"...And now! Please give a merry applause for the amazing, the spectacular, Grimm-Boy!"
The crowd cheered, clapping and speaking excitedly to one and other as they held back their giddy enthusiasm for the next display of Mordeo's Circus.
It was a wonderful time of year, hitting Winter full-swing with the snow coming in ten-fold. People were usually racing back and forth for presents to give each other for the various holidays, however, this week was a completely different affair. After all, it was only this time of year, that the Circus rolled into town.
The lights dimmed to but a few strong, white spotlights, which circled with vigour across the wide 'Big Top' tent. The audience lulled it's self into a relative hush, watching onward as the curtains at the far entrance flared open, revealing a man in a sparkling red coat and black top hat. He was handsome, sporting a tropical tan and well-groomed goatee.
In his hand he gripped a whip, which cracked with emphasis as soon as he began to shout grandiosely to the audience.
"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Welcome to Mordeo's finale for the night!" A sharp smile snaked it's way onto his relatively young face, when he heard the audience's cheers of delight.
"Behold the dangerous spectacle of the beast!"
That was his cue.
Giving a hurried wave to the trope of Faunus acrobats he had been conversing with, he quickly lifted the leather muzzle to his face, tightening the straps to keep it secure. It was an odd statement to say that the action was now an ingrained part of his daily routine.
He rushed forward, jumping onto the metal support which kept the tent up-right. He quickly scaled the various beams, finally reaching to the very top to sit upon the girder which held the various lights. Allowing himself a moment, he revelled in the noises of excitement that the audience was currently showing.
The fact he was dangling one-hundred feet in the air never did seem to faze him.
The audience was getting restless now, not seeing anything happen after the Ring-master's loud proclamation. Even the man himself was twitching a slight bit under the inquisitive stares from the massive crowd. He let an out an annoyed grumble under his breath, cursing the boy and his usual lateness. This was before a relieved sound escaped from him, hearing the familiar whistle streak through the air above him.
The audience gasped in horror upon seeing the figure of a young man plummet to the ground. This was before the boy contorted mid-air, twisting with acrobatic elegance and landing into a roll across the cushioned platform.
He allowed himself a moment, before standing to his full height. The crowd burst into excited whispers upon seeing shirtless boy's odd physical attributes.
His skin was a pale, translucent white, contrasting with his longish black hair, which shadowed his eyes. They glowed a dull red colour as they flickered around the ring of people erratically. The most noticeable thing however, was the bone-like pieces of armour which seemed to be fused to his skin at multiple points around his body, protecting many vital areas and organs. A leather muzzle stuck to his face tightly, not allowing the people to see the boy's mouth growl back into a readied snarl.
RROOOOAAAR!
"Behold! The Grimm-Boy!"