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Cyndal Vrtiska
has been damned...
Gender: Female
Age: Appears 23; is actually around 44.
Marital Status: Single
Personality: Upon first meeting, Cyndal is stereotyped as a wicked soul. As you get to know her, you find first impressions are never wrong. Her outward appearance matches her inward thoughts. Her personality has been warped from a loving little girl into the monster that lies beneath her flesh. She was taught to smile and nod, hold her tongue to the people in charge, but learn to hate those who oppressed her. The people that came night after night to look into her eyes and turn away in terror. Or those that came to watch her in the center ring, to mock her every move, she learned to hate them just as much as they feared her. Never does she have a suicidal thought… they are strictly murderous to everyone around her. To those who she has been trained to hate, beware.
If you should get a second encounter with the girl, one should hope that it goes better than the first. For people that will stand in her presence and look her in the eyes, Cyndal gains a little respect. She has a hard enough time facing herself, so seeing other cast fear aside for a moment is a feat. If you pass the test, she might show a little humanity and allow you into her outer circle. She is not completely wicked as one might think, just misread and often confused with someone else, someone she used to be. She is not the monster that you are lead to believe she is.
After meeting Cyndal and getting on a first name basis with her, forming a friendship, you can find that there is humanity in every soul. Once you are in the inner circle, you are there for life, until death do you part. She has an undying gift of forgiveness to those who she holds dear. Come hell or high water, you can count on Cyndal to see you through it.
A few things to note… she is quick to anger, quick to speak, and slow to reason. Often she acts without thinking and speaks without merit, landing herself in trouble with her authorities and deserving every bit of punishment she gets. Wrath is a deadly sin, and it will be wrath, not curiosity, that kills the cat.
Race: Feline, Black Leopard/Jaguar
Occupation: Center Stage in the Dark Circus
Affiliation: Rogue, enslaved to the Dark Circus
How does this damned one appear?
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Height: 5’3’’
Hair: Short, Solid Black
Eyes: Carmel
Other marks: Lip Piercing, butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder, spiders web on her right shoulder, half moon over her heart.
General Appearance: Cyndal’s style is defined as vaudeville. She carries herself well enough, but dressed in dark colors to match the motif of her environment. If you saw her standing there she would look like a Tim Burton character gone emo…
Equiptment and Skills: All the tricks of the Carni’s; Whatever that may mean…
How tortured is your soul?
PLEASE, DO TELL
HISTORY
A little over 100 years ago there was a man, or what was thought to be a man. Zdenik Vrtiska was a Czechoslovakian gypsy that had an unnatural gift; he could read the palms of people and predict their future. Perhaps it was their career, fortune, or love life, whatever Zdenik predicted usually came true. It was not that he had super natural foresight… it was the amazing power of suggestion that he held over people. Anyone who would come to the carnival and pay to have their fortune told was desperate enough to allow the pieces to fall into place. Perhaps it was not that Zdenik had the gift of the craft, he could just plant a seed into people minds and it would grow and fester. Suggest to someone that they will be a millionaire and they will work hard and earn the money. Suggest to someone that their marriage is doomed and they will give up on trying to save it. Zdenik understood humanity and that was his true gift.
While working in Madrid, Zdenik was introduced to the most beautiful gift he had ever seen. She was the younger sister of the Ring Master and owner of the circus Mr. Vieri, and her name was Gisele. Zdenik was introduced to her and immediately intrigued. He bid Gisele to “come, let us see what your future holds…” Being a polite young lady, she accepted and Zdenik read her palm, lit the incense, and played her like a fiddle. He told her of love… one man who would win her and make her his own, they would have children, and live forever by love. Gisele was not sure if it was the beautiful fortune, the incense, or the way that he caressed her hand, but she was taken by him… and then she was really –taken- by him.
Five months later, Gisele could hide it no more. She exposed her secret of pregnancy to her brother and accepted the consequences of her actions. She was not doomed to die by his hand, but instead, out of love, her brother allowed her to live. Zdenik was fired from his comfortable position as the fortuneteller and was to be executed on rape charges. However, upon his parting, he begged the Ring Master to at least be able to see his child before death. The uncle of the Child to Be took mercy and had him locked and restrained to where he could not escape death. That is how they found out his true gift. Zdenik Vrtiska was a lycanthrope.
On nights of the full moon the man would become a monster. A large feline with the blackest pelt could be found in the holding pit where Zdenik had once been. His screams and roars could be heard in all the towns nearby, drawing in a crowd. Everyone wanted to see the Lion Tamer and the beast that had woken them from there slumber and brought their nightmares into reality. This was why the Ring Master was a genius. Zdenik was a coward. Forced himself upon a woman that really had only wanted to be polite, used his unborn child as an excuse to by time… Mr. Vieri was sure that he would bargain for his life at any cost. A deal was made.
Zdenik the Werefeline entered a contract, signed in blood, that he would work as the main attraction for the mimdnight show… cast as the Lion that was to be tamed, only in a dark circus, you need a jet black beast that no one wishes to see freed. Bargaining for his life, Zdenik agreed to the following statements… That his blood was to serve the Dark Circus and its current owner for as long as it was a Vieri and as long as the Sin and Shame he had cast upon the family name remained in the eyes of the eldest living Vieri. The coward never thought twice about the wording, he just saw an opportunity to live.
Four months later, a daughter was born to Gisele. A dark haired beauty, Gisele named her child Cyndal. A strange name to most, but the slovic’s use it as a term to describe the sensation of, everything that looks good and promising, but when you actually taste it, its terrible; that is how she saw the situation. Gisele loved her baby girl, just like a good mother should and cared for her. Cyndal grew up in and out of the circus, allowed to live with her mother in Seville and in Romania for a while, all the mean while visiting her Uncle and cousin, Andre, in the circus business. Cyndal never knew her father… at least not until she was around 13. She awoke to the sound of her mother’s cries and hushed voices downstairs. Cyndal went to them and was mortified at what she found out. Her father had practically raped her mother and was working for her uncle the whole time. Her father had entered into a blood contract with her uncle and he had fallen very ill the passed winter and passed away last night.
The group that had come to collect her was a cloven of dark witches who honored the code of the blood contract and were to take the blood of Vrtiska to Mr. Vieri this day. He did of course, need a new circus beast. Cyndals mother, Gisele, begged to be taken in her place, for you see, Gisele had been turned by Zdenik the night of Cyndal’s’ conception. However, the witches would only accept Cyndal, she was of course, the only blood of Vrtiska. Cyndal unknowingly possessed the lycanthrope gene and when she arrived at her uncles circus was sprayed with lycan pheormones to test her ability. She was forced to shift too early and the result was unpleasant for Cyndal, but pleasing to her uncles business. She was nearly an exact replica of Zdenik, sleek and black, terrible and beautiful all at once. Once she shifted back into a human, her canine teeth did not completely heal. Cyndal bears two sharp feline like teeth at all times, where her human canines should be are fang like in appearance. Most claim her as a vampire, but they are wrong.
Now Cyndal works for her cousin. Still the star of the nightmare show, she is the beast that is unleashed and kept at bay only by a silver tipped whip in the center ring. She has tried to run, but the blood contract holds up, no matter where she goes, the next morning she always awakes back in the circus. Though her cousins seems to not share the resentment and anger that her uncle did, Cyndal is unconvinced, after all, once the oldest living Vieri forgives the Shame and Sin, Cyndal is free. She knows it is her cousin that holds her here in this prison. Her mother still comes to see her when she can, always apologizing for what her father has done to her. Gisele claims that it is her sin and shame to bear, not Cyndal’s. Gisele Vieri can never forgive herself.
So perhaps in this little tale, Zdenik’s true gift was foresight… he told Gisele that she would meet a man and he would make her his… he then told her they would have a child…. And finally, that she would live forever by love. Nearly 40 years later, Gisele realizes it was not by romantic love that she would live forever… but by the love of her brother, who spared her life. Cyndal fears that she will be enslaved eternally by her immortal cousin, doomed to work in the twisted, dark circus forever. She has hope though… perhaps if her cousin, the supposed elderst Vieri, can erase the curse, she can have a chance at a free life that she remembers. However… Andre is not the eldest Vieri… and that is a mystery that she has yet to solve.
Sample Roleplay
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At Khissa’s explosion, her cousin is taken back and immediately put in her place.
Her cousin speaks up and Teagan holds up her palm as to silence her. “No, I will not be responsible for the lives of immediate relatives. I’ll take two scouts and we will be back in no time.” She waves her hand at Dulce, not another word about it… and off she goes.
Fifteen minutes later, Teagan, Eric, and Joseph roll into her penthouse. It’s still the most beautiful apartment in the city, or so Teagan thinks. She tells them to wait there, and quickly chases up the steps to the second level flat and starts to look at the many many books that she has shelved. They are all classics from Moby Dick to Oliver Twist… and so many more. When she gets to “Great Expectations” she stops and pulls out the book, opens it, and smiles. There in the center, the first chapter it still attached, but open to the second chapter, and in the center, there is a rectangular box, an inch deep and half an inch wide, within it lay a simple looking zip drive with the letters NK6 scratched into it. Teagan takes the drive and keeps it clutched tightly in her hand. She closes the book and places it back on the shelf, as if nothing happened.
“Two minutes…” she says to the awaiting men who have made themselves completely comfortable on the living room couch. They are peering out the glass wall, enjoying the city’s view. Teagan waltzes into her room and strips herself of pajama’s. She opens her closet and picks out something new to wear. A pair of snowboarding pants, camouflage in color and a black tank top with the skull and cross bones emblem on the front. She pulls her hair to the side and runs a brush through it. Teagan was blessed with good hair, it falls nicely into place, but of course, being a woman she is not happy. All well… no time to fuss about it now. Her shoes are black etnies with pink laces… she’s not a huge one for fashion but she does have her own style. Walking back out, she hollers at the boys, “One more minute…” and runs back up to the loft. There, she quickly grabs another laptop, a mic, headphones, several cords and cables, and a video camera. She stuffs them all into a bag unceremoniously and zips it. The NK6 zip drive remains in her tightly clutched fist, she would never let it out of her sight. Walking back to the library, she frantically hunts for the book, “Beloved” and once it’s found, opens it to find another zip drive. It’s blue and simple looking, but has the phrase, “G.H.O.S.T.” written on it. Thinking to herself for a moment, Teagan opens the bag and starts pulling more books off the shelves. Certain classics hold the keys to different computer hacking programs. The books give clues to the programs function and sometimes, Teagan is the only one who gets it. It’s her system since that awful Russian stole the NK6 formula.
“Let’s go” she says, coming down the stairs. The bag is heavy now and full of stuff that Teagan has decided she will need to crack the Ebon Garden codes. They make it back into the car and head back to the King House. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the King house… luckily no harm had befallen on them. Teagan parked her car and hauled the enormous bag into the house, refusing help from anyone. Up to the third floor Teagan went, and found her way into the media room. She hooked her things up, connected to the King Wireless network, and started to get to work.
Tonight would be a long night for Teagan King…
Clicking the remote, she started flipping through channels, thrilled to find that “Bound” was on.
“Perfect” muttered the King cousin, and then her eyes diverted back to the computer screen… Time to prove her worth. |
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