"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."
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
