I'm a superstar // Give a fuck who you are // Kill for the cameras and lights // Can you see it in my eyes? // Don't these motherfuckers know I'm crazy!?
Name: Amelia Theodora Ward
Nicknames: Amy, Ames, though most everyone calls her Mimi- a nickname coined for her late night show.
Age: 35, DOB: 7/14/1989
FC: Kat Dennings
Gender/Sexuality: Cis Woman [She/Her], Bisexual
Occupation: Late Night Host for GVLN Channel 9.
Residency: A small home in town she shares with her twin brother, Tilt Ward.
Positive Traits: Comedic, Capable, Family-Driven
Negative Traits: Untrusting, Sarcastic, Gossip
Relationship Status: Single [Open]
Skeleton: OC
Aesthetic: The bad twin was always her brother so she could get away with murder. Leather and red-painted lips, the purr of a bike beneath her, the road is her closest friend, and unlike the black sheep she respected it. But at least he was a sheep- she’s a wolf, wicked toothed and hungry underneath fleece, a hyena waiting for the right kind of scraps looking after her cackle- a will to do anything to protect what’s hers. She failed once. Never, ever again.
HISTORY
A boston transplant in her early days, Amelia Ward was always the more cunning of the Ward twins, the one with the plan to put her brother’s might to work. They saw their first body at eight- they learned about murder at eleven- Sometimes she misses hushed discussions of who in town might be a killer hiding among them with her brother- She misses the other things about him far, far less.
Her family was loyal to a biker gang, and until Tilt’s accident, Mimi was a popular fixture at the local clubhouses, both of her own crew, and others. She was never involved in more than a little drug use and drinking, and knows nothing about her brother’s deal for amnesty in the face of a bust that spared her losing her beloved job at the local news station as a late night host.
She’s been the overnight host of the local news station since her early twenties, and is well liked for it, a sardonic, witty type capable of a clean, charming delivery with a sense of humor in most things, she fell into the role well, though she does have a tendency to gossip about things in a way that’s a little… disrespectful without thinking it through.
After the death of their father, and Tilt’s accident soon after, Mimi hung up her loftier goals of eventually leaving Greenview to look after Tilt, and when the prognosis declared he was likely to never be able to live alone again, she swallowed their lingering differences, and the two of them moved into a small home in town- it beat the trailer park they grew up in, and separate apartments, when there was always the risk of Tilt having an episode.
Her familial loyalty is unwavering, and in the face of murders happening around town, she’ll sooner sell anyone else up the river to save her and Tilt’s hides- though she maintains her own research, and a conspiracy style pinboard about the incident years ago- but she insists ‘true crime is in’ these days.
She's the only Ward who still has ties to the gang that quickly fell apart after the bust following Tilt's accident, though her colors and her motorcycle both have the patch for The Carnivale resolutely crossed out or covered over- she's just not in the market for giving up on good leather or a perfectly functional easy rider.
Far more skeptical and untrusting of others than her brother, Mimi tends to subject most everyone Tilt brings home to a substantial amount of scrutiny, up to and including background checks, if she can get away with it- this habit has not lightened, in the days following an actual, legitimate murder.
The designated leader of Ethir. Replaced every five hundred years, they are usually of the older generations of elves in the tower. There are multiple candidates trained throughout the century leading up to the replacement process. Upon becoming the Seere, the chosen candidate gains access to the vast aetherical knowledge stored within the tower’s lower levels - a library containing ancient texts dating back to the first recorded period of man’s history - and a pool of aether that draws in the aether from the surrounding sea. By allowing direct access to the pool’s aether, the Seere casts spells that are otherwise impossible to use by mortals, either in defense of Ethir or in the pursuit of specific knowledge. Absorbing this aether directly, however, reduces an elf’s lifetime over time, leading to the need for replacements every few centuries.
Any decisions that could affect the entirety of Ethir are brought before the Seere and a council made up of their peers (former, future, and potential Seeres). As the most knowledgeable of the elves, trust is placed upon them to make decisions for the tower involving their allies and enemies. On very rare occasion, there have been uprisings to overthrow a rogue Seere, but due to the limitations on a mortal body enforcing a limit on aether consumption, it has never ended in too big of a disaster.
The first Seere, long since deceased, was the first to slay the Divine Beast, Ammiras. It is because of this that such high honors were bestowed upon them, and played a large part in easing relations between elves and humanity.
Dalvensus is kingdom of monsters, located to the far north near Myrartis. Due to aetherical disturbances, monsters that should not exist often appear here, and are pushed back by nearby countries. However, Myrartis seems to have become involved with Dalvensus and its creatures, leading to their growing hostilities in recent years.
Drawn by the high amounts of aether in Ethir, what seemed to be a plantlike scout from Dalvensus traveled there and attempted to root itself in the tower. It did not go unnoticed by the elves living there, however, and they captured it before it had climbed to the top of the tower. While the goal of Jastira, a renowned alchemist and the last ruler of Ethir, was to study and experiment on this creature, an incident occurred causing it to infect a number of elves and turn them into abominations.
Due to Ethir isolating themselves from the rest of the world, this went unnoticed for some years. When it was discovered, red vines had overtaken most of the tower. Its inhabitants were now beasts similar to those that lived in Dalvensus, with the plant that brought their ruin rooted in the inner depths of the tower, far beneath the sea. Guarding it is Jastira herself - still looking humanoid, dawning a red dress, she attacks all trespassers with magic and dodges with inhuman speed.
Algumas vezes Lucien levava Melian ao coletor quando eram crianças para conseguir comida e esmolas, ela sempre achava que a comida aparecia do nada e que era só fazer um pedido, mas que não podiam fazer demais se não faltaria pra outras pessoas.
Quando foi recrutada, Melian demorou pouco para descobrir que se fizesse birra o suficiente conseguiria que trouxessem o irmão para cuidar de si.
Melian obedecia ao irmão, sempre. Mesmo contrariada ela pararia de fazer algo se ele mandasse.
Melian não se lembra da mãe, quando tenta costuma imaginar uma versão feminina de Lucien.
Quando era criança e brincava de treinar com o irmão de madrugada ela quebrou o nariz dele.
Melian tinha medo do escuro quando mais nova, mas se recusava a procurar o irmão para dormir com ele por que tinha medo do alojamento dos meninos.
Quando começou a ficar adolescente Lucien disse a ela que ela deveria bater que qualquer menino que tentasse se aproximar e ela levou isso ao pé da letra.
Melian e Lucien dificilmente brigavam, mas quando faziam era algo quase que catastrófico. Geralmente Melian começava as brigas e ela quem terminava elas chorando e pedindo desculpas.
Melian guardou todos os itens de Lucien dentro de um baú e nunca abriu para entregar quando ele retornasse.
Desde o desaparecimento do irmão, Melian vai frequentemente ao Coletor desejar que ele volte assim como faziam quando eram crianças.
Mercy's preference for meat has thankfully not suffered for his presence in Huntsville, regularly eating deer steak and potatoes for dinner when the cirque eats together. He has a taste for the finer things, despite his humble, nomadic living with the circus, and this shines through with food, expensive wine, exotic fruit and meals, he was often exploratory with his palate, and took a badge of honor from his willingness to try new things.
as it stands now, he'd probably commit various atrocities for a fruit roll up from the box, or some Trix cereal- he misses processed sugars perhaps the most, in their absence.
Hello lovely, I'm corruption- I just noticed that you seemed a little down. Just sign right here on this line and I can change your life This is a blind shot in the dark, I don't think what you need is love- Take that off we're gonna make you a star!!!
"Have Mercy baby! Merc Wainwright, but you can call me daddy. The better half of the Sidon Brothers, 30 years young. Freakshow barker performing feats of human strength, firebreathing, human blockhead, coal walking, ever seen a man put a hook through his face? you want to? But I'm outta the game, as seven years ago my idiot brother took a wrong turn with our circus and landed us here, in Huntsville. I've recently taken ownership of the oddities shop in town and trade in useless shit nobody wants anymore. Me and the commune don't fuck with each other, really, guess I spend too much time sniffing around it for tail and not enough time 'participating' in their whole gig. I'm a hedon, who doesn't believe in vices, but if I had to pick one, I've been known to get myself involved in the affairs of those married, taken, and otherwise off the market."
Name: Roewan "Mercy Wainwright" Sidon
Aliases: Merc, Mercy, RoRo, The Marvelous Mr. Wainwright
Age: 30 (October 13th)
Sexuality/Gender: Pansexual Cis Male
Personality: Mercy's a showman, and that much is clear moments into knowing him. Loud and demanding of attention, he commands a room when he enters it, and isn't one to shy away from conflict. a true hedonist, Mercy's only goals in life appear to be his own pleasure and receiving the affections and accolades of others, quick to assume something is wrong with them if they don't like him, or find him attractive. Vain to a fault, he continues to defy his surface-level behavior by being a loyal friend, protective and willing to die for those who mean the world to him, if push comes to shove. A con-artist and gambler who loves to rig the game in his favor, Mercy's tendencies to challenge people to bets they 'surely can't lose' only to rinse them for their belongings is well known- a man skilled in sleight of hand and misdirection thanks to a background in the circus- not everyone in the Menagerie is a conman, but Mercy certainly took on the role early into his life.
Occupation: Former sideshow performer and 'freakshow' announcer, current owner of Auntie Em's Antiques and Oddities.
Affiliations: The Menagerie Circus, the Town of Huntsville, Arkadeon Sidon, Hex Sif-Sidon
Scent Profile: Heady notes of sugar and honey under something more bitter, like warm coffee, petrichor and blood. Lanolin from violin bows, a scent and a talent he shares with Hex, the dusty scent of old, well loved books and furniture, and the herbal notes of marijuana cigarettes smoked out of black paper rolls.
Aesthetic: A clean, well pressed vest and perfect white dress shirt ruffled by hands reaching to run down covered chest. The glint of a dagger, juggled, swallowed, or tucked along the hem of someone else's smallclothes. Rosy colored glasses hiding the aces tucked up your sleeves, blood on your tongue but the pain's always been a pleasure, so you share it, copper between lips, steel hidden away. A brother wearing a crown, your hunger for power insatiable and only asleep, not quelled by the platitudes you were offered. Black-painted nails and several rings streaked sanguine. Your suit is still impeccable, somehow.
Hello darling, Names seduction- Why don't you find something comfortable? Let me take your coat.... Don't be reluctant. Nothing you want can phase me, I'm all ice inside baby! Let's fix that addiction, You're sick'n I've got the remedy.
CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE POST ARRIVAL
The hedonistic, self-serving younger of the Sidon siblings, Mercy has made himself a rather unpopular member of the Menagerie in the time since his arrival with a substantial number of people. His tendency to serve only the interests of himself at the end of the day prove him to be rather impossible to get along with, and only those who have successfully appeased the selfish, lavish man first have come to know him as a loyal, well-meaning friend. As the now owner of Auntie Em's (as of mere months ago) He takes in the relative 'junk' that people can't find uses for- or things that townsfolk who meet an... untimely end, leave behind. He functions similarly as a fence, with a no-questions-asked policy for buying and selling, no matter the item. An eclectic, an artist, and an inventor of his own regard, he has a tendency to tinker, taking apart the junk and oddities in his shop to create something new- though it's typically something sharp or naughty, all things considered.
His pleasure-seeking ways aren't completely, and uniquely self serving, of course, as he's become rather well known for his 'get togethers' held overnight in houses no longer occupied, cheekily touted as the 'chance to get to know your neighbor' but decidedly leaning into the carnal. While it's an open secret- and something Mercy himself tends to hand out invites to like candy, It's still something he plays dumb about- especially to the police and government around Huntsville- generally distrusting of them at large. He doesn't seem to be bothered, by the fact he's trapped here, the looming threat of death embraced like a dagger held in his teeth- a living dead boy with no fear of death since his childhood, Mercy Wainwright has no want or need to get attached- and dead bodies piling up around him are par for the course. Calamity made flesh, chaos in flesh and bone- Mercy's seen the world before he could even drink- and now he's found himself bored of what it has to offer. He can only climb higher and higher- but Huntsville may yet melt the wax holding together inky black wings.
i have a feeling vernon does not drink enough water…yeah… like wasn’t he the one who ordered chocolate milk when they were eating seafood lekelemoemdowkwowowkwof
Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.
- The most obvious signs are definitely her ears and tail. Her ears will perk up when something’s got her attention, and her tail will either thrash about or puff up and quiver a bit. Besides those, she can never sit still if she’s excited - she’ll either bounce around, continuously shift her weight from foot to foot, or probably make some noise with her hands if she’s sitting down (like patting her hands against her knees or something). It’s pretty obvious when she’s really excited about something.
