and looking for things to collect or people to collect; these were ruthless bounty hunters who were driven by greed and blood lust. Dactrin's family was noticed by someone who knew of the Takarins and, when followed home, were targeted, his family unaware of the impending attack.

The next night, around 1:30am when the family was asleep, their home was attacked. They lived in a part of the city that was more secluded and left them further from help. It didn't take long for the pirates to complete their job, but it was brutal. The Takarins eyes, ever bright and shining, were a prized possession. The group of 8 pirates grabbed the family and dragged them to the living room, binding their hands behind their back and their ankles together. Knives were used by them, jagged blades in each hand, and merciless. The lead pirate who knew of the Takarins wrapped a blind fold around his father's face, covering his eyes. They knew that the shining eyes, when stared at, could ruin their plans. Dactrin watched helplessly as his mother was the first to be attacked, sliced multiple times and quick to bleed out. His father was next and, although he fought hard, the pirates outnumbered them and he was sliced twice as much as his mother. His flesh was torn apart and his blood, a deep red compared to his mother's, spilled across the floor. His father's Takarin body fought hard to regenerate in time to save his life, blood flowing from his multitude of wounds at an astounding rate. Still his father fought, struggled, never gave up. But the pirates kept stabbing, slicing his skin until he was basically unfolding before Dactrin's eyes. Soon, his body could no longer generate enough blood to keep up with the rate of blood he was losing...and he fell still. Dactrin screamed along with his sister, jerking against the pirates who held them down in their binds, watching helplessly as his father's eyes were carved from his dead face. The pirate stood over Dactrin, holding his father's eyes in his hands. They shone bright as if he were still alive, a brilliant blue in stark contrast to the dirt mottled hand of the pirate. "Thanks kids. These will fetch me a fortune." His voice was thick, his accent from a different country, and he had a scar running from his left brow, over his blind, moon shining eye that trailed down his cheek bone, swerving over his lips and resting at his chin. Dactrin memorized this scar, vowing to find him if he ever lived through this moment. The pirate pocketed his father's shining blue eyes, which glowed through the fabric of his pocket, and turned to leave. The remaining pirates who held down Dactrin and his sister, pulled out their knives and began slicing them as well. After just two slices, the pirate with his sister stopped, picked Shaylyn up, and began dragging her away after their leader. Shaylyn screamed, begging Dactrin to help her. Dactrin fought against the binds, trying to get to his feet, but the pirate was straddled on top of him with a solid weight of 230lbs. The massive pirate sliced away at Dactrin's back, creating a canvas with his dagger as he swung the blade across and in to his skin. Back and forth, some deep, some not, a few stabs across his arms and thighs. Dactrin's clothes began to fall off in shreds as the pirate continued. His back was covered in an array of slashes, the blood spilling to the point where his skin was barely visible through the deep red stains.

From a young age, Dactrin's father had helped his children learn how to hide their Takarin blood line. With his mother's DNA, both Shaylyn and himself were able to control when their eyes would shine brightly or not. This is why the pirate stopped when his blood lust and sadistic cravings were satisfied. Dactrin had fallen still, playing dead in a pool of his family's blood. His eyes were open but a normal, dull human color; he gave no indication to the pirate that he was worth anything more. The pirate got himself up and off of Dactrin and left with the rest of them. His father had given them instructions to look out for each other at any cost. It wasn't worth revealing their eyes to use their ability with the small hope to gain control, certainly risking their death.

Shock over took Dactrin's body but his Takarin DNA was fighting hard to save his life. He breathed shallowly through his nose as he lay on his chest, hands behind his tortured back, mouth closed as it rested in a pool of blood so thick it rose halfway to his lips. He breathed carefully through his nose, afraid to get any blood in his mouth.

Since that day, Dactrin has lived on his own in the streets, working his way to becoming a performer. Loving to travel he went from being a nomad solo artist to joining a few circus teams before finding Cirque De Mortifica. Here he feels most at home as he desires to release the never ending frustration, horror, rage, pain, and feeling of pure injustice he feels from that horrific night he lost his family. And in his work, ever still vigilant and searching, he looks for the scarred one-eyed pirate that took his sister, determined to enact his revenge on the scarred man that literally tore apart his family.

That horrific night when Dactrin lost his family left his body riddled with a myriad of scars and left his mind altered and high unstable, tainted by the cruel and unfair nature of the attack.

Extermination Specialty: Bound tightly in various, uncomfortable or embarrassing ways, strapped to a spinning wheel, he begins his show of knife throwing, purposefully prolonging the process until he fatally hits the target or when the final tease dagger thrown drains the victim of their blood. Often times his process will be lengthy as he likes to take his time, watch the blood drain, watch his victim suffer, envisioning the pirate through each victim all the while.
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Specific Circus Talent(s): Extreme accuracy with his throws, even when blind folded. Small acrobatic stunts with his knife throwing shows, such as hand stands, walking on his hands and juggling.
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Dog-Tag Level: (Everyone starts from Level 1)
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Magic Abilities: Regenerate blood cells at a rapid pace when the body feels it needs to heal/protect it's self. Has the ability to let his Takarin side show through his eyes, revealing brilliant green eyes that shine with iridescence. For those who stare too long in the eyes, Dactrin has the ability to emit emotions to the person. This connection stops the moment the eye contact is broken or Dactrin disengages his Takarin eyes, going back to his normal soft blue eyes, but the longer someone stares the harder it is to look away.

Other: Dactrin has a tattoo sleeve on his left arm, starting at his shoulder and extending down to his wrist. The intricate and full design is an array of lines, shadows and images that represents his family, his loss, his pain, his strength, memories he wants to maintain, and desires of his future ahead.
He also carries a variety of his daggers across his person and hidden with his clothes and coat.

Dactrin enjoys archery as a favorite hobby to pass the time, sometimes hunting his own food if the area allows.

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[N/A]

ANYBODY,
who wants their character to have a relationship with Dolores--Go for it and PM me c:​

 

[Ali]

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Character Name: Dactrin L. Cooper
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Human-Takarin Hybrid
Age: 28
Birthplace/World: Brimingham, Britain
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Circus Occupation: Knife Thrower
General Appearance: 5'9", 180lbs, muscular build, hazel eyes - when he engages his Takarin side his eyes are a bright and shining green with an alluring almost glow effect.
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Strengths: Accuracy, quick reflexes, has exceptional vision and sees a bit better than a normal person in the dark.
Weaknesses: Blood to his skin, is strong but not skilled in hand to hand combat so without his daggers he is at a great disadvantage. Has a bad habit of drinking too much.
Talents: Juggling, particularly with sharp objects, hand stand and walking on his hands, tattooing especially with small details (he enjoys this as one of his hobbies)
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Inabilities: Thinking before he speaks, dancing, getting close to people or allowing people to get to know him intimately.
Fears: Severely claustrophobic and hates any form of suffocation. He often uses these approaches with his victims to spite his greatest fears. Attachment to others, whether romantic or friendship, and losing people he cares for. Hemophobic to the touch so he often wears gloves during his attacks.
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General Personality: Bold, fearless, usually a calm or emotionless face but is quick to anger, often times letting his escalated emotions cloud his better judgement. Is a flirt with women and loves to have a good time, but he is not looking for any long term relationships as he fears he might lose someone if he gets too close. He enjoys being with people and having a good time, great conversation but he will keep himself distant and not allow himself to get too attached to anyone. Often times his forced struggle to stay away from positive emotions off sets his darker emotions, sometimes letting them run rampant. He is a bit mentally unstable.
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General History: Dactrin grew up with his younger sister and parents in Birmingham, Britain. His father, a born Takarin, had migrated to the UK from his planet when it was attacked and nearly destroyed. He met his wife and she fell in love, teaching him the ways of this planet and her country. Since Takarins are very similar in appearance to humans, his father blended in quite easily. Takarins have heightened senses, notably great eye sight and reflexes with a lifespan double to humans. Takarins have a stronger circulatory system and rapid regenerative blood cells, allowing them to sustain life much longer than a human when facing extreme blood loss. Dactrin's father would only need to hide his skin in layered clothing as it had a slight blue tint, only visible when one was up close to see. His eyes were also an abnormally bright blue, an almost iridescent color that attracted a lot of attention. Most humans didn't think too much of it though and simply attributed it to good genetics, always a talking point with how enthralling his eyes were. 10 years after his parents met, they had Dactrin and two years later his sister Shaylyn. They grew up in Birmingham and led a relatively normal life for a consistent 13 years. Pirates were starting to become rampant in the area, arriving from various parts of the sea and looking for things to collect or people to collect; these were ruthless bounty hunters who were driven by greed and blood lust. Dactrin's family was noticed by someone who knew of the Takarins and, when followed home, were targeted, his family unaware of the impending attack.

The next night, around 1:30am when the family was asleep, their home was attacked. They lived in a part of the city that was more secluded and left them further from help. It didn't take long for the pirates to complete their job, but it was brutal. The Takarins eyes, ever bright and shining, were a prized possession. The group of 8 pirates grabbed the family and dragged them to the living room, binding their hands behind their back and their ankles together. Knives were used by them, jagged blades in each hand, and merciless. The lead pirate who knew of the Takarins wrapped a blind fold around his father's face, covering his eyes. They knew that the shining eyes, when stared at, could ruin their plans. Dactrin watched helplessly as his mother was the first to be attacked, sliced multiple times and quick to bleed out. His father was next and, although he fought hard, the pirates outnumbered them and he was sliced twice as much as his mother. His flesh was torn apart and his blood, a deep red compared to his mother's, spilled across the floor. His father's Takarin body fought hard to regenerate in time to save his life, blood flowing from his multitude of wounds at an astounding rate. Still his father fought, struggled, never gave up. But the pirates kept stabbing, slicing his skin until he was basically unfolding before Dactrin's eyes. Soon, his body could no longer generate enough blood to keep up with the rate of blood he was losing...and he fell still. Dactrin screamed along with his sister, jerking against the pirates who held them down in their binds, watching helplessly as his father's eyes were carved from his dead face. The pirate stood over Dactrin, holding his father's eyes in his hands. They shone bright as if he were still alive, a brilliant blue in stark contrast to the dirt mottled hand of the pirate. "Thanks kids. These will fetch me a fortune." His voice was thick, his accent from a different country, and he had a scar running from his left brow, over his blind, moon shining eye that trailed down his cheek bone, swerving over his lips and resting at his chin. Dactrin memorized this scar, vowing to find him if he ever lived through this moment. The pirate pocketed his father's shining blue eyes, which glowed through the fabric of his pocket, and turned to leave. The remaining pirates who held down Dactrin and his sister, pulled out their knives and began slicing them as well. After just two slices, the pirate with his sister stopped, picked Shaylyn up, and began dragging her away after their leader. Shaylyn screamed, begging Dactrin to help her. Dactrin fought against the binds, trying to get to his feet, but the pirate was straddled on top of him with a solid weight of 230lbs. The massive pirate sliced away at Dactrin's back, creating a canvas with his dagger as he swung the blade across and in to his skin. Back and forth, some deep, some not, a few stabs across his arms and thighs. Dactrin's clothes began to fall off in shreds as the pirate continued. His back was covered in an array of slashes, the blood spilling to the point where his skin was barely visible through the deep red stains.

From a young age, Dactrin's father had helped his children learn how to hide their Takarin blood line. With his mother's DNA, both Shaylyn and himself were able to control when their eyes would shine brightly or not. This is why the pirate stopped when his blood lust and sadistic cravings were satisfied. Dactrin had fallen still, playing dead in a pool of his family's blood. His eyes were open but a normal, dull human color; he gave no indication to the pirate that he was worth anything more. The pirate got himself up and off of Dactrin and left with the rest of them. His father had given them instructions to look out for each other at any cost. It wasn't worth revealing their eyes to use their ability with the small hope to gain control, certainly risking their death.

Shock over took Dactrin's body but his Takarin DNA was fighting hard to save his life. He breathed shallowly through his nose as he lay on his chest, hands behind his tortured back, mouth closed as it rested in a pool of blood so thick it rose halfway to his lips. He breathed carefully through his nose, afraid to get any blood in his mouth.

Since that day, Dactrin has lived on his own in the streets, working his way to becoming a performer. Loving to travel he went from being a nomad solo artist to joining a few circus teams before finding Cirque De Mortifica. Here he feels most at home as he desires to release the never ending frustration, horror, rage, pain, and feeling of pure injustice he feels from that horrific night he lost his family. And in his work, ever still vigilant and searching, he looks for the scarred one-eyed pirate that took his sister, determined to enact his revenge on the scarred man that literally tore apart his family.

That horrific night when Dactrin lost his family left his body riddled with a myriad of scars and left his mind altered and high unstable, tainted by the cruel and unfair nature of the attack.
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Extermination Specialty: Bound tightly in various, uncomfortable or embarrassing ways, strapped to a spinning wheel, he begins his show of knife throwing, purposefully prolonging the process until he fatally hits the target or when the final tease dagger thrown drains the victim of their blood. Often times his process will be lengthy as he likes to take his time, watch the blood drain, watch his victim suffer, envisioning the pirate through each victim all the while.
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Specific Circus Talent(s): Extreme accuracy with his throws, even when blind folded. Small acrobatic stunts with his knife throwing shows, such as hand stands, walking on his hands and juggling.
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Dog-Tag Level: (Everyone starts from Level 1)
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Magic Abilities: Regenerate blood cells at a rapid pace when the body feels it needs to heal/protect it's self. Has the ability to let his Takarin side show through his eyes, revealing brilliant green eyes that shine with iridescence. For those who stare too long in the eyes, Dactrin has the ability to emit emotions to the person. This connection stops the moment the eye contact is broken or Dactrin disengages his Takarin eyes, going back to his normal hazel eyes, but the longer someone stares the harder it is to look away.
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Other: Dactrin has a tattoo sleeve on his left arm, starting at his shoulder and extending down to his wrist. The intricate and full design is an array of lines, shadows and images that represents his family, his loss, his pain, his strength, memories he wants to maintain, and desires of his future ahead.
He also carries a variety of his daggers across his person and hidden with his clothes and coat.​

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
HOOK ;_; ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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[Jihae]

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Character Name: Dactrin L. Cooper
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Human-Takarin Hybrid
Age: 28
Birthplace/World: Brimingham, Britain
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Circus Occupation: Knife Thrower
General Appearance: 5'9", 180lbs, muscular build, hazel eyes - when he engages his Takarin side his eyes are a bright and shining green with an alluring almost glow effect.
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Strengths: Accuracy, quick reflexes, has exceptional vision and sees a bit better than a normal person in the dark.
Weaknesses: Blood to his skin, is strong but not skilled in hand to hand combat so without his daggers he is at a great disadvantage. Has a bad habit of drinking too much.
Talents: Juggling, particularly with sharp objects, hand stand and walking on his hands, tattooing especially with small details (he enjoys this as one of his hobbies)
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Inabilities: Thinking before he speaks, dancing, getting close to people or allowing people to get to know him intimately.
Fears: Severely claustrophobic and hates any form of suffocation. He often uses these approaches with his victims to spite his greatest fears. Attachment to others, whether romantic or friendship, and losing people he cares for. Hemophobic to the touch so he often wears gloves during his attacks.
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General Personality: Bold, fearless, usually a calm or emotionless face but is quick to anger, often times letting his escalated emotions cloud his better judgement. Is a flirt with women and loves to have a good time, but he is not looking for any long term relationships as he fears he might lose someone if he gets too close. He enjoys being with people and having a good time, great conversation but he will keep himself distant and not allow himself to get too attached to anyone. Often times his forced struggle to stay away from positive emotions off sets his darker emotions, sometimes letting them run rampant. He is a bit mentally unstable.
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General History: Dactrin grew up with his younger sister and parents in Birmingham, Britain. His father, a born Takarin, had migrated to the UK from his planet when it was attacked and nearly destroyed. He met his wife and she fell in love, teaching him the ways of this planet and her country. Since Takarins are very similar in appearance to humans, his father blended in quite easily. Takarins have heightened senses, notably great eye sight and reflexes with a lifespan double to humans. Takarins have a stronger circulatory system and rapid regenerative blood cells, allowing them to sustain life much longer than a human when facing extreme blood loss. Dactrin's father would only need to hide his skin in layered clothing as it had a slight blue tint, only visible when one was up close to see. His eyes were also an abnormally bright blue, an almost iridescent color that attracted a lot of attention. Most humans didn't think too much of it though and simply attributed it to good genetics, always a talking point with how enthralling his eyes were. 10 years after his parents met, they had Dactrin and two years later his sister Shaylyn. They grew up in Birmingham and led a relatively normal life for a consistent 13 years. Pirates were starting to become rampant in the area, arriving from various parts of the sea and looking for things to collect or people to collect; these were ruthless bounty hunters who were driven by greed and blood lust. Dactrin's family was noticed by someone who knew of the Takarins and, when followed home, were targeted, his family unaware of the impending attack.

The next night, around 1:30am when the family was asleep, their home was attacked. They lived in a part of the city that was more secluded and left them further from help. It didn't take long for the pirates to complete their job, but it was brutal. The Takarins eyes, ever bright and shining, were a prized possession. The group of 8 pirates grabbed the family and dragged them to the living room, binding their hands behind their back and their ankles together. Knives were used by them, jagged blades in each hand, and merciless. The lead pirate who knew of the Takarins wrapped a blind fold around his father's face, covering his eyes. They knew that the shining eyes, when stared at, could ruin their plans. Dactrin watched helplessly as his mother was the first to be attacked, sliced multiple times and quick to bleed out. His father was next and, although he fought hard, the pirates outnumbered them and he was sliced twice as much as his mother. His flesh was torn apart and his blood, a deep red compared to his mother's, spilled across the floor. His father's Takarin body fought hard to regenerate in time to save his life, blood flowing from his multitude of wounds at an astounding rate. Still his father fought, struggled, never gave up. But the pirates kept stabbing, slicing his skin until he was basically unfolding before Dactrin's eyes. Soon, his body could no longer generate enough blood to keep up with the rate of blood he was losing...and he fell still. Dactrin screamed along with his sister, jerking against the pirates who held them down in their binds, watching helplessly as his father's eyes were carved from his dead face. The pirate stood over Dactrin, holding his father's eyes in his hands. They shone bright as if he were still alive, a brilliant blue in stark contrast to the dirt mottled hand of the pirate. "Thanks kids. These will fetch me a fortune." His voice was thick, his accent from a different country, and he had a scar running from his left brow, over his blind, moon shining eye that trailed down his cheek bone, swerving over his lips and resting at his chin. Dactrin memorized this scar, vowing to find him if he ever lived through this moment. The pirate pocketed his father's shining blue eyes, which glowed through the fabric of his pocket, and turned to leave. The remaining pirates who held down Dactrin and his sister, pulled out their knives and began slicing them as well. After just two slices, the pirate with his sister stopped, picked Shaylyn up, and began dragging her away after their leader. Shaylyn screamed, begging Dactrin to help her. Dactrin fought against the binds, trying to get to his feet, but the pirate was straddled on top of him with a solid weight of 230lbs. The massive pirate sliced away at Dactrin's back, creating a canvas with his dagger as he swung the blade across and in to his skin. Back and forth, some deep, some not, a few stabs across his arms and thighs. Dactrin's clothes began to fall off in shreds as the pirate continued. His back was covered in an array of slashes, the blood spilling to the point where his skin was barely visible through the deep red stains.

From a young age, Dactrin's father had helped his children learn how to hide their Takarin blood line. With his mother's DNA, both Shaylyn and himself were able to control when their eyes would shine brightly or not. This is why the pirate stopped when his blood lust and sadistic cravings were satisfied. Dactrin had fallen still, playing dead in a pool of his family's blood. His eyes were open but a normal, dull human color; he gave no indication to the pirate that he was worth anything more. The pirate got himself up and off of Dactrin and left with the rest of them. His father had given them instructions to look out for each other at any cost. It wasn't worth revealing their eyes to use their ability with the small hope to gain control, certainly risking their death.

Shock over took Dactrin's body but his Takarin DNA was fighting hard to save his life. He breathed shallowly through his nose as he lay on his chest, hands behind his tortured back, mouth closed as it rested in a pool of blood so thick it rose halfway to his lips. He breathed carefully through his nose, afraid to get any blood in his mouth.

Since that day, Dactrin has lived on his own in the streets, working his way to becoming a performer. Loving to travel he went from being a nomad solo artist to joining a few circus teams before finding Cirque De Mortifica. Here he feels most at home as he desires to release the never ending frustration, horror, rage, pain, and feeling of pure injustice he feels from that horrific night he lost his family. And in his work, ever still vigilant and searching, he looks for the scarred one-eyed pirate that took his sister, determined to enact his revenge on the scarred man that literally tore apart his family.

That horrific night when Dactrin lost his family left his body riddled with a myriad of scars and left his mind altered and high unstable, tainted by the cruel and unfair nature of the attack.
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Extermination Specialty: Bound tightly in various, uncomfortable or embarrassing ways, strapped to a spinning wheel, he begins his show of knife throwing, purposefully prolonging the process until he fatally hits the target or when the final tease dagger thrown drains the victim of their blood. Often times his process will be lengthy as he likes to take his time, watch the blood drain, watch his victim suffer, envisioning the pirate through each victim all the while.
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Specific Circus Talent(s): Extreme accuracy with his throws, even when blind folded. Small acrobatic stunts with his knife throwing shows, such as hand stands, walking on his hands and juggling.
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Dog-Tag Level: (Everyone starts from Level 1)
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Magic Abilities: Regenerate blood cells at a rapid pace when the body feels it needs to heal/protect it's self. Has the ability to let his Takarin side show through his eyes, revealing brilliant green eyes that shine with iridescence. For those who stare too long in the eyes, Dactrin has the ability to emit emotions to the person. This connection stops the moment the eye contact is broken or Dactrin disengages his Takarin eyes, going back to his normal hazel eyes, but the longer someone stares the harder it is to look away.
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Other: Dactrin has a tattoo sleeve on his left arm, starting at his shoulder and extending down to his wrist. The intricate and full design is an array of lines, shadows and images that represents his family, his loss, his pain, his strength, memories he wants to maintain, and desires of his future ahead.
He also carries a variety of his daggers across his person and hidden with his clothes and coat.​

I'm lovin' it.

 

[Jihae]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
HOOK ;_; ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Gurl, we need to stop doing that it's freaking me out. xD

 

[N/A]

I thought i was the only one who thought 'HOOK! :O' as well xD

 

[Ali]

Not even, hook is love, hook is life ♥

 

[Jihae]

Amen girls, amen.

 

[T E R R O R]

I thought "Pirate!" Which is close enough xD

 

[T E R R O R]

Actually, to be fully honest I said "He looks like a pirate from Pirates of the Caribbean."