- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Online Availability
- Week days I work from 6pm - 11pm and weekends are unpredictable.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- I'll play them all if I like the plot but I go for mainly fantasy and magical. I like anything that wouldn't happen to you in everyday life. I mean if you can live it why role play it.
Welcome to the dark fantasy Cirque du gothique. This story is basicly about a dark circus. All who are here are not here because they want to be more or leas its because they have no where else to go. Living conditions are harsh and most are beaten if not done what told. Let's just say its not all fun and games. Though some will say they like the particular job they don't like how the higher up treat their workers. All will agree that this is their inescapable fate.
Jamie looked at the mirror and sighed. It was that time again. Time for their last preformance in a particular city or town. His platinum hair was straight around his porcine face. He pulled on his red top hat with a corset design and stood up tying his wipe to his side. "Well he goes nothing." He muttered putting on a smile, which was of course fake. He wore red and blackattire to match his hat. Black lace up boots to match his black button down shirt under his red coat. He was the type of man depending on the clothing you put him in would depend the sex he looked.