For the Director Only!
There's no point in being in the spotlight when there are so many others already in it. Besides, being noticed is how you get attention, and not all attention is good. It's better to be mediocre at best. She knows a little about a lot of things but just enough to get by - because in her experience, you just have to get by in life. She loves to learn little tricks and hobbies but not enough to master them.
You know a little bit about a lot, and you can be quite useful at the strangest times. You never stick with any one thing long enough to master it, though, because something new always comes along.
It wasn't Marianne's idea to make the recent move to Lake Havasu, but Stina welcomed her with open arms and her parental units were quick to say that they would be joining her 'soon' - but soon hasn't happened yet and she suspects they just wanted her out of their hair for a while. She isn't one to argue and couldn't see any real cons of moving to Lake Havasu - nor could she any pros. What did she have to lose?
So from Colorado to Havasu it was. At least it wasn't really that far away. Mari's been trying to 'blend in', but not really with any cliques at school - just with the wallpaper. Her cousins, Art and Zane, are exceptionally more interesting than she is, but she has a few tricks up her sleeve. As unremarkable as she may seem, she has a penchant for mosh pits that seem to work out some unbridled frustration she does her best to never show.
Been there, done that -- that is my life motto. I don't have the time to learn all this book stuff; I just ride the latest trend or whatever catches my eye. I know enough about a lot of stuff. Some call me vapid, flighty or shallow -- I just call them haters. You need to know something, I probably seen it or read it about it somewhere; and I might just know enough to help.
Jessie Lorrie (Isle of Dread)
The very definition of idle rich. You went to college but never got a degree, though you did change your Major no less than twelve times in six years. Eventually you got bored and traveled a bit. Then you owned a night club. Then you sold that and got into rare books. You've seen, done, and read a little about a lot, but nothing ever holds your interest.
Now you're going to some festival that a guy you went to school with is running. You think he wants you to invest in another night club, or maybe it's a restaurant. You weren't really paying attention. You accepted because it's something new, and apparently the island is haunted. Or cursed. One of those things. Could be fun! You brought some books that may be of interest, in any case.
Jack of all trades, master of none. The Dabbler will try her hand at anything, comfortable that she can wing it and improvise. However, her focus is never on one thing long enough to master it. Although she will be comfortably passable at anything she tries, she will never be the best. This is a cause of inner conflict and carefully hidden vulnerability. Is she capable, or is she just fooling everyone?
Outwardly, there is a confident, smiling persona that seemingly glides effortlessly through life. Privately, there is a conflicted psyche with less than functional coping mechanisms. At first glance, her approach to everything is half-assed and superficial, from jobs to building relationships with others. If the facade breaks, she puts in the effort to prove herself. Somehow, it manages to work out for her.
Gianna Harris (Alien Mutation)
You come from a family of mechanics and technicians, working on colony worlds, stations and ships throughout the core systems. Different branches of the family have gone into different fields - your uncle and his family are largely electricians, your aunt's are plumbers and life support techs. Your own work with fusion reactors. You never really found a niche, drifting from field to field. The result is that you have more opportunities for work, but will likely never advance too far. Still, it means you get to change scenery a lot, meet new people and have new experiences. You've been on the Noc for a few years now, working under Max and Ian, helping to fix whatever breaks down. The recent loss of both has left you hit hard emotionally, and suddenly much more important in their absence.
A font of unreached potential, that's the Dabbler. Like an alchemist that quits before concocting gold, there's just always something a bit more shiny to catch the attention. A book of half-translated spells, a vintage roadster on concrete blocks, that 'Hole to China' started in the backyard. The Dabbler dreams big then goes home - often long before the job is done. They say that knowledge is cumulative, that the practice of studying is more beneficial than what one actually learns. If that's the case, the Dabbler is one unlikely concentration-burst away from actual genius, thanks to having dipped fingers into more than a fair share of life's intrigues. The novelty of people, things, and ideas all have a shelf-life, but for the Dabbler the expiry date comes sooner than for most, best to make the most of it while it lasts.
Tabitha Ryder (Slasher)
Fucking Nebraska. It's not a place, like Fucking, NE, though maybe it ought to be. Born and raised in Fucking, Nebraska, Tabitha has seen more corn than a human being should ever endure. And flat, boring land. Lots of that. Every year she started a new chapter in her ongoing book of rebellion, looking for the most extreme things she could find to entertain her. That's not a lot in Nebraska, so Wicca and UFOs and psychology were about as far as she got. She'd be a goth, but Depeche Mode is about as dark and indie as she'd found at home. After high school, she worked odd jobs and drifted from one short-lived relationship to the next. Finally her mother offered to pay her way at a West Coast school if she kept her grades up and joined her old sorority. It was a deal.
Now she knows about Bauhaus and The Crow and Neil Gaiman's Sandman. She's learned there's even more edgy religions beyond Wicca to give her mother the vapors. And yes, Virginia, she joined Zeta Eta Pi and makes occasional attempts to be social with the others, though she's easily the odd Duck in the bunch.
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Coming to America
Yōkai (妖怪, ghost, phantom, strange apparition) are a class of supernatural monsters, spirits, and demons in Japanese folklore. The word yōkai is made up of the kanji for "bewitching; attractive; calamity"; and "spectre; apparition; mystery; suspicious". The Kitsune, or fox spirit, is one of the most famous yōkai of all, and no one could ever say that the one now calling herself Natsuki Tachibana isn't bewitching and maybe a teensy bit suspicious!
Natsuki started running around Japan during the Kamakura Period (around the 13th century). She now has seven tails to prove it, as a kitsune grows a tail for every 100 years she is alive. Maybe someday she'll have all nine tails and ascend, but for now, she's still learning. Growing that second tail back in the olden days meant she could begin to shapeshift into a beautiful young woman, as many kitsune are known to do, and that's when some of her trouble began.
For centuries, she spent plenty of time trying out "the human thing." Lots of exciting stuff to try as a human! For example, there were lots of attractive young men around who seemed like good marrying material -- especially if they did her a favor, as kitsune are known for trying to repay favors as best they can -- so she spent plenty of time attempting to land herself a fella. No such luck. And wouldn't you know, eventually it landed her in some major hot water. During the beginning of the Meiji period (late 19th century), she went too far and almost got her tails cut off by a cuckolded samurai after she left him to chase after a handsome Western businessman. Japan had recently been forced to "open" to Western trade, and apart from wanting to follow her new beau, she was awfully curious about all that...so she stowed aboard a ship bound for America, and the rest is history!
Life at Carnival
By the time Natsuki joined the Carnival, she's already wandered around America as a human for awhile, getting herself into more trouble, mastering English (she now sounds like a real California girl), and, having chosen a good name for herself, letting friends and acquaintances call her "Nattie," to sound even more American. She has, of course, tried just about everything at Carnival: she's done knife throwing, fire juggling, animal taming, even the burlesque tent -- the girl, er, fox, just can't get enough variety in her life. She hates feeling trapped, so she's gotta dabble!
She's currently found a groove as the carnival's premiere Big Top aerial artist. True to her nature, her orange-colored act as Nattie the Amazing Tangerine Torpedo (after the surname she chose: the kanji translate to "wild orange") is a cornucopia of acts rolled into one: it starts with her shooting out of a canon onto a trampoline and, after some fancy footwork there, eventually ascends to trapeze and high wire. (The fact that she has some powers of flight certainly helps the act.) She has a seemingly boundless reserve of energy that keeps her working the shows night after night, town after town.