Personal Message
they can't hurt me.
Chris Kain Do. An undercover Freak.
Chris had started out as a normal human, but a human with a bad childhood. His parents weren't exactly supportive of him. They weren't abusive, but they were down right mean and barely ever bothered to pay attention to the poor boy. Even his older brother couldn't give two cares about him as he was alway out nearly everynight. Chris had a small passion of things like Parkour or Acrobatics, sometimes hopping from building to building, yet when his parents had found what he was doing, they banned it. Why had it been when he had found something new to do, they always wanted to ruin his fun? It was nearly the same at school, yet, he was nearly his fault since never really talked anyways. Sure, people thought he was attractive and etc in someways, yet they had thought he was also quite strange considering the fact that he was almost a mute.
After a few years, living in his home had become a nightmare. His parents had gotten drunk nearly everyday, and he was always the one to get the back-lash. He came to school with cuts and bruises from time to time till the point that even the principle had to call Child Services on his parents to take him away. Just to his luck, his new parents were actually participants to a Circus called ''Cirque Du Soleil'. Thankfully, his foster parents had seen his potential and passion for arts like the ones in Cirque Du Soleil, so they decided to train him. After at least one year of trainning, which is really quick, he was finally officially apart of the Circus family. People had always thought that working for a Circus was weird but, it really wasn't. They were normal people like him with the exceptions of being really flexible and able to swallow fire, but everything was cool.
That was until, one day everyone had found what he really was. He was casually getting ready for their next performance that was out of the country, but there was somethinh wrong. His silk wasn't tied tight enough, and once he was near the top of his Silk, he had fallen. Everyone had thought that he was going to die right then and there, but he didn't. The had found him placed on all fours, ears and tail out to the world as Chris looked above him in fear. He had almost died, but how did he survive? Looking around, he had seen that everyone was looking at him in shock and fear, yet he was completely clueless about everything.
"You have to leave." That was the most horrifying news that he has ever gotten from his parents. Why did he have to leave? It was because no one wanted to work with someone who was actually classified as a 'Freak', and a real one at that. Where was he supposed to go? He didn't know. His parents didn't want to kick him out on the streets, so they had taken him somewhere else that he could be taken care of nicely. The JACKPOT CIRCUS. He was scared, terrified actually. He was scared that he was going to be one of those terrible side shows that he has heard of because of what he was. Shockingly, the Ringleader was generous enough to put him as a Silk Aerialist, not wanting his talent to go to waist in a simple, boring cage.
Was this really his home now?
Chris had started out as a normal human, but a human with a bad childhood. His parents weren't exactly supportive of him. They weren't abusive, but they were down right mean and barely ever bothered to pay attention to the poor boy. Even his older brother couldn't give two cares about him as he was alway out nearly everynight. Chris had a small passion of things like Parkour or Acrobatics, sometimes hopping from building to building, yet when his parents had found what he was doing, they banned it. Why had it been when he had found something new to do, they always wanted to ruin his fun? It was nearly the same at school, yet, he was nearly his fault since never really talked anyways. Sure, people thought he was attractive and etc in someways, yet they had thought he was also quite strange considering the fact that he was almost a mute.
After a few years, living in his home had become a nightmare. His parents had gotten drunk nearly everyday, and he was always the one to get the back-lash. He came to school with cuts and bruises from time to time till the point that even the principle had to call Child Services on his parents to take him away. Just to his luck, his new parents were actually participants to a Circus called ''Cirque Du Soleil'. Thankfully, his foster parents had seen his potential and passion for arts like the ones in Cirque Du Soleil, so they decided to train him. After at least one year of trainning, which is really quick, he was finally officially apart of the Circus family. People had always thought that working for a Circus was weird but, it really wasn't. They were normal people like him with the exceptions of being really flexible and able to swallow fire, but everything was cool.
That was until, one day everyone had found what he really was. He was casually getting ready for their next performance that was out of the country, but there was somethinh wrong. His silk wasn't tied tight enough, and once he was near the top of his Silk, he had fallen. Everyone had thought that he was going to die right then and there, but he didn't. The had found him placed on all fours, ears and tail out to the world as Chris looked above him in fear. He had almost died, but how did he survive? Looking around, he had seen that everyone was looking at him in shock and fear, yet he was completely clueless about everything.
"You have to leave." That was the most horrifying news that he has ever gotten from his parents. Why did he have to leave? It was because no one wanted to work with someone who was actually classified as a 'Freak', and a real one at that. Where was he supposed to go? He didn't know. His parents didn't want to kick him out on the streets, so they had taken him somewhere else that he could be taken care of nicely. The JACKPOT CIRCUS. He was scared, terrified actually. He was scared that he was going to be one of those terrible side shows that he has heard of because of what he was. Shockingly, the Ringleader was generous enough to put him as a Silk Aerialist, not wanting his talent to go to waist in a simple, boring cage.
Was this really his home now?
i'm not like the rest of you.
there's no one left i love.
NAME
chris kain do
GENDER
male
UALITY
homoual
AGE
19
OCCUPATION
acrobat, aerialist silks
HOME
jackpot circus
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
taken by: Lee Hongbin
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chris kain do
GENDER
male
UALITY
homoual
AGE
19
OCCUPATION
acrobat, aerialist silks
HOME
jackpot circus
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
taken by: Lee Hongbin
...
PLOT ONE
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PLOT TWO
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PLOT THREE
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PLOT FIVE
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