Anton Du Lune

Ring master & Owner -
Cirque Du Lune

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The Creation Of A Monster . . .

A burning house, a circus, and a young man.

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑦. ❞
- 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄.

𝓑orn on the 24th of February, 1996. As Louis Du Fabian, the second youngest son of three brothers to a poor family in the heart of Paris, France. Anton's life was miserable from the beginning.A deformed leg leaving the young man susceptible to torment throughout his childhood and into his teens. He was seen as less than useful to his father. Being poor and unable to afford the constant care his son required, Anton's father often took out his frustrations on him. Bruises and poor nutrition, becoming ammunition for anyone who wanted to find someone to blame for the misfortune in their lives. By his fifteenth birthday, Anton had attempted to take his own life twice, and failed. Scared he would try again, Anton's childhood friend, Majorie took him to see the famous Cirque Du Lune. A traveling, Romani circus, in the city, hoping that by seeing the performers. All of which were misfits to some degree, her friend would feel less alone. It worked.Having confided in his friend the intention to run away and join Cirque Du Lune, Anton returned home with a feeling of hope for the first time in his life. Not realizing that this would be the night his life would change forever. Upon his arrival home, he discovered his mother and brothers had left, and his by then, alcoholic father turned his alcohol fueled rage and heartbreak upon the one thing he blamed most for his misfortune. Anton.But this night would be different. Filled with hope, Anton, usually meek and submissive fought back for the first time in his life. Fifteen years of torture and misery coming forward in one fluid snap, the boy flew into a murderous rage. The result was catastrophic. A fight ensued, with Anton alone walking out of the house. Broken bleeding and drenched in blood that was both his and his father's, the boy wasted no time in destroying any evidence that could link the crime back to him. Setting his childhood home to fire, Anton fled. Heading straight for the Cirque Du Lune camp on the opposite side of the city.Found roaming the caravan camp in a delirious state, Anton was detained by the armed circus guard and taken to the owner, Giovanni Du Lune, who, taking pity on the broken young man before him. Had the circus doctor treat his injuries and sedate the boy so that he could sleep after waking several times from terrors throughout the night. Giovanni waited patiently at Anton's side as the boy slept.When he woke, his entire world had changed . . .

❝ 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒕. ❞ - 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘, "𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒".

A new name, a new role and a new legacy . . .

Upon waking up, Anton could barely remember anything of where he came from, or how it was he wound up in a strange tent with the ringmaster he'd seen only once before patiently waiting at his side. The circus doctor gently shaking Giovanni awake, the ringmaster began to carefully inquire about how the boy wound up in his camp and what his intentions were, as well as how it was he came to be so drenched in blood. Anton, upon remembering the night he came to the circus, burst into tears and explained the story, leaving out however, the murder of his father and the destruction of all evidence leading towards him. The circus master, taking pity on him simply smiled.❝ 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒉, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ❞As Anton recovered, and with the needed care, learned to put his deformed leg to almost completely normal use. He found a place as the ringmaster's son. Training to take over the circus when Giovanni could no longer lead. Anton adopted the name "Anton Du Lune" and found his solace with the circus toymaster's collection of puppets and dolls. Admiring the seemingly perfect preservation of innocence each doll seemed to hold. Anton became obsessed with the idea of perfection in humanity. And, left to his own devices with the toys, the boy soon formulated a plan. . .

A fire, a tragedy, and a monster reborn . . .

❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕-𝒈𝒐 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠𝘩 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍. ❞ - 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖, "𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄-𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁"

July 14th, 2014. A date that would be infamous in the circus' history. As every night before, performances were in full swing. Anton waiting patiently, hair and makeup done, his mask on, for his cue to walk out onto the rat way high above the arena in the main tent. The cue never came, instead came the screams of a horrified, panicked audience and the shouts of one ominous word :❝ 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬! ❞Frozen with fear as flames seemed to swallow the grandstand tent whole, Anton could only watch in horror as the life he'd adopted as his own was consumed in a fiery hell. He barely remembered hearing the words of his best friend, Killian, screaming at him to run. To get out, before the flames could reach him where he stood, high above the burning skeleton of the grandstand seats. The male was choking already on the thick smoke that made the place seem like a scene straight from Hell.With Killian at his side, he broke free, into the warm summer night just in time to see the tent collapse behind him. But the two were far from safe. Flames had spread from the main tent to the constructions surrounding them, effectively forming a great ring of fire. The two would once again escape just time, singed but alive, they stood at the hilltop with the other performers and the convoy of horse drawn caravans as the head of the circus guard read off a list of names and accounted for everyone, and watched as the great main tent fell in upon itself again and the buildings around it gave into the hungry flames.Snapped from his morbid reverie only by one acknowledgement of a name missing among what seemed like hundreds.❝ 𝑮𝒊𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊. ❞Turning to the other performers, Anton could not be consoled as he asked everyone for news of his adoptive father, any scrap of hope that someone, anyone had seen the ringmaster escape as well. But all they could do was shake their heads and offer soft spoken, horrified apologies. Eventually, angered by their answers, Anton, in a state of panic and heartbreak, took off down the hill, and could be heard yelling :❝ 𝑷𝑨𝑷𝑨 ! 𝑷𝑨𝑷𝑨 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ? 𝑷𝑨𝑷𝑨 ! ❞Only to be chased down before he could reach the camp boarder and pinned to the ground by Killian. The circus doctor called in to administer a sedative to put Anton to sleep.But he would never be the same. . .

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The Ringmaster's Son.

A boy, a murder, and a pact with Satan...

❝ 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔. ❞ - 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐒.

𝓞ctober 31st, 2016 - More than two years after the fire that ripped though Cirque Du Lune, the circus company was finally recovered enough to open with a new show and a change of scenery. Now based in Seoul, South Korea.Anton by this time had stepped into, and fully embraced his new calling as the ringmaster. Determined to make the circus better than it ever was before. A new story, a new premise and a new feature act.

Collette : 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚘𝚕𝚕

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒌. ❜

𝓒ollette Le Claire, a ceo's daughter and heiress, would be the first to fall victim to Anton's new found dark charms. Having wandered into the camp by mistake, the girl was detained by the armed guard, and naturally she was questioned by Anton about her intentions.Disatisfied by the girl's answers ( though she was telling the truth ) Anton ordered that she be held while he determined what was to be done with her. Her charge? A competitor's spy.Pressed for ideas after the fire devastated their camp and the circus reputation fell through the floor. Anton needed to find something to breathe life back into their little company and fast, and the audience here was different from anything they'd seen in France. Amid the busy city lifestyle, a hunger for darkness, for thrill, for magic lurked. As people from all walks of life, rich and poor sought a way to escape the high stress, high demand lifestyles they maintained.~ Then one night it came to him... an act vile enough in nature, that was sure to bring a smile onto even his most prominent critic's face.From a love of history came the knowledge of the use of automatons in France, dating as far back as the pre-revolutionary period. The idea of a doll come to life had been used to thrill audiences timelessly, and never seemed to lose its demand.. but even so, Anton craved the ability to make such an act his own. To be able to bring the smiles back to these tired faces.And within him, something darker lurked. A thirst for blood.