Wait! Uh, are we allowed to have more than one charrie? Just, I've been thinking that we need some more 'not-so-nice' characters. I already have an idea, but I've already done one...
This guy is so evil you could put him in between two slices of bread and call him an evil sandwich.
Name: Daemyn Auguste (can be called either, they together are his full first name, no last name)
Age: 16 1/2
Power/Act: He can get inside peoples heads and make them see things. He can't influence them, he can just influence what they're seeing. It takes a lot of energy to do more than 30 people at once, but he can do it./ He is the "Houdini" and occasionally the magician's helper.
Appearance: He is average height, but his liberty spikes make him seem taller. He is thin, but muscular, too. White hair, black eyes, pale-ish, crooked smile to match his crooked nose (broke it in a mosh pit). He's punk, but he doesn't especially care what he wears as long as it isn't preppy or stupid.
Personality: Daemyn is loud, obnoxious, mean, and thinks himself hilarious. He doesn't care who knows it, and he doesn't care who is hurt by it. He thinks it's all funny, and he really only thinks about himself.
Weaknesses/Strengths: He is a great fighter, and he fights dirty. He doesn't usually like to use anything besides his hands or a common kitchen knife to fight with. He only thinks about himself, however, and he is very defensive. You hurt his pride, he hurts your face.
Likes: Moshing, punk music and some metal, but he doesn't like to admit it, snow, blood, fighting, *Alura*
Dislikes: quiet, goody-two-shoes, watching people eat, feeling sorry
Other: He has a soft side, but you have to really work to find it. Up for love if you can get to him.
Powers/ Circus Act: She can morph into any animal/ person she wants; she usually enjoys making the audience laugh by changing to look like one of them and immitating them. She changes her image to whatever she feels like (for people that have read Harry Potter, she's kind of like Tonks).
Appearance: Her usual image is medium height; curvy body; curly, dark brown hair down to her waist; a deep tan; and purpley blue eyes. When performing she wears a short purple dress over black fishnets and purple ballet slippers. Her physical appearance changes occasionally, but she usually keeps one or two of those features.
Personality: She's sweet, but she's a force to be reckoned with when she's mad. She loves her circus family and she's really close to them. She's gotten into several fights with angry audience members over the years she's been at the circus, but she's been talked out of them before she tries to hurt them. All of her 'family' knows that they can count on her if they get in trouble. She loves to make people laugh too, and she's a very loveable person.
Weaknesses/ strengths: Her temper flares up quickly(it can be a weakness or strength), but she's got serious fighting skills, and she's very handy with knives or a sword. She will sacrifice herself for anyone in her family (again, weakness or strength). She's also good at calming other people down and helping them out, even if she can't calm herself down;).
Likes: people with a sense of humor, the other Misfits, shapeshifting, dancing in the rain, going for walks.
Dislikes: crabby/ annoying people, laziness, green peppers, having nobody to talk to/ nothing to do.
History: She was given away for adoption by her parents when she was a baby, and her aunt adopted her and took care of her. She became scared when Kat started changing into her and mimicking her, so Kat was kept in her room. Kat eventually learned how to sneak out of her room by flying out the window in the shape of an insect, and when she heard about the Misfit Circus, she escaped and decided to join them. She's been with them for two and a half years now.
Other: up for love
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Power/Act: Unbreakable skin. It appears normal but is cold like stone and is harder than diamond. As a result he feels no pain or temperature. Human cannon ball/Tough man
Appearance: 6ft 1 with sandy blonde hair and cold reddy-grey eyes (a side effect of his strange skin). Wears grey jeans and a vest top no matter what the weather. His tops are a different colour for each day.
Personality: Mikael is slow to come out of his shell but once you get to know him he is protective and sentimental. He is prone to resorting to stony silence when he is uncomfortable.
Weaknesses/Strengths: His strong sentimentally makes him vulnerable to those who would play in his emotions. He is a good fighter as his strange gift gives him a unique advantage ... He litteraly hits like a brick.
Likes: Reading, writing, quiet meditation, spending time with his few friends, classical music
Dislikes: Noise, pollution, fighting uneceesarily, uneducated peoplle, being called a freak
Other: Up for love
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
Yay for people! If you didn't hear earlier, you can all have a second character if you want. Sammy will be so happy - we're almost ready to start! We just need a few more people... Hope you all enjoy it!
Power/Act: She can change and influence people's emotions, she can make them sad, happy, jealous...murderous, any emotion you can think of, she is the member of the circus who sells tickets and takes tips, something she can do very easily by making people feel very generous...
Appearance: She is small and blonde, with murky blue eyes and a face reminiscent of a fox, she always wears an old white tee-shirt and faded jeans.
Personality: She is clever and sly and always works to her own ends, she just stays with the circus because it's best for her at the moment, she can kind of fade into the background and listen, figuring out what everybody is doing, she can be a vicious fighter (archer), but she usually just makes her opponents feel very friendly towards her.
Weaknesses/Strengths: She can only influence a person if they are unaware and unprepared for that kind of mental invasion, everyone who knows her in the circus always has mental barriers up to block her, she's a good fighter when cornered, and typically has a bow and a sheath of arrows near at hand.
Likes: Making people do stupid things, laughing when they do, making scathing comments, ripping people off, people not noticing her.
Dislikes: People resisting her, people insulting her, quietness, peace.
Others: Up for love, but you'll probably never get her.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
((Even if my character isn't quite a 'not-so-nice' person himself, per se, he is on their side))
Name: Everyone just calls him "Viper"
Age: 18
Power/Act: He seems to be part snake. His bite can paralyze you for up to an hour, he can spit venom thus blinding people for up to a day, has heat-sensing pits like a viper, and can taste chemical residues on the air (forked tongue and vomeronasal organ). Freak.
Appearance: odd patches of his skin are covered in black scales, including a strip going across one of his yellow eyes, and his entire right arm. Stands at 5'11", thin, dark hair. Has fangs that fold out like a viper's. Forked tongue.
Personality: No one knows him well at all. He is very quiet and keeps to himself, though he does hang around with Daemyn. Seems fairly intelligent.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Doesn't tolerate the cold well, doesn't often stand up for himself. Superb reflexes.
Likes: Food, mainly anything meat based (and not always cooked), drawing, being left alone, warm sidewalks, Zanette (though he won't tell anyone).
Dislikes: Conflict, people who won't leave him alone, cold days.
Other: Up for love I guess.
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
I hopped out of Daemyn's clunker of a van, smiling at the huge green field in front of me. This was going to be good. "OK," I said, turning back to my sleepy family. "How about...Daemyn and Alura and...Kili go out to see how close the nearest town is. Try for miles, but if you can't do that give me the hours. If you don't find anything after two hours, turn around and come back. That means,"She said, glaring pointedly at Kili and Daemyn. "You WILL be home before nine. Ok?" Auguste just rolled his eyes and flipped her off, climbing back into the driver's seat. Kili smiled, hopping into the back where pillows and comforters for the entire circus were stored. "Bye-bye!" Alura chimed, climbing into the passenger seat. They peeled out, leaving tire marks in the moist grass. Fenny frowned at their laughing faces.
"Nick, have them unpack just two housing tents. You know the routine." Fey sighed and starting walking towards a small hill not too far away. As she walked, she pulled of her clean cotton gloves, and let herself touch the flower petals. It relaxed her, using her powers. At the same time she could never be too cautious. What if there was a house over that hill? What if there where hunters in that small patch of woods over there? What would any normal person think of a girl with bright blue flower petal skin? She shoved her gloves back on, mentally willing her skin to turn back to it's usual paleness. She growled and grumbled to herself as she climbed the side of the hill.
"Daemyn, would you please slow down!", I yelled. I swear that boy doesn't care about anybody but himself."I would hate to have to use my powers on you!" He stopped the car and turned around to look at me. "You listen here little lady, our time limit is two hours. I don't plan on wasting my time just so you can be happy." I muttered a few cuss words. I had no choice but to use my powers."Slow down",his facial expression changed, the car began to move slowly while I sat there and smiled.
"Ask not what your teenager can do for you, but what you can do for your teenager."
I hopped off my motorbike and walked towards the the kit van. The others were already unloading the 8 berth static tents affectionately nicknamed "Guy Fort" and "Girls Paradise". It was easy to tell them apart from smell alone. When we were on the road, chances to wash were rare and the guys could get a little odourous. I saw Fee struggling with some tent canvas and strolled casually over. "Need a hand?" I asked startling her. "Sure," She smiled shivering and offering me the tangle of rope and canvas. "Here," I said quietly wrapping my coat around her shoulders, before turning to the pile and carefully untying the tangle. "I will neer get used to that." She smiled. "What?" "The whole not getting cold thing. Riding around on that cantankerous old death trap." "First off that is nothing compared to someone like Viper, and second that is not a death trap. That is an original knightwing and his name is beasty." Fee just sighed and walked off to help the girls put up Paradise while Viper and some of the guys began putting up the Forts framework. Finally the tents were up and everyone separated into various hushed conversations and friendship groups. I slipped quietly away to write in my note book.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
"Slow down!" Alura yelled at me. Ugh, why are some people such buzz kills? But then I looked at her and remembered. She was Alura. She was small in the large leather seat, her point shoes tucked neatly under her. Be nice, I tried to remind myself. "You listen here, little lady," I said, trying not yell at her or start cussing her out. "Our time limit is two hours. I do not plan on wasting my time just so you can be happy." Unless that is, we can be happy together....
'Good God, Auguste!' I yell at myself. 'You sound like a freaking soap opera! Or worse yet, a teen romance'. I looked back at her, her brown eyes melting into my soul. She said something, her voice distant and foggy. 'You shouldn't be going to fast,' I chided myself. I started driving again, making sure to keep to the speed limit. "You know," Kili says from behind my shoulder. "It is so cute watching you guys. You're like two little love birds! Brainless, short sighted, and completely ignorant!" "Shut up, you little brat." I growled, turning to swat her away from my chair. "AUGUSTE!" Alura yelled, snapping my attention back on the road. I had accidentally veered the car off the road. We were now headed towards a large, badly placed pine tree. I cursed, pulled Kili into the front seat, grabbed Alura (thank God I don't have seat belts), and threw all three of us out my door. Old Bessie (my van) is a delicate thing, and you can't mess with her. Braking suddenly is one of those things you simply can't do with her. She would most likely blow up. So, throwing ourselves out of the old rhinoceros seemed like the best option. I dropped Kili on the way, and saw her fly 10 feet away before landing. With a teeth-rattling crash, I smashed into the damp earth, Alura knocking the last hope of breath from my lungs as she landed on top of me.
