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Tatou
Legacy Name: Tatou

The Silver Neela
Owner: Spider

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: December 22nd, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: December 22nd, 2009

Statistics

• Level: 4
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

W.I.P.
Leader of the Cirque Du Ténèbres
Come one, come all, Cirque Du Ténèbres surely has everything you will need...
The Neela was a tall, somewhat imposing woman. Stately and handsome in a way that spoke of her age. Her hair hung in long, glittering strands, curled and coiffed to perfection. Despite being a woman well into her 30's, Tatou wore the short, flapper style of a woman far younger. Beads hung in her short beard, dark in color and shimmering in the low torchlight of the Big Top entrance. One arm held open the flap to the entrance, and she personally greeted each person who somehow stumbled upon their little show. Honestly, in the torchlight, she seemed almost ephemeral, as if she wasn't quite there at all. At times she almost seemed to flicker out of existence. But that must be a trick of the firelight.
Though it appears to be a simple circus and carnival, Cirque Du Ténèbres provides more than mere entertainment. They were what one would call a travelling blind pig. A speakeasy. A gin joint. They had stills in some of their trucks, where they made fierce white lightning and and delightful giggle water. They worked day and night to produce enough for their next stop when they were on the road, making what ever they could as strong as they could. And well, if they watered it down for their cherished guests later on, who cared? At least it was booze, right? But it wasn't just a gin joint. No. Cirque Du Ténèbres was also a home, a sanctuary, and a haven for the... Odd and undesirable. More than a few of it's members had been ran out of town, cast out, hunted, or worse. After all, everyone needed a home. And Tatou had some secrets of her own that she would rather keep hidden. She knew not everyone would want to show off their unique bodies and skills to the public, after all many had suffered all kinds of jeers, barbs, and outright hatred. So she soon found ways for them to earn their keep.
So welcome, one and all, to Cirque Du Ténèbres, we'll sate your curiosity and your thirst.

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