Giggles the Clown

Name: Giggles Ḻ̶͕̺̮̦͗̊͆́̑̈́̌́̐͌̓͐̒͂͆͘͘͝͝ṷ̷̢̭͍̘̀̑̂̌̋̎̾̃͐́͒̉̔̿̕͘͘͝͠͝͝ĉ̵̨̠̹͓̞̩̮͉̝͙͍̮̰͚̓̍̊̆ͅͅĩ̸̢̧̪̱̞̫̥̤̞̝̦̥̫̭̟̠̳̘̦͖͆̑̀̀̃͗̏̈́̿̈̈̈́̂̈̈͒̓̏̄͜͝͠ͅl̵̢̛̲̦͔̺͈̜̹͙̤͙͙̝͍̙̤̹͔̱̒̄̂̂̏͒̆̄̈́̀̇̓̿̈̽̂̚̕͜͝ľ̷̡̡͉̹̗͇̬͎̟͔̲̺̭̦͉̺͓͔̯͚̤̔̽̊̋͌̽̾̈́̈́̃̅̓̉͗̚e̶̡̲̠͔̣̜͓͉̳̰͓̱͆͆̑̾̂̋̑̓̋͑̓̄́̊̒̍̇̚͜͜͜͝ ̷̩̩͚̮̝̝̙̯̭̪̮̖̤̹̰͙͒͗͋͋̈͝ͅĎ̷̢̨̡̢͇̠̪̣̮͙̺̺͙̹̩͙͈̞̠̭́́̀̃̿͛͋̅̋̕̚͜ư̵̩̙͍͕̥̪̺͈̫͙̅͐́͌̒̃̔̋̒̾̑̎͗̋̇̀͐̇̇̈́́̿͘f̴̛͎̙͙̰̗͓̰̭̝̻͓̲͐͗̇̇̈́̈͆̾͌̈͌̒̆̈̂́̉͑̏͒̚̕͜f̵̢̡̡̡̖̹̙̮͎̦̻̖̦̤͙̑̽̅̂̅͗̌̔
Player: kiki



Nicknames: Giggs, Huckleberry, Nanny, Carnie, 

Classification: Sinner
Gender: Woman
Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic

Status: Single with every intention to keep it that way.
Place of Birth: Tennessee, United States
Year of Birth/Death: Nov 8 1994 / June 19 2022

Classification: Sinner
Cardinal Sins/Virtues: Wrath, Pride, Gluttony; Kindness
Occupation: Hotel Patron
Personality:

A natural thespian, the clown is hardly ever short of energy or expressiveness when it comes to engagement. Having a mouth that never quits is both a blessing and a curse, her quick wit and talkative nature very quickly becoming more trouble than they’re worth when she makes the decision to lip off to the wrong individual. Learning lessons takes time with her, between her stubborn pride and genuine ditzyness. But that is how she truly prefers to live life — look before you leap and brace for the landing. When she wants something, she makes the executive decision: she will have it. At some points, her desires can come before the betterment of those around her, and can greatly influence her behaviors. Its something she is trying to TRY to change.

While she looks at the world with wide eyed curiosity and whimsy by nature, its not difficult to goad the goat into fits of rage. Easily offended, challenged and enabled, instigations and arguments are par for the course with Giggles. Her verbal assaults are rather unforgiving, but her physical ones can prove quite treacherous too. When her loyalty is earned, Giggles can be a rather reliable ally and does her best to be as supportive as someone of her emotional integrity can be. This doesn’t exempt them from her affectionate deviousness— they are just as likely to be subjected to light hazing and pranks as any other sinner. Once a demon is on her shit-list, however, its a difficult journey in leaving. Her capacity to be cruel and vengeful should not be questioned.

History:

Trailer trash from a desolate backwoods town in Tennessee, in life Giggles faced adversity at nearly every obstacle. Ostracized by her community for the reputation her sociopathic, drug-addicted mother had garnished, she faced her adolescent years disdained by both peers and parent. This resulted in a rather snappy attitude, a practicality painstakingly molded by the dog-eat-dog upbringing. Her only reprieve being a singular student who seemingly took pity upon her, offering some civility and companionship when alone. Like a bat out of hell, she took the car and sped out of her dead end town the day after graduating high school. She started over in a city two states away. From there Giggles remarkably made apparent progress in any visible way. She was socializing, holding down a job, staying out of trouble. In fact, she worked so hard she obtained a merit based scholarship for the theater program of a stuffy university nearby.

Which inevitably crumbled before her in a series of drunken nights of verbally and physically lashing out at anyone who came close. This was brought on upon learning that the one friend she had in childhood was nothing more than a snake. A child who only befriended the girl to continuously set her up for round after round of conflict with her regular bullies. This left her enraged, and she hit the bottle. Hard. But she hit the cars of her faculty harder once they informed her that her conduct was resulting in expulsion. Two months before her graduation.

Narrowly outrunning the police, she found no support nor solace from the posh classmates she presumed were her friends. But when faced with threats of contacting the authorities, she had nowhere to go but down. Specifically, downtown. Where she quickly befriended and joined a ragtag gaggle of burnouts and junkies setting off for a cross country party on wheels. The final two years of her life were spent in a near nonstop stupor brought on by liquid relief in forms of both bottles and needles. Oh, and befriending any and every shaman, witch, or other mythical practitioner she met. With the sole intention of asking them to help her hex her friend who betrayed her. The one she ultimately blames for her life falling apart.

She met her inevitable end while hiking in a national park, making the unfortunate decision to clamor onto some protruding rocks. To make a joke. A harmless joke, however, the punchline never came. Because she was bucked off the side of the mountain by a mother fucking mountain goat. Her crash collision into Hell left her enraged more than anything. She had enough sense to know she wasn’t a great person by any means. But surely she didn’t deserve this, right? She was an asshole, not a monster! After a few weeks of coping in her preferred method — loud liquor and even louder music — she caught wind of the Princess of Hell’s newest passion project. Giggles knew right then and there: she had to meet this lady.

Powers:

Esoteric Smoke Manipulation: This ability is still rather dormant within the clown, and hasn’t quite been unlocked at the moment. However, she unknowingly harbors an affinity for smoke magic, and given the proper practice and guidance she could find countless ways to utilize this ability. Notably, it is a rather defensive measure. Offering both a deflective cover from offensive forces, as well as eventually having the capabilities to manage minor teleportation!

(To be expanded and properly defined as time goes on.)

Skills:

Musician! || She’s proficient with her guitar and harmonica as well as dabbles in the banjo.
Thespian Skills! || Being a classically trained thespian in the performing arts program at university, singing, dancing and acting are a breeze to her! (She doesn’t dance anymore, however, because she hates her hooves.)

Trivia:

Her clown-like qualities don’t stop at her face– if Giggles falls to the ground, either by tripping or by being pushed, there will be an audible comedic sound effect. Car crash, rubber chicken noise, bowling ball hitting pins, possibilities are endless.
When Giggles sneezes, it sounds like a party favor.
Her eyes have the faintest golden glow in the dark…
Yes, goats have four stomachs. That is the only reason she can drink as much as she does and not vomit every hour on the hour. It also helps alleviate the effects of drugged drinks. They still hit her, but not as severely.
She has a slight hillbilly twang that comes out more if she’s excited or intoxicated.
Despite her ditziness, she has a quick wit with humor, and knows a ton of puns. She just likes laughing, okay?
Hugs honestly creep her out, because she’s not used to them at all.
Yes, she can juggle.
When she had normal feet, she loved Appalachian Flatfoot Dancing.
Moonshine and Whiskey are her favorite drinks.
If she could, she’d become Hell’s Johnny Knoxville.
Her speaking voice claim is akin to Sweet Dee from Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia, while her singing voice is similar to the lead singer of the band Hop Along.