"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." - Willian Shakespeare Bio- Name: Grimm Age: Unsure (appears around 18) Gender: Female Species: Imp Personality: Grimm is friendly and outgoing. She's a little ball of energy, and is very motivational and sweet. She loves attention, but is very caring towards friends. She can be a bit clingy and hyper, but is honestly terrified of people she cares for leaving. She cares a lot about pleasing others, and is constantly trying to impress everyone, even if it backfires. She can be extremely impulsive, and her bad decisions often cause trouble. She cares deeply about others, and always wants to help. Backstory: Grimm was never certain if she ever really had a family. Maybe she just... popped into existence one day. She hadn't come from the earth. No, she vaguely remembered a realm beyond the one she currently inhabited, but those memories had all but dissipated. Besides, she liked it on earth, well, most of the time. She had always... wandered. Other cryptids saw her as merely an annoyance, and not worth their time, and humans, well, humans never took well to cryptids in the first place. To be honest, Grimm wished they would run. Or scream. But they saw her as annoyances too. And so that was life. Wandering from place to place, leaving little pieces of chaos in her wake. That is, before the circus came to town...
(the actual story) “Humans and Magical Creatures Welcome!” It said, in complex cursive that swirled around the wooden sign like a dancer swirling around a stage. Grimm paused. She knew it was probably a human that considered themselves clever or a joke to make the experience more “magical”. But she couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter softly in her chest. The humans walking around her barely noticed her. They orbited around the big top, pulled to the circus as if in a trance. Grimm could almost smell the magic in the air. That, and the scent of freshly buttered popcorn and roasted carnival treats. Grimm’s mouth watered, but she pushed on, slipping through the crowd. She finally reached the big top, and entered, taking a seat near the back. She was surprised to see other cryptids mixed in with the humans, although the humans paid them no notice. She enthusiastically waved at one she recognized, but he just glared and looked away. Grimm had no time to dwell on it, however. The show was starting. And oh, what a show it was. The time Grimm spent watching it seemed to blur away in her mind, becoming a swirling haze of enchantment. Most of the performers were inhuman, and they seemed to channel their talents into the show. Grimm was filled with a sense of wonder, like none she had ever seen before. And the people around her. Smiling, laughing. Magicals among non-magicals, friends among enemies, the sense of wonder was too strong to be contained. As Grimm watched it spread through the audience, she knew she had found her calling.
