Arthur

 Arthur the caracal is the last person you'd expect to work at a circus. He's no showman, and his stage presence is questionable at best. His demeanor is one you might expect from a librarian, or perhaps the person who does your taxes.  His favorite pastime is snuggling up under a toasty blanket with a lengthy novel and a cup of chamomile tea. Unfortunately for Arthur, however, he's got one talent, a talent that very few people have. 

     Arthur is a bloody good unicyclist. One of the best in the world, in fact. It was a talent picked up as a boy, and one he practiced for years on end. He only expected it to be a hobby, but then he got good. Really good. Turns out a caracal is a natural unicyclist, with powerful legs and a long tail for balance he's built for the job. 

     When you get good at things people start to notice, and notice they did.   For Arthur, an introvert who treats attention like the plague, this was a nightmare come true. Soon he found himself unicycling away from fans and admirers alike, his reclusiveness only egging them on. After unicycling through college with decent enough grades, he finally found the desk jockey job he dreamed of. But then the circus came knocking, and they gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. 

       It certainly wasn't the fame that drew him in. It wasn't promising to have his name in shining lights, or the lure of adventure. To put it simply, they offered to pay triple his current job. They said it was only for a few years, then he could retire to whatever secluded alpine bungalow he liked. That all he'd have to do was ride a unicycle around a circle a couple times and he'd be able to live comfortably the rest of his life. A sweet deal, right? 

     It's been 10 years. Arthur's still here. 

      Sometimes he wonders why. He has more money than he could ever dream of. He could easily slip off into the night and pedal away to the life of his dreams. And yet he still tags along, trudging to work like the average American 9-5 wage slave. (A 9-5 wage slave that pedals though flaming hoops for a living)  

     Maybe by this point he's just gotten used to it. The distant cheering crowds. The flaming ramps. The ever thinner, ever higher tightropes. It's all in a day's work for him. It's become his daily routine, and routines are like water to him.  Sigh. Life is boring, no?  

    PERSONALITY:  

- He has the demeanor of a bored 9-5 American office worker. Despite working at a circus he finds it relatively dull (but that's cause he's so good at what he does) However, whenever he's unicycling he becomes lost in his own world, oblivious to anything else. When his routine gets broken up he becomes rather cross 

- Has become used to crowds looking on from a distance, but becomes extremely embarrassed when confronted by fans in person. He also hates seeing his name in lights or on posters/merch. He's super introverted. 

- Loves a good book, especially old novels 

- Is an avid tea drinker 

- Doesn't like thrills, excitement, or surprises 

- despite hundreds of romantic admirers, he doesn't engage in romance, as that sort of thing makes him too anxious 

- likes travel, but hates when things go wrong 

- loves learning about new things (preferably through a book) 

- hates the clowns, as he's a prime target for their mischief 

PHYSICAL/ DESIGN NOTES: 

- Dresses very plainly, cannot understand why everyone thinks it's super adorable. He prefers argyle sweater vests and slacks, and is rarely seen without his bowler cap and bow tie.  

- Has natural caracal colors, clothes can be whatever color as long as it's plain looking 

- Has big ears, big eyes, and big paws, and a very long tail for balance 

- hands have pink paw pads (I forgot to fill them in)