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KIRA NICOLETTE THATCHER
NAME:
Kira Nicolette Thatcher

NICKNAME/S:
Key | Firecracker

CODENAME:
Nova

AGE:
28

DOB:
July 27th

ZODIAC:
Leo

GENDER:
Intersex Female

PRONOUNS:
She/Her

SEXUALITY:
Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:
Demiromantic

HEIGHT:
5’5”

HAIR:
Dark Brown

EYES:
Brown-greyish

BUILD:
Slender and toned, with wide shoulders and hips

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Freckles | Tongue piercing | Dimples | Burn marks down her left arm, left side of her back and shoulder

MODELING:
Kira works as a popular print and commercial model

SPECIALTY:
Fire. And in particular, explosives. She is a specialist, a technician, in the acts of arson. Easily creating and attaching bombs to her target for a little firework show. Once she attracts them, luring them in close, being nothing but their sole focus. She lights their world up.

MO:
Kira leaves her bodies behind one of two ways, burnt charcoal or blown to bits. Always one or the other, never half done.

BRANDING:
Leo sign on her right shoulder.
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KIRA NICOLETTE THATCHER
PERSONALITY:
Passionate | Independent | Dauntless | Headstrong | A little very vain | Vivacious | Flirty | Sassy | Intelligent | Cultured | Humorous | Spoiled | Loving | kind of an egomaniac | Romantic | Protective | Loyal | Popular (read: approval-obsessed) | Determined | Blunt | Stubborn | Action Taker

STRENGTHS:
Seduction | Arsonist | Well-versed enough in chemistry and engineering to do her job | Adaptive | Quick-thinker

WEAKNESSES:
Too much pride | Not very stealthy | Poor Hand-to-hand combat
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KIRA NICOLETTE THATCHER
HISTORY:
Kira orphaned herself.

Three words to easily sum up her story, but not nearly enough to explain how she became the person she is today. Not without the context and hardships, because the story matters more than the conclusion for some people. Though, she’s not keen on speaking about her past.

Before her birth, the Thatchers (a well-off family), struggled to have a child. It took a large toll on Mrs. Thatcher both mentally and physically. For years, the couple thought they’d never birth their own children. That is until finally, she gave birth to a healthy baby girl. But not “healthy” to their standards, not when her body was not “normal”, not with genitals that they felt should not have been there. But having her surgically “fixed” at that time would have been dangerous.

So, they reluctantly raised her as well. The relationship between Kira and her father was practically nonexistent. As for her mother, the woman seemed to be drifting in and out of sanity. She was not exactly kind to her daughter, nor obviously cruel. To her, Kira was a boy, she had the parts, didn’t she? She cared for her child while shaming her, expressing clearly without saying the exact words that she was a mistake.

At the age of 9, Mrs.Thatcher set fire to her only child in a bout of hysteria. Had it not been for her father walking in at that moment, she wouldn’t have lived. Kira suffered third-degree burns, leading her to be hospitalized and needing aid when returned home for months.

They never said it to her face, but she could see it in their actions, and finally heard it in secret. They wished she had died instead, it would have made things easier. So, maybe it was their turn to experience it? That’s what she thought, so then they’d understand.

In the dead of the night, she set her family's house on fire. Like most fires, it got far out of hand. And she was the sole survivor. The police wrote it off as an accident, “the gas leaked” they said, unaware of who caused that leak. And just like that, she was moved into an orphanage.

The orphanage was not any better than her own home in terms of treatment. In many ways, worse, but there was one teacher who genuinely gave her compliments during her time there. And with that, new life and ambitions were breathed into her. He was the first person to show her genuine compassion, but when they fired him for bogus claims, Kira was left alone. Again.

So, when felt old enough and that last straw was pulled, she set that building on fire too.

It didn’t just become a pattern, but an addiction for her. She had tried living a normal life, attending schools, being praised, being let down and tossed aside, and then burning, destroying what she no longer wanted. Or what no longer wanted her.

After dropping out of college, she made it a profession of hers. Starting fires, explosions, building the devices, and doing the jobs asked of her. She had a pretty decent business going on at a fair age. And when she peaked, that was when STARS stepped in.

And if Kira was a sucker for anything, it was the praises and spotlight.
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KIRA NICOLETTE THATCHER
- Can't feel heat or cold or even pain on their left arm due to those burnt nerves

- They can dance and will not hesitate to show that

- Has dated, but never really for real

- Flirts when bored just as much when she’s interested. Would probably flirt with Satan.

- People pleaser + Attention whore

- A wildfire

- Loves expensive things

- Pfft, Kira? Wrong? They don’t even fit in the same sentence

- Loves to travel

- “I’m a genius. I’m a fucking genius. Hey guys! I’m a fucking genius. I’m not even tired, it’s crazy. I’m not even fucking tired, I feel amazing.” - Kira Thatcher, 2020, very high

- “It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile.”

- Caffeine junkie

- Not the bitch you want to get upset

- Can dish it but cannot take it
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A A F R E E N A H
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
AAFRENAH ZARE

TWENTY-THREE

FEMALE
NAME:
Aafreenah Friya Zare

RACE:
Puntling

NATIONALITY:
Persian

AGE:
Twenty-three

GENDER:
Cisgender Female

APPEARANCE:
Aafreenah is a Puntling, and as one, she stands out in any crowd of regular people. Literally and metaphorically. She is a very tall individual, after all, standing 6'0" tall, with lavender-colored skin, and horns curling out of her head. Her frame is slightly curvy and toned, with wide hips and shoulders. She has donned scars on her body, including on her face, slashed down her left eyebrow, and dark brown eyes. And very noticeable, she wears a nose ring. The most "normal" feature about her may be her long raven hair, usually braid one braid.

PERSONALITY:
Cheeky, mysterious, and clever are the three words Aafreenah would use to describe herself. While they are complimenting attributes, they are not very compassionate ones. Because Afreenah is not the dictionary definition of kind and loving. Not on the surface level at least, the only love she seems to give is to her belongings and winnings. She is a woman of business and tricks. And when's she's crossed, you get the horn.

Though those close to Aafreenah know that as independent, selfish, and cold-hearted as she acts, she does have a warm beating heart and a silly sense of humor. And with time and favor, she grows soft and affectionate to people she grows fond of. That also means them being under her protection.

OCCUPATION:
Merchant/Thief

BACKSTORY:
Aafreenah was orphaned at the age of three, never knowing who her true parents were. Left on the doorstep of a monastery to be raised by a group that aided their people. Unbeknownst to many, they weren't as kind to their own members as they were to their community. Aafreenah was raised in this religious group, this cult, to the best of them. They were kind the first couple of years, but the pressure increased the older she got. Until finally, she ran away from home.

As an adolescent beginning to enter her teen years, she lived on the streets, stealing to survive. And slowly but surely, she got pretty good at it. So much so, she made a name for herself and a profession out of it. She sells most of her contraband and lives a pretty decent life nowadays.

INVENTORY:
- Daggers​
- Lockpicks​
- Rope​
- Mini notebook and pen​
- Mini telescope​

SKILLS:
- Agile. She's flexible, quick on her toes, and nimble​
- Great liar​
- Lockpicking​
- She has great precision and can fight well in close range combat for a little while​


 
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CIS MALE

HE/HIM

28 | APRIL 27TH
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
UNION SOLDIER
JOSEPH ROY HOWARD
NICKNAME/S:
Jo | Seph | Howl

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:
Homoromantic

SEXUALITY:
Homosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single

OCCUPATION:
Soldier

HEIGHT:
5'10"

HAIR COLOR:
Dark Brown

EYES:
Dark Brown

SKIN DETAILS:
N/A

BUILD:
Lean

HEALTH CONDITIONS/NOTES:
PTSD | Night Terrors

OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES:
A little scruff of a mustache |

PERSONALITY:
Artistic | Perceptive | Stubborn | Curious | Blunt | Passionate | Friendly | Somber | A little shy | Empathetic | Sensitive | Creative | Loyal | Sardonic | Lonely | Impulsive | Talkative

LIKES:
Piano Music | Books | Flowers | Tea | Spring mornings | Watching birds | Cats | Languages

DISLIKES:
Being tormented | Cold weather | His illness | Nightmares | Extreme violence | Fireworks

STRENGTHS:
Trained in combat

WEAKNESSES:
His own illness

HISTORY:
Joseph is -- was the oldest born son of five children in a middle class family. They were a family with a history in cobbling before it blossomed into an industrial business, one that was handed down to his father. And though they weren't super wealthy, having only one paid house servant, his Mother acted as if they had plenty of wealth and encouraged and supported his son's interests from a young age.

His father , however, was more serious and aware of their reality. Something he would stress to Joseph whenever he asked for money. Life at home only grew more stressful when his siblings passed away, one by one, all almost like dominoes. Different illnesses, different ages. Matters only worsened when his father passed next, killed in an accident and the business he tried so hard to keep standing fell. None of this woke his mother up, she only fell more into her delusions.

Joseph in hopes of not only making money, but aiding their country, joined the war efforts and left his mother in the care of friends. He was not all prepared for the brutality and horror he faced. He had been a brave soldier, but it took a toll on him not just physically, but mentally, until he was sent home.

Upon return, he learned of his mother's passing. Another accident, but at her own hands. The friends he left her with could not afford to keep him. Least of all when he was no longer making money. The one who him in as soon as he was released from the field was his uncle. Though his time in the man's camp has not been made easy by his own horrors and the other soldiers.

EXTRA:
- A lover of theatre
- He hums to himself often
- Doodles in the corners of papers when bored
- Not above a little blackmail all in good fun
- "If I were to die to tomorrow, what would you say to me today?"
- Howl is the nickname given to him by the soldiers due to his howling during episodes
And all the quiet nights you bear, seal them up with care

No one needs to know they're there, for I will hold them for you


JOSEPH
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ROLEPLAY DEPARTMENT
Posting Speed
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C A S I M E E R
Je te laisserai des mots
En-dessous de ta porte
Casimeer Anatol Datsyuk

27 | July 20th

Cis Male | He/HIm
NICKNAME/S:
Cas | Cassie | Meer | Cashmere

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:
Panromantic

SEXUALITY:
Pansexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single

HAIR COLOR:
Black [only ever refers to the color of his hair as raven or midnight]

EYE COLOR:
Green with a gold ring (sectoral heterochromia)

HEIGHT:
6'2" (187.96 cm)

BODY TYPE:
Athletic and slim

SCARS:
Casimeer has a few scars, all gained in the line of work from a young age and because of his hollow bones, he has fell and broke many bones numerous timea. Most have faded over time, but the most notable scars remain to be on his left ankle and his right arm.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS:
Cas has several ear piercings and one septum piercings.

DOMESTIC FORM:
If it was not for his pronounced pointed ears and color-changing eyes ( that he almost always wears kohl under), Cas could easily pass for a human being. Oh and the long tail he keeps tucked away. He's tall and lean with very pale skin, long eyelashes, sharp cheekbones, and soft lips. All features he enhances with a slight touch of makeup. Only internally does his monster form make a huge difference, that difference being his bones.

FERAL FORM:
A griffin. An untraditional griffin. All raven black, a beak, covered in feathers with back paws and front talons. The only thing remaining the same about him is his eyes. He's approximately the size of a vehicle, though his wings are larger than his body. Here is an image of his form.

POSITIVE TRAITS:
Charming | Caring | Affectionate (to friends) | Perceptive | Creative | Fashionable | Confident | Lively | Extravagant | Calm | Faithful (to friends) | Strong-willed | Intelligent | Decisive

NEGATIVE TRAITS:
Selfish | Manipulative | Unforgiving | Seductive | Arrogant | Deceitful | Cruel | Moody | Messy | Sarcastic | Prideful | Materialistic | Theatrical | Nosy

LIKES:
New clothes | Jewelry | Aerial Acrobatics | Dancing | Records | Live Music | Fresh fruits | Makeup | Skinship | Light Rain | Gold | The moon | Gardens | Swimming | Rivers | Painting | Learning | Flower Pressing | Scented Candles | Theatre | Bonfire | Marshmallows | Butterflies | Dressing Up | Snow

DISLIKES:
Seafood | Fouls smells | Mist | Being lied to (though he lies all the time) | Cold baths | Dad jokes | Humans and non-carnival monsters | Being locked indoors | Idiotic questions | Nasty people | Being alone | Being ignored

FEARS:
Abandonment | The mist | Ending up alone | Disappointing the people he cares about

MOTIVATIONS:
Surviving. It's what he's been taught to do since his mother vanishing. Surviving and looking out for his own. Nothing else matters to him.

BRIEF PERSONALITY:
Casimeer is the type of guy to wear white to your wedding. Not out of spite, but because he can't imagine not being in the spotlight. He isn't perfect, but he surely believes that he is. What's wrong with a (lot) little confidence? He looks nice and only ever dresses nice. And no one is going to dim his sparkle. To strangers, they'll find that he has a lot of bite. And to friends, he nibbles.

He's either described as alluring, cruel, and manipulative or caring, charming, and cheeky. Anyone who truly knows him is that he's both.

OCCUPATION:
Sex worker and Thief

FAMILY:
Elluka Datsyuk - Mother [Missing-Presumed Dead]
Boris Datsyuk - Father (Complicated)

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS:
Mio - Carnival Family: Cas has known Mio for as long as he can remember. She is one of the few people he listens, though not without question and teasing. She's family though.

Merritt - Childhood Friend: Upon first meetings, Cas was abrasive and bratty toward him but grew fonder after many playdates. After the attack they grew closer, both losing a parent.

Jules - Friend: The man has been his pediatrician since forever. He's always been snappy at the man because he's not part of the carnival. But he's grown fond of him and come to accept him.

Zey - Adoptive Brother: It is not official, but he has taken Zey in as his own family. He looks out for him and teaches him what he can to survive. He loves to spoil him.

BACKGROUND:
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of Rape
The Datsyuk's have part of the carnival for generation upon generation. All acrobats of many kinds and Cas's mother and father were aerial acrobats, singing, dancing, and performing impossible feats. Cas was young, but he trained just as well and performed alongside them. He couldn't have imagined a life outside the carnival where he felt safe and was loved. That is until the attack.

His father had been maimed protecting them, now unable to work, but it didn't matter because the carnival was close. And as for his mother ... She had disappeared into the mist. Cas remembers her letting go of his hand and walking away from him, but he didn't follow.

Life was hard for the father and son after, they didn't have any skills outside of performing. He decided to steal until one day when he was almost 15 he had been caught. The man had decided to let them both go if he could have him for the night. And that was what kicked off his sex work with his father pushing him into it. The career changed their relationship, but Cas himself has changed.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:
Daggers

POWERS/ABILITIES:
In his feral form, he possesses the ability of flight. On top of that he also is able to tear into almost anything with his talons and possesses enhanced, telescopic vision. Lastly, he has hollow bone stay make him faster and lighter.

SKILLS OF NOTE:
Acrobats | Well-balanced | Throwing knives | Stealth | Manipulation | Seduction

MISC:
- His hair is not black, he will call it raven or midnight and nothing less
- Can read tarot cards and often offers to predict the future of his friends and does it anyway
- Sings to himself often, has to keep his voice sharp
- Can conjure tears at will
- Knows how to puppeteer and owns three puppets, one of which he made himself
- Does his own makeup, and does it well, he doesn't trust anyone with his face
- Refuses to not stand out, always has an entrance to remember
- Has a habit of sneaking up on people
- Developed the ability to completely mute out what and who he doesn't want to hear
- Not someone you want to challenge, he always pays his dues


 

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CIS MALE

HE/HIM

32 | OCTOBER 6TH
ASPEN, COLORADO
UNDERCOVER DETECTIVE
JACOB GIDEON BARNABY
NICKNAME/S:
Jake | Jakie

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:
Biromantic

SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single

OCCUPATION:
Undercover Detective

HEIGHT:
6'0"

HAIR COLOR:
Dark Brown

EYES:
Blue

SKIN DETAILS:
Scarred

BUILD:
Lean and athletic

HEALTH CONDITIONS/NOTES:
Insomnia | PTSD

OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES:
A scruff of a beard

PERSONALITY:
Observant | Headstrong | Quiet | Charming | Cheeky | Devoted | Loyal | Serious | Decisive | Quick-Thinking | Adapting | Strategic | Intelligent | Distant | Mildly Humorous | Caring

LIKES:
Dancing | Classic music | Literature | Drizzling rain | Running | Fantasy Films | Fall season | Creamy coffees | Church architectures | Fresh bread | Naps | Solving his cases | Helping people

DISLIKES:
Drugs | Harmful criminals | Christmas season | Waking up early | Sunny days | Closed spaces | Muddy grounds | Idiots | Letting fear control him | Loss of control

STRENGTHS:
Hand to hand combat | Firearms | Strategic and observant

WEAKNESSES:
Sometimes not sensitive enough | Helping others first

HISTORY:
Jacob was raised by a single mother in a tourist town. His father walked out to him and his mother when he was too young to remember his face and his mother had never been the same since. Their living situation was bad, but he never knew how bad until he was old enough to recognize his mother disappearing for a few days at a time and suffering from shakes and other attitude problems was not normal. He was ten when he returned home to find his on the floor overdosed.

His grandmother was swift to take him in to keep him out of foster systems. He had to move into a new town to live with her and there he met his first real friend. They were inseparable until she had to move away, leaving Jacob behind. He took it hard but was able to make new friends and decided to go to college to join the police academy.

He's done good work making his way up to detective, he's been undercover for nearly a year now.

EXTRA:
- Piano prodigy, he could have made a career out of it
- Dances like you can't believe
- Adores little children
- Tilts his head back when he laughs
- Favorite movie is The Silverlining Playbook
- Sushi is his favorite food
- Calls his grandmother every week
Breathing in the dark, lying on it's side

The ruins of the day painted with a scar