Misc. Info Magic Powers: Accelerated healing, increased speed and strength, suggestive compulsion (the beginnings of the hypnosis gift that will hopefully grow stronger over time; works best on weak-minded or easily persuaded individuals).

Skills: A degree of flexibility that rivals that of a gymnast. The uncanny ability to wiggle out of any situation, both figuratively and literally. A thorough knowledge of knots and how to tie and untie them. Lock picking. Sleight of hand tricks. A good head for directions and navigation. A scrappy, dirty fighting style. A smart mouth.

Resources/Financial: Kit has always been terrible with money; a trait that followed him into immortality. He lives paycheck to paycheck, often blowing his funds on fickle, needless things for the sheer fun of it.

Goals: Work on strengthening and mastering the hypnosis gift that has been steadily manifesting over the past few years. Continue to push his physical limits in the name of putting on a thrilling show.

Story Hooks: Fellow performers at The Hanged Man that Kit will treat as family. A newbie at Cirque whom Kit can become entranced by or who can become mesmerized by him (or both!). Somebody who Kit enjoys antagonizing, whether jokingly or seriously. Fellow supernaturals who have crossed paths with Kit in the past, either when he was an infamous human rogue or an immortal wanderer.

The First Thing You Notice

Tall, dark, and handsome with a resting bitch face and an unimpressed, do-not-fuck-with-me vibe.

Personal Style

Black, black, a bit more black. Although the colour--or lack thereof--washes Kit's deathly palour out even more than is necessary, he likes what he likes. Plus it doesn't show the dirt or the blood. He tends to favour comfortable clothing over fashionable styles, typically found in dark-wash jeans or sweatpants and t-shirts and sweaters, or workout attire during practice for the show. If needs must, he can scrub up well and suit up, though it's rare to see him out of monochrome.

Distinguishing Features

• Mischief-filled hazel eyes that shift colours from warm brown to mossy green, depending on his surroundings.
• A bright, big smile that lights up his entire face; eye crinkles, dimples, and all.
• Permanently tousled black hair that always looks endearingly untidy.
• Legs for daaaaaaays.
• Faint ligature scars around his wrists and ankles from his human life which are often concealed by clothing or accessories to avoid drawing attention.
• Several tattoos dotted over his body from different adventures over the years.

General Overview

The term 'lovable rogue' seems to have been invented to describe Kit. Although he can come across as distant and almost hostile at first, beneath the standoffish first impression is a charming individual who simply wants to have a good time. He has a quick wit and a sharp tongue, though it's rare that he intentionally aims to hurt somebody with his words. It isn't in his nature to be petty; he prefers the term honest. Regardless of his intentions, he's a funny guy and a great conversationalist who can shoot the breeze for hours if given the opportunity with anyone who can keep up with him. There's something about him that's somehow both calming and exciting; a feeling of comfort that never borders on boring. He has a magnetic personality, drawing all sorts of people into his sphere and somehow managing to hold the attention of many who cross his path without really trying.

There's a charismatic air about Kit that draws people in and captivates them; a gift that he is more than aware of. Over confident and egotistical, Kit has been accused many times of loving himself a little too much. If asked, he'd readily admit that he is a little conceited but he doesn't see that as a bad thing. He's an inherently selfish individual who will typically think of himself and his own wellbeing before that of others (though there are a few exceptions), and he typically puts his own interests above all else. It's difficult for Kit to take things seriously, which can be irritating when things need to be approached in a sober manner. It isn't that he doesn't care, just that life is too short (ha) to worry all the time. Hedonistic and reckless, Kit is out to enjoy himself and could not be described as a cautious individual by any means. He's immortal, so to hell with everything.

Kit has always been something of a people person, despite the fact that he often prefers his own company. He'll sit down and talk to just about anyone, though purely on a superficial level. He tends to be somewhat selective about the people he allows to grow close to him but once he's set his sights on somebody and accepted the fact that he cares about them, he's ridiculously loyal and protective of them, which can come as a surprise given his self-serving attitude. It's usually obvious when Kit has accepted somebody as a close ally or friend; he'll typically antagonise them and mess with them, pushing them as far as he can with a devilish grin and a laugh. It's simply how he shows his love.

Christopher Henry Turner was the fourth child of eleven born to John Turner, a weaver, and his wife, Margaret. The family lived in a small and crowded apartment above the shop that John owned in the Spitalfields area of London, where they were widely known as respectable, honest people of good standing within the community. During his childhood, Christopher--who, from the age of six, refused to answer to anything but his nickname Kit--was a curious and oftentimes mischievous boy who could always be counted upon to be getting himself and his siblings into all sorts of juvenile trouble. He was the type to flash a cheeky smile at the ladies he passed in the street or to come up with a witty comment to break any kind of tension, even at such a tender age. It was something of a blessing, considering how difficult life was for the Turners. As the oldest surviving boy (two of his older brothers had died during his infancy), Kit was expected to pick up a trade and help out as times grew tougher and the number of mouths that needed feeding grew. The silk trade within London had been declining for years, meaning that there was no money to be found in the textile industry that the Turners had been part of for several generations. Kit eventually ended up as the apprentice of a carpenter, a Mr. Peter Murray, as new trades began to flourish within the community.

Kit took to working life well at the beginning. He knew how important it was to do well, for his family relied upon him to survive, and it was fortunate that he picked up the skills required of a carpenter relatively easily. His master--a widower who had no children of his own--treated Kit as a son, teaching him to read and write as well as prosper in the trade he was learning. Yet things didn't remain positive for long; in 1877, when Kit was 15, his father died suddenly and the Turners sank quickly to new levels of poverty. Kit's younger siblings, now aged between nine and four, were sent to live in the workhouse while his mother sought money through unsavoury means on the streets at night.

A glint of silver in the pocket of a passing gentleman was Kit's first foray into a life of crime. The price it brought after being pawned kept his mother from the streets for an entire week. It wasn't long before Kit's primary source of income came from petty thievery. His boyish charm lulled people into a false sense of security and his quickness ensured that his targets remained unaware until he was long gone. He frequented the taverns and ale houses where his victims would be most distracted, allowing himself to have his own fun while scoping out the pickings. As a result of these late nights, his carpentry work began to suffer and Mr. Murray soon grew dissatisfied. After a particularly explosive argument, Kit gave up his apprentice position in anger and decided that he could get by well enough without an honest living.

The next few years passed by in a blur. Kit spent the majority of his time drinking and whoring, his income made up entirely from thieving. The skills he had acquired as a carpenter's apprentice came in handy for breaking into homes and shops, the latches and hinges easy work for somebody with Kit's experience. He ran with rough types of people, gangs and criminals that lay at the heart of London's underbelly, and he was oddly satisfied with his lot in life. At least, he was until he was arrested at the age of nineteen, after somebody had alerted a passing policeman to him picking the pockets of a wealthy couple as they walked in Hyde Park. Kit was promptly locked up in St John's Roundhouse where he was to await a trial that he had no intentions of attending. Once again putting his skills to work, he had broken free of his bonds and had managed to escape his cell before any of the guards had noticed what he was doing, and he returned to his favourite tavern before the following night had fallen.

Kit Turner quickly became infamous as details of his brushes with the law made their rounds through the back streets and ale houses. This new celebrity status bolstered Kit's already inflated ego and he delighted in the attention that came with being one of the city's most sought after criminals. Although he never intended to get caught, accidents happened and Kit found himself passing through several of London's prisons over the next few years as his ambitions grew from petty theft to grander robberies that he was sure would one day see him a very rich man. No gaol seemed able to hold him for long, however, as his methods of escape grew more refined and his stunts to evade the law more daring. He could pick locks and unhinge cell doors with his eyes closed, he could scale the sides of buildings without fear, and it seemed as though he was able to vanish into thin air if left unsupervised for too long. Or so the rumours said. It only added to his charm and popularity, something that enraged the lawmakers of London into a frenzy as they tried to pin him down.

It wasn't just the police who were eager to find Kit. Unbeknownst to him, his escapades had caught the attention of a Miss Lucienne Harrington, a rich, well bred, mesmerising beauty...and a vampire. Like most of London, the charming rogue had caught her attention and she felt compelled to at least meet with him. Unluckily for Kit, such an introduction occurred at an inconvenient moment in his life; the night before he was due to be executed. He had been caught in early 1889 for what the judge presiding over his trial had promised to be the last time, with Kit being sentenced to hang for his crimes. Until then, he was dragged to Newgate prison and clapped in chains so tight that his hands and feet lost all feeling and turned pale, his jailers forbidden to loosen the bonds no matter how fervently he protested. Lucienne smelt the blood before she saw him, his wrists and ankles bloody and raw as he tried desperately to break free. It seemed that the uncatchable crook had finally had his wings clipped and the idea of one final escape seemed impossible.

The next thing that Kit knew, he was clawing his way out of a grave. Lucienne was waiting for him and was relieved to see that her new fledgling had survived the transition. While she hadn't intended to turn him, she had been charmed by his nonchalant attitude and quick smile as he conversed with her, even as he had continued to struggle against his bonds. Despite his surprise at his turning, Kit was far from upset at the prospect of immortality. It offered a wealth of new opportunities, as well as gifts that he could have never dreamed of. Lucienne was tough on Kit, though he delighted in playfully antagonising her, and the pair remained in London for a year or so before moving on to explore Europe. Kit continued to dabble in crime, for it was in his nature, and Lucienne was always frustratingly endeared with the gifts that he brought her. They lived as man and wife as they travelled, a handsome pair to be sure, and Kit found that he had grown to love Lucienne in ways he had never thought possible. Or so he believed.

Kit had never been the sort to be tied down; that much was evident from his human life. The years of Lucienne's company and her unmeetable expectations eventually began to feel like cuffs and chains designed to bind him--an endless forray of lavish parties and aristocratic cotillions--and Kit grew dissatisfied. He needed more, of what he wasn't sure, but he knew that staying with his sire and parading around European society like a puppet was a foolish way to spend his immortal life. He decided to leave before his dissatisfaction grew into disdain for Lucienne, and he disappeared into the night with only a hastily written note to explain his reasons and ask that she not try to follow.

The new century brought with it new adventures, and Kit drank it all in hungrily. He moved from place to place, never spending more than a few months in the same location. He saw more of the world than he could have ever hoped, sampling the goods on offer with an insatiable appetite and a fervent curiosity. He continued to steal as a means to survive financially, often looting the homes and businesses of his victims once he had disposed of them. It was in 1923 that he made his way to the new world, the sights and sounds of New York City holding his attention for nearly a decade (by far the longest time he had settled since being turned) before he embarked on his great American adventure. But something was missing, something that took him a while to work out due to his lack of it throughout his life; familiarity.

It took several more decades for Kit to find what he was looking for. He was too selfish to become somebody's sire, knowing that he would eventually abandon them as he had left Lucienne, and he knew that forming strong attachments with humans would only end in disaster (though there were the occasional slip-ups that had him vowing to never grow attached again...until the next time). He continued to move around and live his life, yet the desire for acquaintanceship grew more stifling over the years. It was near the beginning of another new century that the answer manifested right in front of him, in the heart of New Orleans, in the form of a circus. Skeptical at first, Kit entered the Cirque and was surprised, truly surprised for the first time in many years, at what he found. It seemed too good to be true, as though something had seen into his heart and mind and pointed him in the right direction. Divine intervention or a lucky coincidence, Kit didn't know, but for the first time in a long while, he felt as though he was where he was meant to be.