Suelo

"I'm not here to fuck you, my dear, cute notion but, no, no. I'm here to fuck with you... mostly your head. Best to put your trousers back on, and the tinfoil hat... you do have one? Right?" ~ Some Psychopath ~ Mr. Cellophane   Name: Suelo, Beau(Bobo), El Payaso Blanco, King of the Clowns IC Job: Questionable street clown and fortune teller Location: The Corner of Here and There Quotes: "Humor is the sunshine of the mind!" "Suelo dormir en el suelo, esta bien." Themesong A: Chicago, the musical - Mr. Cellophane Themesong B: Puddles Pity Party - Brain Damage / Eclipse (Pink Floyd cover) Themesong C: Cosmo Sheldrake - Come Along... There's no such thing as time to kill Nor time to throw away So once for the bright sky Twice for the pig sty Thrice for another day! Description Beau stands an unassuming somehow unforgettable five foot ten with a face defined by soft dopey features. His messy reddish brown hair falls well past his chin but the mass of thinning curls rarely yeilds to gravity. Instead, he wears an ancient sage green bowler hat to compliment his untidy hair, hair which he often keeps slicked back beneath said hat. Said Hat happens to be in pristine condition unlike the rest of his attire which is normally covered in filth and a smattering of pigeon droppings. (Did someone coo? It must have come from the coat...) The man's very pale slate blue irises wear a corona of deepest sapphire and glint with an internal depth; a feral inclination. A wholesome green bow tie, a dirty gray button down and a shoddy pair of baggy layman's trousers from the 1930s held up by ancient leather suspenders. An over sized dirty winter coat too warm for the climate and patched at the elbows looks comically out of place on a person striving for relevance. He has a pin on his left coat lapel, pink and yellow flowers in a circle around the words: Please be nice to me. I'm on Acid. On his right lapel is a realistic looking pink rose, that probably shoots water if one gets too close. A pair of comically large brownish-red shoes on his feet remain mostly hidden below the oversized slacks. Other common adornments include: last night's clown make up left as only heavily faded black triangle smudges under the eyes with most of the white grease paint washed away, pewter rings set with semi precious stones poking out of fingerless huckster gloves and an affable grin. The Hollyweird (Contacts and NPCs) Clovis Turnfeather Professional Bird Luck-charm Friend Daisy the Great Old Lady Malkavian Friend That Bitch, Stacy Facts and Intuition ● Hobo Haruspex - "It isn't what it sounds like! Someone, get me a bag of garbage, the entrails of society have plenty to say." ● Laughingstock - "It takes a certain level of faith to believe in any Malkavian fully. Truly." ● Inoffensive to Animals - "The Pigeon has a name, call him Clovis... and please, put some respect on it." ● Spies - "Wouldn't know nothing about those, James Bond is a suave fellow though? Ain't he?" ● Domains -The Sprawl, Dogtown