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Realistic or Modern Evergreen Circus (re-vamped!) || MAIN

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Calista Savas calista.jpg
The sun had barely settled across the horizon when the residents of Evergreen circus began to stir. Sunrise meant practices and work. Sunrise meant another day was stirring and if everyone didn't wake, there would be no performance that night. It was an efficient system– and one that had long since been followed by the members of the trope.

All throughout the grounds, creatures of various origins were going about their morning routines. Music could be heard, drifting through the air from several trailers. Some groundkeepers had already found their way out of bed that morning, clearing up the litter from the night before.

In one camper, a woman sat at her vanity. A smaller figure, her daughter, sat on her lap, coloring a blank sheet of paper. Lithe fingers twisted braids into the girl’s hair, weaving the messy tresses into something more presentable. Classical music stirred from a record player, soft background music for the duo. The girl was half-asleep in her mother’s arms, although the woman didn’t mind. She kept braiding, humming under her breath to the tune she knew by heart. Her movements were simple. In no time, two braids fell past the girl's shoulders and down her back.

Calista smiled as she ran a comforting hand over her daughter's forehead. The girl, Katya, yawned before she nuzzled into her mother's stomach. Calista shook her head, attempting to keep her giggles to herself as she continued to get her daughter ready for the day. One of her hands then drifted down to her daughter’s back, waking her gently. Katya glanced up, blinking away the sleep in her eyes and scrubbing small hands over her pale cheeks.

If you’re that tired, go back to bed, baby. I still have to get your clothes set out anyway.” Calista hummed. "Just lay on your stomach so you don't ruin your hair."

The girl scampered off her lap then. Tossing herself across the pink sheets, Katya left out a muffled sigh into her pillow. Calista watched through the mirror, dark brows raised in amusement. After a moment, she refocused on getting herself ready. Weaving the long strands into a french braid, she tossed the braid over her shoulder. Glancing in the mirror, she nodded to herself before she made her way to her closet, knowing she had a limited amount of time to get to her office that morning.


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Further away from the big top, another member laid on the floor of his trailer. Green eyes studied the skylight above him, taking in the fading stars.

Sighing through his nose, Kamon got to his feet and set about getting ready for the day. Getting dressed was easy—as well as coaxing his long hair into a bun. However, the true fun came with the glass cages that resided throughout his camper. Reptiles of all shapes and sizes resided within, waking along with their master.

Glancing at his calendar, he counted the days and sighed.

Feeding day.

Kamon crossed his arms, studying the clock. He had completely forgotten he had to feed his animals that morning. Grumbling to himself, Kamon set to work.

The minutes ticked away as he went from cage-to-cage, prepping whatever food the reptiles needed. Snakes coiled around his arms once he opened their cages, greeting their master with noises that Kamon knew by heart. Lizards squeaked and croaked. Kamon spoke to them, bowing his head to hear their soft voices. He couldn't help but to glance at the clock, his anxiety growing. He hated being late. Yet, he still had a duty to these creatures that relied on him. He sighed, focusing once more on his task.
 
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Marcel Vulpe


Marcel’s red eyes stared lazily at the drifting, listless clouds as they waltzed across the pale morning sky. He gave out a sigh in frustration, blowing a piece of his grey hair out of his face. He was lying on one of the thicker tree branches from a large oak tree located near the circus grounds. Marcel’s leg swung back and forth through the air. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves surrounding him into a relaxing orchestra of noise.

“God, I am so bored.” He lamented aloud to himself, his woe of despair comparable to the dramatics of a character in an excitable soap opera. He had been awake for only a short period, yet he usually liked to start his day with a little bit of morning drama. Slogging exhaustion and early morning responsibilities sure were a flammable duo for igniting tempers.

In one hand, Marcel fiddled with a slim throwing knife. The delicate blade glinted in the dappled, migrating sunlight that filtered through the tree leaves. The movements of the blade were quick, but came off as clumsy, as if at any time he could make a wrong move and slash a deep cut into the heel of his palm. With a closer study, Marcel’s skilled gestures could be picked up with each twist of the knife. This clumsiness was purposeful whenever he handled knives. He usually played up that clumsiness most while performing. Marcel loved seeing the strained faces of anxiety throughout the crowd, all of them gearing up for him to slash through his hand or cut off a finger throughout his entire performance. The thought of such excitement swelled in his chest. If there was never any risk in his movements, it wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

Marcel turned his head to look at the various people milling about the grounds in the distance. Maybe there’d be some type of commotion or treason he could catch a glimpse of to store for later use against someone. He always hated this part of the circus. The lying about, waiting for another performance or something equally exciting. Not to mention the amount of manual labor it took to run the daily maintenance of their set up. The one thing that he hated more than boredom was any extra exertion of manual labor. The very notion of “hard work” made him sick to his stomach.

His calculating eyes followed slowly at the distantly working figures, engrossed in their early set of daily tasks. Something had better capture his interest soon, otherwise he’d have to get involved and do a little meddling. Marcel smirked mischievously, the slightest peak of his fangs glinting in the patchy sunlight from above. What a shame.
 
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RPnationKarima.jpgAmaris Tempraire

Even though Amaris had been a part of the Evergreen Circus long enough to get used to, and even enjoy the routine, that drove their performances, the one thing that she didn't think she'd ever get used to were the early mornings. As the sunrise started to light up her rather circular bed she hastily let go of the pouch that she couldn't seem to avoid clutching every night. Knowing that no one was watching her, she still overemphasized the act of throwing it across her 'room', noting where it fell. Proud of her feigned independence, she attempted to stretch out her limbs before hitting the walls of her trailer and remembering how small the impulse buy was.

After she joined Evergreen it became clear that sleeping outside in trees or atop other vans left her and belongings exposed, both to people and the elements. While she did trust most of her fellow performers not to steal from her, that didn't change the fact that the Circus drew attention wherever they went, and that attention ended up attracting random locals who could think of nothing funnier than to sneak around and mess with the performers. She used most of her first few paychecks to buy this small trailer that was more of a tent if she was being honest with herself. As someone who was used to the luxuries and space that came with her father's successful business ventures, the necessity of having a budget had originally left her reeling.

She tried to mentally run down the list of what she would have to do for today's performance while she pulled on her work clothes. As a backup acrobat, she felt obligated to check with Qadira to discuss whether or not she was going to want a second performer or opener with her act. If not, she would probably be needed to stay and help out the stagehands. A performer at heart, Amaris nevertheless fancied being able to work with what happened behind the scenes as the performances went on. The backstage was reigned by chaotic coordination that left her feeling fulfilled after every performance. Besides, the strength required to move many of the pieces helped keep her in shape.

Putting on a smile, she stepped out of her trailer and checked her appearance in the mirror-like door. Her marks seemed to get brighter the longer she worked here and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. In all honesty, it worried her, even though she wouldn't say so. That worry led her to try and pin and hide her ears. She didn't want people reading her today, or any day, and although the tufts always managed to work their way free it made her feel better by trying. In an attempt to distract herself, Amaris decided to run out to the general grounds. Maybe she would be able to find someone to talk to, or just find somewhere to pitch in to get through the mountains of work needed to get prepared for tonight's performance.
 
3189dcb16a262589fb4bbb26b98c7285.jpgGiovanni Romero
Early mornings were quite a sight to him. The smell of fresh air being invaded by his coffee and buttered toasts, cheerful music coming into the trailer he was assigned at and some other genres that resemble the not so vibrant and rather "not wanting to wake up" mood coming from other neighboring vans. The shy creaks coming from the old wooden seat he sat on, the sunshine quietly climbing up to his face, warmth from both the rays and beverage that would lift up his energy for the warm up session and first circus performance. The window he cleaned eight hours ago and now entrance of the light also served as an opening to watch the rest of the early birds in the camp moving around lifting tents, organizing any implements, doing the daily check ups of inventory, attracting people and convincing them to attend the show that was coming this day.

The fact that this circus had been auto denominated as supernatural had him wondering... was it just the typical group of artists deviating from the human average? As it turns out, the publicity meant things literally. And though he once saw a similar bunch of guys some years ago at the city of Cairo, he wasn't feeling like joining them that time, maybe not ready to perform along others like him even though he received invitations and the international aspect of the group had charmed him. But this second chance brought a new light to his eyes, he'd always wanted to work here surrounded by his supernatural community. After speaking with one of the managers at the circus, a calm job interview and a little display of what he was capable of, he made it in rather easily. It seemed there was no contortionist working for them so any other person taking the spot would naturally be welcomed inside. Growing curious on whether more stagehands were needed or not, he soon found out outside the office that he'd forgotten to ask. "Oh well, not relevant for now" He mumbled to himself.

After finishing his classic breakfast, Giovanni took a short bath of cold water, washing his face and clearing the pillow marks on his left cheek, putting on one of his black jogging shorts and a sleeveless yellow shirt, going out barefoot and showing his yellow pedicure. Before leaving his temporary home, he took some time to sit on a lotus position on the floor, remember his argentinian teacher and finish the short ritual by kissing the emerald necklace hanging over his bed and the bottom of the van. Hair brushed and ready to go, he went out to the logs in front of his trailer, slightly tilted but dug in deep enough to support his weight before falling to the side. The trees surrounding the logs and chanting birds made it feel like an oasis surrounded by a sea of dead tires and aluminum caravans. He thought it could be a nice place to read too if there would be time for that, hang a hammock between the logs and get some sleep to enjoy the afternoons below the tree leaves.

Stretching a little bit for around forty minutes before beginning his practice and workouts that generally lasted four to five hours in order to stay well composed. After all, last thing he'd want to happen on his first day was one of his hamstrings or tendons ripped apart. What tricks would he show today? It wasn't a big question honestly, because of course there was a path he wanted to follow, some sketches of what would be his main act. First impressions are always important. Gio's mind recalled one of his russian friend's routine which consisted on a floor act. Floor performances were the basics when doing contortionism, but the magic behind them lies in their fluidity and interpretation, so that could be a good mix for whatever the organizer had in mind for the day. This by the way reminded him from checking with the manager or any other of the artists if there was going to be any music at the show. Undoubtedly the main component of the show.

While the stretching session kept going with an inverted leg hold, his eyes caught a pair of long, magnificent wings at the distance, inevitable murmurs came out of his mouth "Hmm... Been a long time since I last saw one of them" Giovanni pondered on calling her, but being a random guy, upside down, calling out with a random "Hey! Yo!" would sound more than odd to him. Gio takes his foot down to start working on his split over one of the pads he put last night below the trees. She clearly looks like one of the artists at the circus, maybe she's looking for one of her friends... would she notice him as one of the new guys? maybe she was new here too. With those thoughts settled, Gio made his mind on staying quiet next to the illuminated bench by the morning lights and keep going with his stretching session. If she glanced over he'd answer with a sweet amicable smile and a hand sign of peace, hopefully that would work to not frighten other with his fangs peeking out.
 
[ — Asura Tanaka — ]
Location: outside calista's trailer || Interacting with: calista mochi bun mochi bun || Mood: mildly antogonistic

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When it came to being a demon, there were only two modes of consciousness. There was being awake and then there was... not. For Asura, the faint glow of the rising sun through the parted blinds had him opening his eyes, once more fully-aware of his surroundings. Mismatched eyes focused on the clock on top of his desk. He tilted his head, lazily glancing towards the office door. Although it was still early, there was a distinct lack of his second-in-command. Sighing through his nose, he weighed the pros and cons of walking through the grounds.

It only took him another moment before he was standing, his movements inhumanely smooth. Reaching around his chair, he grabbed his coat and slid it over his shoulders. Clawed hands slid into the pockets as he slipped out the door, eyes trained resolutely ahead of himself.

The sounds of the entire troupe awakening could be heard. With each step, he could hear another heartbeat. Could feel another person rousing from the throes of sleep. He snorted under his breath when he heard someone startle themself awake with a snore. He pulled back into himself when he finally neared Calista's trailer.

Knocking on the door, he took a step back. He subtly straightened his shoulders, hands folded in front of himself.

Despite his mild approach, he knew his presence could be taken as an insult. Most demons were prideful creatures. They relied on themselves and trusted no one. Infringing upon one's personal space was a most-definite taboo amongst their kind.

Still, Asura found himself knocking again. Lips pulling back into a grin, he 'politely' called out, "Calista? Are you awake yet?"


 
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Fieris Viserwood.
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The sun could be all but blinding to cold, azure hues as they open just so, slim fingers brushing across satin curtains; long limbs stretch themselves out, joints popping in tandem. Fieris was no stranger to waking up in the early morning hours, the day-star making itself known as it reflects itself upon the earth. His limbs sprawl out across his mattress, and he could almost chuckle at the starfish-like visage he brought upon himself. Finally, with a yawn, Fieris pulled himself up on long legs, combing his fingers through hair that lay flat on his forehead.

Another day of the same monotonous routine, but one Fieris could never lose his enthusiasm for. The circus brought him a purpose, and if that meant waking up in the early mornings to bring himself to another act, so be it. He leaves his hair insipid and messy, but takes the time to put together his outfit with practiced precision, as he always has. Finally, with a last once-over of his appearance, he leaves the door shut behind him.

This left Fieris to the most arduous part of awakening: figuring out what to do, until he is given a responsibility to attend himself too. Other various members of the troupe take themselves to task with their specified acts, though Fieris was a bit more complicated in his regard. In essence, an animal act, just because he had human tendencies didn't mean Fieris didn't need a trainer. He couldn't comprehend every transit by himself, and everyone needed outside support at one point, right?

He'd gone through quite a few trainers in his day, and the only ones he was well aware of in the present day was Narra Edyoniel. Perhaps when she made her presence known around the circus, he could ask for her assistance. Yet, for now, he supposed he'd sit idle until something vaguely piqued his interest. And surely, with the eccentricities that presented themselves, that couldn't take to long.
 
Qadira
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D8i-nXfXsAEmmjZ.jpgQadira as always awoke just before the dawn. The crisp change in their air was subtle, but enough to stir her eyes to flutter open. The dim light made it easy for her eyes to adjust but she laid still in her bed a few moments longer. She wasn't a lazy person, but times like this she wished she could lounge about like this all day...well maybe not all day that'd be a bore, but at the very least thirty more minuets. Alas there was a lot to do before tonight's run of performances, and soon everyone would be up and about anyways making it too noisy to sleep anyways. Everyone in the circus seemed like an early riser, though if that was natural or because of the prep work load she wasn't sure. Perhaps she'd ask around one day and find out. She was used to fluttering about like a social butterfly to all her fellow acts, and stagehands. She found it interesting to learn about all the different people gathered here, and if they let her know, what brought them here.

She gracefully arose and stretched out her arms and legs before checking that her most prized possessions were still safely and securely hidden away. This was a routine she did regularly throughout the day, as well as right before and after she sleeps. She couldn't risk them falling into the wrong hands ever again after all. She was free and she'd like to keep it that way. She floated about her room getting dressed in her casual practice wear since she wouldn't need to be in her performance clothes until much later in the day. She figured tonight she'd ask if Amaris wanted to join her on stage. It was always good fun to perform with someone. Not to mention she was still working on perfecting a new solo routine and it wasn't quite ready to be reveled yet. She left the wind gently weave her long white hair into a single neat braid. She finished her look with a golden band around it's tip and gave herself a once over in the mirror to make sure everything was just right.

She exited her tent and floated up above it and did her daily stretching and yoga routine as she watched the sun rise. The sight was breathtaking, and she felt she'd never bore of such a warm sight. She also enjoyed it because she could see some of the others always walking about. She enjoyed watching the people around her almost as much as she loved talking to them. They were her window to the world since she'd spent so much of it locked away from time to time. some faces were more farmiliar than others like the Ringleader making his way to probably Calista's tent, Marcel lurking about for some reason or another, and oh that face looks new? She figured she might as well say hi, but then got distracted at the sight of Amaris. She finished up and then floated down beside her, "Good morning!" She chimed happily.
 


Dawn had always been Narra's favorite time of the day. The time when living creatures still lulled by the mother earth's soft whispers. Naturally connected with nature, Narra was capable of sensing every heartbeat that made into a philharmonic orchestra, before delivered faintly to her ears.

Her morning always welcomed by sweet refreshing fragrance of the flowers which sometimes, brought a sense of nostalgia. Yawning inside her comfortable bud, Narra opened her sleepy eyes. Instead of having a big trailer, Narra picked a flower near the circus as her bedstead, different flowers each day to ensure no jealousy between the beautiful flowers. That way, she could stay "nature" enough while adapting to the human environment. As soon as Narra woke up, the flower carefully uncovered its bud, one by one before fully revealed the yellow fae. Several birds were already flying around the flower, ready to greet Narra with their nonstop chirpse, "Morning~," her voice was muffled but clear enough to excite the birds.

"Okay, let's go for bath time!" She exclaimed as she jumped to one of the birds, stroking its head before both of them streaking to the nearest pond. Arriving there, Narra instantly drowned herself in the cold water, followed by her bird friends. The chilly sensation climbed from her feet up to the ends of her golden hair, waking up every sense on her body. After that, she dried herself by flying around with the birds, while at the same time, patrolling around to find helpless animals. Her morning routine ended with drinking some nectar as her breakfast. Full and clean, Narra was ready to start her job at the circus.

Flying slowly around the circus, Narra took her time to greet every member she crossed by. There was Giovani, the newest member if she recalled correctly, then Amaris and Qadira not far from Giovani, while the others were too far or busy for her to say morning. Her roam stopped as she saw Fieris, one of her partners in the act, sitting alone.

"Sooo~ What do we have here?" She smiled brightly as she levitated in front of Fieris's face, "Morning! Have you had your breakfast yet? Because we're gonna go through a looooong training today, prepare yourself lad!" She spun several times in excitement before stopping as dizziness rushed to her head.

 
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