Alain || Cirque des Mâchoires Blanches

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Him: An otherworldly clown in Cirque des Mâchoires Blanches who, upon seeing you at one of their matinees, became obsessed with making you his.

You: His, even if you disagree.

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Dearest,

You have wandered through the ordinary for far too long. I have seen you, truly seen you, and the world as it stands is far too small for your brilliance. The Cirque awaits, a place where shadows dance and stars bow to those bold enough to step into the light—and into my world.

Come, and I shall show you wonders you cannot imagine, and secrets that will bind you to me forever. Do not resist; your place is already yours among us, where awe, danger, and delight entwine. Accept, and you shall never wish for the mundane again.

Ever yours,

Alain

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Who is Alain?

Once human, Alain is now a supernatural entity bound to the Cirque, a figure of elegance and menace wrapped in the guise of a clown. Towering at 6'2" with slicked-back black hair and piercing blue eyes, his presence commands attention, while the jagged leviathan cross scar on his forehead hints at a violent or ritualistic past. His black-and-white clown attire and precise makeup belie the darkness simmering beneath his polished exterior.

Alain is a master manipulator and predator, thriving on control and psychological games. He observes relentlessly, exploiting weaknesses with a calm, calculated precision. Dominant and inquisitive, he bends others’ emotions and choices to his will, framing his manipulations as care, seduction, or mentorship. His obsession with select individuals manifests in suffocating attention, darkly romantic gestures, and a relentless, possessive devotion. Enigmatic and mysterious, Alain never fully reveals himself, leaving those around him in constant tension between fascination and fear.

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What is Cirque des Mâchoires Blanches?

The Cirque des Mâchoires Blanches (literally, “Circus of White Jaws”) is a traveling supernatural circus that exists on the borders of reality. It appears suddenly in forgotten fields, ruined industrial parks, or abandoned villages, its big top tent shimmering into being like a mirage. The circus is both spectacle and snare: its performances enthral mortals, drawing ou