.:Cirque des Reves:. Aless Underwood

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<sub>♣N A M E: Aless Underwood

♣A G E: 21

♣W E I G H T:178 pounds

♣H E I G H T: 6' 7"

♣B I R T H D A Y: June 14

♣S P E C I E S: Human

♣F A C T I O N: White

♣J O B: stage performer

♣P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Aless is a upbeat and cheerful guy, he ususally does his best to lighten the mood or try to resolve the problem, but usually only when something is scaring or hurting children. everyone else can go die in a ditch for all he cares. BEing a thief had left him with the most cynical view on life lately. Aless gets much too bored way too easily, to relieve the stress, generally, he'd like to play small pranks on others, try and push everyone's buttons, seeing how far he can go, etc, etc. He doesn't like meeting new people, it's too annoying to get to know someone and have them stab him in the back, and thus, because of this belief he usually keeps to himself when the curtain closes.He doesn't usually make any real friends, since he closes himself off from people constantly, but nonetheless people will usually see him with a taunting grin on his face.

despite all of this hidden hate, if someone does manages to befriend him or gain his respect, he would always do his best to make them smile and protect them.

♣H I S T O R Y:
Aless had never had too many fond memories of his parents, he and his siblings were thrown into a second-rate foster home at the age of four.It was a living hell there, the adults were cruel, the food was rotten, and each night his sibling wept themselves to sleep. Aless, being the oldest, took charge of taking care of his family, and so, he packed up his things and ran away with his little sister and brother at the age of ten. He did everything he could to survive, steal, scavenge, pick pocket.
Later on he became known in the streets of Old England, usually stealing from the rich an giving the treasures to his growing band of abandoned children. England's very own Robin hood, even. The thief was so prosperous by now, he could afford to leave a small sign of his presence in the place he had stolen from. a small white rose.
Later on in his life, both his sister and brother were terribly sick. as winter hit, and the snow stuck to the ground the two passed away. For what seemed like years, he was depressed over his loss, until someone slapped some sense into him.
Literally.
Her name was Elizabeth, one of the older kids who had joined Aless' band of robbers. They were about the same age when this happened, Elizabeth was eighteen and he nineteen. One day, Elizabeth was done with this, she struck her leader right across the face, snapping him out of his unruly moping. Her words always seemed to stick with him,

"Don't you realize that you're only hurting your family the more you drown yourself in self pity?!"

"Be a man and pick yourself up! That's what your siblings would've wanted for you! Not this!"


the words stung harshly, but they rang loud and clear. from then on, he promised never to go into a slump like that again. Years passed, and as the thief lord grew, he fell in love with her. And eventually, he proposed.
They were to have a small wedding, in January. But, on the day before the wedding, Elizabeth was killed.The snow was stained with his blood, and her lifeless eyes seemed to haunt him. Aless was grief-stricken. He didn't know what to do, everything he cherished seemed to leave him. His heart shattered and grew colder and colder, until the man himself grew sickly from heartbreak.
Then, his fiance's words rang through once more. Elizabeth would not want to see Aless like this. And neither would his brother nor sister. He had to make something of himself. If not for him, then in memory of those three.
Before her death, the two were planing to start anew, the young'uns included. Not in England, but in a strange place called Cirque des Reves. The two had trained in the trade of magic, though the two could not do much as compared to most, their small bits of magic always managed to put a smile on the little ones' faces. There was not enough money, for all the children to go, actually there was only enough money for one person. Aless didn't take the news well, he refused to go, using millions of excuses not to abandon his family.

"Who would take my place?"

"Who would take care of you?"

"We need to stay together! We're family dammit!"

Simon was the second oldest, just one month younger than Aless himself, and willingly took charge of the band, and told, no, demanded Aless to leave them.
Aless was stubborn,he wasn't going to leave so easily. This was absurd, unfair, unfathomable. But after a month-long battle of twenty-four against one, with the greatest reluctance he submitted.
Crestfallen, he took the ship and trains to Paris, in search for this place of dreams. He made his living through odd jobs and street performing, doing tricks and playing the violin. He was trying his best not to steal anymore, given that this was suppose to be a new beginning. But, every now and then, he would find a lost silver trinket or a misplaced golden chain hidden in his pockets.

Upon one evening, he had heard the noises and cheers of the crowd. Delightful music in the air was seducing, and the smell of popcorn and sweets urged him to come. Aless sprinted to the site of these delights, struggling through the forest, poked by the thorns of bushes he would run over, until he finially found it.

Cirque des Reves. It was bewildering. The sights, sounds, smells,even, they were much more enchanting than it was originally described in the stories. He fumbled slightly as he realized where he was. Aless swerved his head, looking desperately for the entrance.

He ran up to the ticket master,

"i humbly request a job here...as a stage performer."

♣L I K E S:
kids
stories
coffee mixed with tea
white roses
unusual things

♣D I S L I K E S:
arrogant people not like he's one to talk
the rich
bossy adults
spiders
winter
the cold

♣ E T C:
-he likes white roses just because it's pretty.no real deep meaning, but...he likes them.
-he has a weakness for children.
-he doesn't like playing violin in front of the other acts.
-his hat was the only gift his mother and father gave him.
-he can't read or write very well.
-he usually carries around toffee
-his original height is 5"9', he uses his illusions to make him look taller. because of his inferiority complex
-has a small case of Tuberculosis
-he usually gets really tired after a show
-even though he has no qualms with suggestively harassing others, if someone were to do the same to him, he would get really flustered
-He has a really bad fear of ghosts
- Very superstitious
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