Hex Halcyon Sif-Sidon and her friends among the Menagerie will spend the bulk of their time around their displays for the event, animals made of flowers and plants posed in fantastic performance, frozen in time. She's brought her violin to play in the event the need for musical accompaniment strikes, as well as a sampling of floral meads not to sell, but to simply share with those around them- the more the merrier, and the merrier the masses, the more fun there is to be had!

They appear to have a few scrapes and bruises, a colorful, polka-dot plaster on her cheek and usual over the top wigs swapped for one cut much, much shorter.

(Ashton Casey [Ashnikko]) [THE HARLEQUIN]. Please welcome [HEX HALCYON SIF-SIDON(THEY/SHE)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [24]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [POLICE SECRETARY]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive. (Ringleader again please avert your eyes)

WELCOME TO HUNTSVILLE, WV, hex. Please follow this checklist and submit your account within 48 hours. Do not stay out after dark, and beware the whispers calling you into the woods at dusk.

a girl want fun and a girl wanna sin some // I want the teddybear, now a bitch gonna win one.

Hex Halcyon Sif-Sidon: Fae Barmaid

-Wings from img 1 -Full costume from img 2 -Mask from img 3

Largely electing to sell her usual Mead and honey based sweets, Hex has embraced the opportunity to dress more in line with their mode of dress prior to Huntsville, dusting off one of their acrobat costumes and modifying it to fit with the vibe of a barmaid pixie of some kind, she's taken on the role of a flirty saleswoman, selling drinks and double entendre over the course of the event. Bongo isn't far off, the dog sitting outside the booth in a dragon costume similarly handmade by someone within the circus to Hex's additional costume pieces.

THE HARLEQUIN: HEX HALCYON SIF-SIDON

The torturous rage that's performed on this stage, As I gaze at myself playing this role, It makes me feel whole- When I'm in full control I'm no longer a doll that you own ! ! !

"I'm Hex Halcyon Sif-Sidon- You'd do well not to forget the whole thing, 'cause I'm gonna be a big deal, someday, got it? But I guess you can just call me Hex, Most folk do. I'm 24 years old and I'm a bona-fide circus freak- but I guess, these days, with my tourin' opportunities on hold- I'm fillin' slots as a Police Dispatcher. I arrived in town in with my traveling troupe Seven years ago, and I still live with the surviving members in an abandoned house on the edge of town. I'm not sure how I feel about the Commune, because far be it from the clown to judge anybody else- My greatest vice is my inability to mind my own business, and the fact I'm a hellish gossip."

Name: Hex Halcyon Sif-Sidon

Aliases: Hex, Sif, Baby, B Гиена (v Giyena) [The Hyena], Bubbles the Clown

Age: 24 (October 11th)

Sexuality/Gender: Pansexual Genderfluid (She/They)

Personality: A horrendous busybody, Hex is the most extroverted member of the Menagerie post their being trapped within Huntsville, constantly getting themselves involved in the lives and business of others, often uninvited. Peppy and vibrant, they can often come off as 'too much' for the unprepared, and has been since her arrival nearly eight years ago. They don't seem troubled by their new lot in life beyond a lingering sense of wanderlust, and her tendency to make new friends quickly has done her well, despite the fact her reputation as a nosy gossip is well-known.

Occupation: Former Circus Act, Presently working at the local police station as a dispatcher.

Affiliations: The Marvelous Menagerie Traveling Circus, The Huntsville Police, Arkadeon Sidon- their husband, and the Menagerie's present ringmaster, 39 years old.

Scent Profile: Sweet, like sugar and fresh cotton sheets, Like lanolin for violin bows and honey candies made by hand in the kitchen- like sweet flowers for bees they rear and the harsh copper of blood.

Aesthetic: Canvas strips from tents torn into bandages, rubbing alcohol biting into split knuckles and ignored bloodied lips. A painted on grin in white and blue paint hiding a frown beneath, everybody loves a clown- and you've been a fool for some time. Bees sting but once and then they die but they follow the will of a Queen. It is femininity made dagger sharp and deadly- Fear my sting, fear my sting, please do not hurt me.

You've ruined me and everything that used to seem Pleasant to me Is now a broken mockery- Nostalgic lost reality. But now it seems within these dreams the power all belongs to me!

CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE POST ARRIVAL

Hex has adjusted alarmingly well, all things considered, they miss the glamour of touring and performing that they saw in their teens, but there is a comfort in routine, and her fondness for the bees she keeps, and those who live within her strange little family of circus freaks tends to keep her on the straight and narrow. While their tendency to spread rumors and gossip hasn't earned them many favors, it's also not garnered many detractors in their life, most finding her more than enjoyable to be around given their plucky personality and eagerness to participate in anything she's invited to. She's the public facing presence for the Menagerie, a bright eyed, plucky young thing who garnered her fame in the cirque with her work as a clown and a tightrope walker. She tends to wilt, in the presence of her husband, though if asked about this, she'll quickly change the subject to something else, choosing to think about anything else aside from the man who heads her circus, and the fact their numbers are far smaller than they had been, that faithful night their traveling troupe rolled through the town of Huntsville. They remain close to Mercy, another freak in their circus who headed the sideshow, largely defaulting to his judgement of others when they're together- And with notable friction between Mercy, Arkadeon, and herself, the people of the Menagerie are a frayed tightrope bound to snap someday- Hex simply hopes that they're not the one to cause the break.