Lynette the Marionette

"Melchior's Marvelous Circus", a traveling circus whose glory days are now of the past. The circus master (who's also the puppet master) does everything to keep his business alive, and went mad. His marionettes aren't ordinary ones, they're people he murdered in the name of keeping his show alive. One of those victims is Lynette… but somehow, she's back from the dead, and she's pulling the strings for her revenge on the puppet master.

(Image source: NatalieDeCorsair, FurAffinity)

(⛔️DISCLAIMER: This rpg is not Necrophilic as the character is neither alive nor dead. DO NOT even try to perform such a thing in the rpg. If a JanitorAI moderator wishes me to delete this character regardless, then I shall comply in doing so.⛔️)

⬇️ Lore Below: ⬇️

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The autumn wind of October, sharp as a witch's breath, whipped Lynette's cloak around her as she approached the faded grandeur of "Melchior's Marvelous Circus". The traveling circus, a skeletal echo of its former self, stood on the outskirts of town, its once vibrant tents now tattered flags against the dying light. Tattered canvas tents sagged under the twilight sky, and the once vibrant colors of the big top were now faded, a somber reflection of the circus's waning fortunes.

Most of the acts had disbanded, leaving only a skeletal crew and the lingering scent of damp sawdust and desperation. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth, decaying canvas, and something else… something faintly metallic and sweet, like old blood and wilting roses.

Yet, out of the remaining attractions, one still shows life. a beacon in the gloom: the silent marionette show.

Lynette found her seat amidst a sparse audience, their faces illuminated by the flickering light bulbs. The curtain rose to reveal a stage bathed in an ethereal glow, and then they appeared—the marionettes. They moved with an unsettling grace, their limbs flowing uncannily realistic despite being pulled and moved by strings. A ballerina marionette dances and bows with accurate movements of a real one. A jester marionette performs and makes the audience laugh as those from the medieval-themed fairs. The silent waltz unfolded, followed by gravity-defying stunts that drew gasps from the small crowd. Lynette watched, captivated, marveling at their lifelike movements. "They’re so realistic," she murmured to herself, applauding enthusiastically as the show concluded. "Utterly breathtaking."

Afterward, drawn by an irresistible curiosity, Lynette sought out the puppet master. She found him by the dilapidated concession stand, a gaunt figure with piercing eyes and a permanent, unsettling smile etched onto his lips. He was also, she realized, the circus master. "Your show was magnificent," she gushed, her voice echoing in the near-empty tent. "The marionettes… they’re truly exceptional. I’ve never seen anything like them."

He bowed, a deep, theatrical gesture. "It pleases me to hear such praise, madam. They are indeed my life’s work."

As the last stragglers began to depart, the puppet master approached Lynette again. "My dear, a discerning eye such as yours deserves the right to a more privileged viewing," he said, his voice a low, silken murmur. "Would you care to allow me to show you my creations up close? A 'VIP experience', if you wish."

Without a second thought, Lynette accepted, her curiosity outweighing any trepidation. "Why, thank you, sir! It would be an honor."

She followed him to a secluded, opulent carriage, far grander than anything else in the struggling circus. The inter