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I really love creating personalities and such for drow. So I decided to post my enteries for the Drow Circus event here for future refferal if i do not win them. I can always use the personalities later!
Drow: Mime (Illusionist) Name: Sszor (Silk Fool)
For as long as I can remember, I have not spoken. Hand gestures and pantomiming has just been a part of my life. I suspect my muteness has something to do with the death of my father. I remember kneeling beside his unmoving body. It had been covered by a cloak... was it me that placed it on him? I can't remember that. I can't remember who my mother might be. I can't remember so much. Someone came and picked me up after a time of kneeling. I doubt it was a family member, or even someone that knew me. But hey...free kid. Free laborer. I spent some time washing dishes, tables, and floors in a tavern. I was locked in a broom closet at night. I ate snatch's of food scraps left on patrons plates. Drank the dregs of beer left in mugs on the tables I cleaned off. The beer made things better I think, easier to handle in my silence.
Eventually my continued silence and mute obedience won me a cot next to the fireplace after the tavern was closed. I suppose my lot had improved, but I was far from happy. That was when the circus came. I heard the noise, and business picked up threefold in the tavern. I remember being so busy. I was rushing around madly to keep up with the flow. It must have been the last day of the show when things slowed down a bit. I remember one of the tavern patrons pressing a pair of copper coins into my hand as I refilled his mug of beer. To tell the truth that was the moment my life changed. I am pretty certain of it. The refill of the mug was only a single copper after all, and in my first act of defiance I tucked the second coin into the waist of my pants. Until now, the tavern owner had taken all the extra coins that had been left for me, so this was the first time I had attempted to keep something for myself. Honestly, I had never had much ambition or drive all of my young life. There had been chances for me before to escape, but I suppose that some part of me realized there was nothing worth escaping to.
Not until I saw the circus. I suppose it was the bright colors that caught my eye out the window. Unexplainably, I found myself drawn to the back door of the tavern, and by means of a back ally, I came round to witness this explosion of color and light and activity. I was blinded. I moved as if in a daze amid the wandering performers. For years I had lived in a grey and mute fog, now I felt as if a strange colored wind had blown in and suddenly my surroundings erupted with chaotic colors. For hours I merely watched, I never even got around to seeing the main attractions, I was simply so enthralled by the street performers. Understandably, it all came to a end. I was still present when the circus folk began to pack up and signs of their intentions to travel on were un-ignorable. I felt a strange feeling in my chest as the wandering performers began to vanish. I can't quite explain it in detail. But it was a unpleasant tightness that left my heart racing and a desperate feeling. I remember I approached one of the clowns, a male that had been garbed in bright cloth and had done amazing things with small balls that rang like bells. Through gestures I attempted to express my interest to come with him, but I do not believe i was very clear and he brushed me away with a small smile.
I felt like my heart was just breaking as he walked away from me. I lunged for him and grasped hold of his legs, clinging desperately to him as he staggered at my unexpected weight. I suppose I am lucky he never raised a hand to me. He could have beaten me off, but perhaps the desperation that I clung to him or the fact I was holding me pitiful coin up to him caused him to balk. He took me by my hand, and pulled me to my feet. Pulling me along, he placed me in a wagon and instructed me to sit there. I did of course, still holding my coin and calming myself down as best I could. I had found color and life outside the dreary walls of the tavern. I had found something that filled me with a wonderful emotion I had long ago forgotten. I didn't want to lose that now.
The male that had taken me aside was one of the clowns of course, and he took me with him in his wagon. As we traveled, he attempted to speak with me but my muteness remained. He guessed many things about me, and I sat silent and nodding while I watched him sewing colorful strips of cloth together. By the time we reached the next city, he had sewn together a small jester like outfit for me, and he had me don it. Only once I was properly garbed in the wonderfully colorful cloths, did he take me meet the Ringleader. He introduced me as Sszor and claimed that I was a nephew of his from the last city. As his kin, he was requesting permission to take me on as his apprentice. I felt terribly afraid as I looked up at the strong beautiful woman, but her nod of acceptance made her seem almost godlike in my eyes.
My 'uncle' became my mentor. Though I could not speak, he emphasized that this would only make me a better clown. I had to rely on body language to entertain the crowds, to his great approval I performed reasonably well. In order to enhance my act, he arranged for me to be educated in illusionary magic. Years have passed now, and though I am happier on the inside, I continue to express a solemn visage. I hold within me a unspoken lament. Outwardly I prefer to the delight and laughter of others. This is a better life by far. I am grateful for my place in the Circus. I love the Ringleader for accepting me. This is my life and I embrace it with a loyalty that can not be questioned. I am the Mime.
Yousei Akki · Sat Aug 22, 2009 @ 04:13am · 0 Comments |
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