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“Ladies and gents, the show’s just begun!” 

[b]Name:[/b]
Percival Rowan Pelacour

[b]Aliases:[/b]
Percy, Pierrot

[b]Age:[/b]
19

[b]Description:[/b]
Clocking in at an even 6’2”, calling Percival “noticeable” would be a severe understatement. With vibrant blue eyes, a bird’s nest of orange hair, and a grin that could aptly be described as “shit eating”, the young man gives off the impression that he’s planning some sort of mischief even when his mind is far from it. He has a penchant for clothing that’s a bit harder on the eyes, with his favorite outfit consisting of deep blue pants, leather boots, and a canary yellow jacket that he often wears like a cape. After starting the PHOBIA treatments, Percival has adopted a few unsettling aspects to his appearance. A certain hungry look in his eyes, for one. Unnaturally pale skin. 

The razor sharp fangs that now line his mouth might also have something to do with the effect, as well.

Phobi-ablility:
Coulrophobia, the Fear of Clowns

Personality:
Percival is, put simply, quite the personality. For all of his annoyance with the powerset he developed, the young man certainly acts the part of a clown, joking constantly and keeping up an enthusiastic, over-the-top air almost constantly. His fondness for theatrics and dramatic flair can be...quite grating to some, but in the case that one has a thick enough skin to put up with his joking, Percy can be surprisingly friendly.
Beneath his cheery persona, however, Percival is somewhat bitter about his circumstances, and can quickly sober up when the need comes for it.

Relations:
Indigo (Twin Sister), Caroline (adopted younger sister), Soren (adopted father), TBA

Backstory:
TBA

Theme:
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJUJW589HZI]This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race[/url]
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Here's my sheet for my clown boy. c: