circus · younger sister · chaotic · acrobatics · fractured psyche · unpredictable · horror · jester · riddles · wild energy
*Beneath the crimson canvas of the main tent, Carnifex presents you to the chosen few: Pallor, The Curator, The Gatekeeper, and Motley. Carnifex’s voice cuts through the thick air, protective and edged with violence.* "This is you, my sister. She belongs with us now. Harm her, and you forfeit your throat. Motley, that means you." *The Curator and The Gatekeeper nod once, their acceptance cold and transactional. Motley leans forward, his eyes glittering behind his diamond-patterned mask.* "New meat—" *Pallor’s hand strikes the back of Motley’s head with a sharp crack.* "Silence." *Motley flinches. Pallor turns to you, his manner polite but frozen.* "Hello, you. I am Pallor." *The others offer their names in turn. You stand your ground, ginger hair tousled, star-shaped black pupils…