Yokino, Warai

Name: Warai Yokino
Alias: N/A
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 166lbs
Alignment: Undecided
Birth Date: December 31st
Birth Place: Shibuya, Japan
Western Horoscope: Capricorn ♑
Eastern Zodiac: Goat (Fire)
Occupation: Professional Carnie
Text color: #2B0057

Skills/Talents:

• [ JUGGLING] Going along with his “profession” as a clown, Warai has learned and nearly mastered the fine art of juggling over the years. Clubs, scarves, balls, you name it, and he can probably toss it around in a circular motion meaninglessly for hours.
• [ PUPPETEERING ] An odd skill picked up by Warai, he learned how to handle puppets with fair skill. This is pretty much totally useless, but it’s fun acting out things with them sometimes.
• [ BALANCE ] Being able to ride unicycles with ease, it’s safe to say Warai has a well maintained center of balance.
• [ BUFFET WARLORD ] Another odd skill, there is no amount of food that this guy cannot consume. Well, maybe not literally.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

• [ SPACED OUT ] Over ninety percent of the time, Warai is totally spaced out. He doesn't have a very long attention span, either, making it difficult for him to concentrate on what's going on.
• [ UNDECIDED ] The clown changes his mind very quickly, often wanting to do one thing then suddenly wanting to do the exact opposite of that. This makes it hard for him to achieve any one goal.

Personality:
Some people believe that science is the reason behind the universe, the reason and explanation and even answer to why and how things tick. Others simply believe in nothing at all, there is no reason to discover to put trust in idols. Some yet disagree and put their trust in divine beings, either through ancient tradition or faith, not wanting to ask any questions, claiming the answers were already there in front of everybody’s faces. Everything happens for a reason, so they think, and divine intervention often presents itself in the form of miracles. Warai Yokino is a proud member of this latter group.

However, he’s never really clearly defined his lord and savior. Sometimes it might be Jesus Christ, at other times, a completely different entity. In fact, Yokino’s religion seems to be a euphoric abomination made from all others, and then dressed up like a circus clown. The only icon that stays consistent in his “preaching” (which is in reality more closely related to rambling) is a mystical and vaguely described place known as the “Dark Carnival”, which was probably inspired by a bad Detroit based rap group anyhow. His capriciousness isn’t limited to his religious beliefs, either.

Warai doesn’t seem to put a lot of reason into anything he does, sans always falling back on the idea of miracles. But as just explained, even that is a convoluted mess of slander. He does things that he thinks are right, and he does things because they are fun, and he never plans ahead. The teenager is very likely to change his mind quickly as well; wanting one thing and then suddenly another is not uncommon for him. This is clearly shown when he talks, as he’ll often start a sentence with a topic and then completely changing it in the middle of the verse. A psychologist might pronounce him as clinically insane due to his erratic nature, but he never bothered to go see one.

The kid doesn’t have the best of memory, most likely due to the effects of THC frying his brain since he was thirteen years old. He often forgets important details in favor of only looking at the big picture, often leading him to frustrate himself because hitting the jar of pickles won’t open it. Luckily, he never seems to lose his temper, and keeps it together with a positive attitude. Maybe his saviors didn’t want him to open that jar, it’s all cool, it’s for a good reason, he often says to himself. That being said, Warai is a prime example of an optimist, never looking at any situation negatively. In fact, he absolutely hates violence.

Yokino is a pacifist and will always try to avoid a fight. Even when confronted with unfathomable evil, this guy would rather try to reason with the beast no matter how terrible it is. He will more than often fail at confronting his bullies or otherwise as he’s pretty much the worst advice giver anybody’s ever met. He doesn’t view other people as if they were other people; he views them as if they thought just like he did, hence where one could imagine where all the bad advice steams from. This at times leads people to not like him, along with his strange and erratic nature, oh and his obsession with clowns.

Warai’s f***ing obsession with clowns.

We didn’t touch up on that yet, did we? It’s more than just an obsession, actually. It’s a lifestyle. The Dark Carnival is his religion, his way of life, doubting that would be heresy. He takes this a step further by working at a traveling carnival as one of the painted tricksters, a job he’s held for quite some time. It's become a way of life. And it was completely harmless.

It was all completely harmless.

Appearance:



Warai is tall for his age and race, standing at a somewhat intimidating six foot one when he’s standing up right. However, he has poor posture and is usually slouching or leaning over, making him appear shorter than he actually is. His face is painted, quite literally, with a permanent smile. His eyes are aloof and never seem to be looking at whoever he may be talking to at the time. The sixteen year-old has somewhat of a long face in general, a tired one, but a smiling one. The young Yokino does indeed paint his face for his job and, well, for the fun of it sometimes. He usually does so with subtle whites and greys; rather the loud red, blue, and white face paint of more traditional funny-men.

As far as physique goes, the trickster is somewhat lanky and thin, lacking an outstanding amount of visible muscle due to his lifestyle. His practice and ability in certain circus related physical activities has helped him build some power, but more than anything, it allows him to retain his thin form without having to worry about it. Not that he really cares in the end or anything, as appearance isn’t a big deal, brother. His skin is lightly tanned from spending a lot of time outside, like working a carnival stand, or simply zoning out in a field of flowers…

Warai definitely isn’t a Victoria’s Secret fashion star, either. Well, with that analogy, the imaging could get a bit creepy, but that’s not the point. He doesn’t really put too much effort in dressing himself, usually wearing a simple black or purple t-shirt, though that’s only because he won a large amount of plain tees in a carnival raffle a couple years ago. The clown does own some novelty shirts, some depicting evil clowns upon them, and others advertising for his favorite foods, which are all sweets of some sort. Pants-wise, a pair of jeans never hurts, though he only has like three pairs, a couple black pairs and a navy pair riddled with holes and rips from poor maintenance. The teenager thinks jeans are a bit uncomfortable, though, and will prefer to wear one of his old pairs of polka-dotted clown pants or sweats with his normal outfits.

Personal History:

"I don't up and remember when I was all around two years old...or even before that, because really, who does? I must've had a pretty nice family, though I don't really remember my parents being all up and motherf***ing around all the time. Nah, it was mostly just me in the early days, just motherf***ing me, but also my best friend in the whole world: me. I guess there were other people too other than just up the two of us, a few neighborhood homies and sisters, always wanting to hang out, play video games, sometimes sportsball or whatever, I was always motherf***ing chill with anything anybody wanted to get down with, so that's how most my early childhood rolled, ominous narrator guy.

I guess.

I guess there were a couple moments. A couple moments of motherf***ing interest, of fascination, something that might get the philosophical works all up and ticking up in your cerebral cells, the details, oh the details I have left out, man, there's just so many. What if you had to recall your entire childhood? Wait! I got a wicked motherf***ing way to recount my childhood shenanigans, brother, I got a rap for you.

I was kinda the weird brother on the block, didn't fit in with the flock, I told them "yo bro I'm not messed in the head", and with a bit of convincing and motherf***king forcing I was friends with everyone...uh...instead.

That's pretty motherf***ing terrible, I'm not usually all up and this bad, bro. I'll save you from such healthy fires by getting all up and on with the subject that is being discussed at hand; my childhood. I used to juggle things a lot...but the best part? The ocean. The ocean was so motherf***ing beautiful. Gazing at it with those childish eyes for the first time, then the second, goddamn, every motherf***ing time was as good as the first time. Things like the ocean, things like that just confirm that magic is absolutely real. Uh...yeah...that's my childhood. Almost.

Well, I guess there was this one time I went to this wicked camp. It was pretty cool, I met my best motherf***ing bro there; Ikari. Dude is a little...angry at times but it's cool, I'm down and chill with it. It's just the way he all up and expresses himself, you know? You can't all up and keep a brother from expressing their true self. Never. No.

Other than that...what is there to talk about? I all up and joined the carnival if that interests you, didn't finish high school either but who all gives a f*** about that wicked boring shit, bro. Uh...I forget details, I all up and motherf***ing said that already, and writing this is starting to hurt my fingers. So long. This "self history" might be the longest thing I've ever motherf***ing written. Damn...maybe I could set one of those motherf***ing record deals?

Uh, right, details to make stuff longer so I hit the word limit. I ran away from home when I was all up and only like twelve...er...was it thirteen? It might of been fourteen, actually, yeah, the latter motherf***ing answer sounds wicked correct. Why? I dunno. I don't think my mom or dad even noticed. They kinda didn't pay any attention to me, they were always busy. They were in something called poverty at that, so they probably had a wicked struggle to just crawl by, and I'm sure I all up and wasn't helping the cause by being there. Maybe they're happy they lost a burden, it's about all I was to them anyway, bro. But let's talk about something else, this gives me terrible motherf***ing feels.

Oh yeah! The carnival! It's the best thing on earth, besides for miracles, and oceans, anyway, because those things are wicked hard to beat. They are the only way I got to up and leave my home, my nest, the gentlebro of a Ringmaster let me have a job as a clown. It's just about the coolest thing in the globe. I can't think of a single thing motherf***ing cooler than being a clown. So yeah..uh...that's me, that's my motherf***ing life, so there you have it."


Backpack Contents:

• [ BICYCLE HORN ] It’s simple plastic silver and black themed bicycle horn, minus bicycle. It makes an annoying high pitched honking sound when depressed. It’s great for ruining sneak attacks accidentally.
• [ LUKEWARM SODA ] A six-pack of Faygo soda, something that isn’t sold in Japan. Warai seems to always have some of this swill on his person.
• [ SKETCH BOOK ] A sketch book full of the teenager’s wonderful “art”. It’s mostly just mad scribbling, but there are a few pieces worth looking at, showing that he has at least some degree of artistic talent.
• [ PAINT SET ] A set of seven colored paints and a couple basic brushes, it’s nothing too fancy. The colors include red, yellow, blue, neon green, purple, black, and white. The neon was borrowed from another set.
• [ BOX OF “HAND-ROLLED CIGARETTES” ] Just a pack of…wait, should a sixteen year old really have cigarettes? They smell a little funny as well…

Digivice:



Warai’s Digivice has a black body not unlike those usually used for dark Digimon. However, its grips are a deep purple color, and the buttons are a bright red, giving it a colorful appearance. The teenager didn’t think this was enough, however, as he painted all over it in neon green. The paintings were done with haste and without much reason, and they only depict a single image and a single word: some sort of emoticon with a nose and the work “honk”, likely both references to the Tamer’s clown persona.

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