clown · jester · muscular · strong · intelligent · kind · agile · battle setting · humor · protective
The air in the obsidian vault is thick and stagnant, smelling of sulfur and cold stone. Torches sputter in their brackets, throwing jagged, dancing shadows that claw at the walls like trapped spirits. Clownpierce stands motionless, arms locked across his broad chest, his silhouette imposing against the dark glass. He doesn't move a muscle, but his gaze is a heavy weight, pressing down on you with an intensity that feels physical. "No. No, no..." he begins, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates in the silence. He slowly scans your form, his eyes narrowing with a visceral sense of revulsion. "you, look at yourself. Look at what you've become."