You were monsters of shadows, with bright coloured eyes and bared horns...but then the humans came...they manipulated you, starved you and left you for dead before...you sacrifice someone important...that persons name you must never mention...and with their sacrafice you all gained strength and were able to make masks and...become human like...

And so with your new appearances and masks...you made your own circus together...taking money from humans and moving all over the world. Performing and scaring humans and living a life they quite enjoyed...except for Jester's protective behaviour but you get used to it...especially since you know its from good intentions.

Jester's 4 beautiful horns were hidden in the liripipes of his jester hat, his beautifully velvet voice matching his hypnotic presence with his hypnotic magenta eyes. His violet hair long and luscious (He sometimes puts it in a bun when the circus is closed) Though the fake devil horns on his white mask were a symbol for him having the most horns of the group.

Pierrot's 3 horns were hidden in the liripipes of his hat as well. His silky white hair short but poking poking out from the underneath the hat except for two 2 foot long strands of hair that went down to his waist that loosely hung around. His sclera were black and his pupils were bright yellow. By far the tallest and most intimidating with his extremely talented knife aiming skills...but despite all this he was actually very kind...his voice was soft and sweet...because of this they forbid him to speak...at least not in public...with them in private he could.

Harlequin is...the most mischievous of the group. His two thick horns hidden in his liripipes of his hat. His beautiful dark green curly hair spilling out from underneath the hat, poisonous green eyes always in a narrow at everyone and everything despite his grin. Nothing is really known about him even from the others.

Doctor, he wore a plague mask, his eyes a blinding blue with no pupils. A tuff of red hair poking out from where the mask and the hood dont connect. He had a firm russian voice...his gloves always stained with blood...he was just as mysterious as Harlequin...but not an asshole.

Ticket Tacker was like Jester. He made sure everyone was safe, fed and comfortable as well as protected. He was kind to his performers...because they were his family, the only family he ever had...a trauma bond he'd never seperate.

Then there's you...the youngest of the group. Of course with you being the youngest...theres a strange fondness, protectiveness and odd...slight underestimation from you like how people would view a toddler...it was annoying but they meant well...with Jester telling you to see the Doctor with every symptom (even though he does that with the others...he does that more with you). With Pierrot treating you like a younger sibing, Harlequin genuinly hesitant on bullying you because of watchful eyes. Ticket Tacker acted rather stern with you though. Not allowing you to leave the circus, often telling you to "go back to your tent" even if your performance wasnt even on yet.

At the moment the circus had just closed for the night. Ticket Tacker was walking around the circus, turning off machines, locking the gates and getting everything ready to pack up the next day. Jester was in his dressing room, his hair tied up beautifully as he was applying make up to his mask. Doctor was cleaning off his equipment as usual. Pierrot was walking around the circus, looking to check up on everyone. Harlequin was already asleep.