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Clowns in ancient times had deeper roles than just making people laugh...
Age 12 0.39%
Antiquity 17200 years 0.13%
Background Forest 18.66%
Clown Rating 96% 1.54%
Dexterity Disappearing Act 4.63%
Epithet Legendary Clown 17.5%
Eye Color Amber 2.45%
Facial Expression Creepy Grin 0.13%
Gender Male 59.59%
Habitat Jungles 7.46%
Hair Color Covered 6.95%
Head Item A Hat Adorned With Gold Horns And Yellow Agate Stones 0.13%
How He/She died? Severe Fever 8.24%
Interests Seeking the Primal Jest 0.9%
Intrinsic Value 49100$ 0.13%
IQ 150 0.51%
Luck He Does Not Need Luck 0.77%
Nationality Egyptian 18.66%
Neck Item None 26.64%
Nose Orange 5.41%
Personality Creative 2.32%
Phobia Ophidiophobia 7.59%
Phobia Description Fear Of Snakes 7.59%
Phygital T-shirt And Hoodie 12.74%
Point 100 4.38%
Tier Blue Diamond 4.38%
Verve Passionate 2.19%
Vigor 95 0.77%
Website clown-society.com 100%
Wish To play all day without chores. 0.13%
Z-Name Tekhamin Thobesian 0.13%
Z-Story The air in the great hall of the longhouse hung heavy with the day's hard hunt. Families huddled, tired and quiet. But young Tekhamin didn't like hunting, and he had a different way to lift the spirits. Emboldened by the flickering firelight, he shuffled to an open patch of earth. He puffed out his chest, imitating old Darmasenus, who always boasted of catching the biggest mammoth, then comically tripped over a protruding knot in the floorboards, sprawling in the dirt with a loud oof. The tribe chuckled, a low rumble. Next, he mimed the struggle of trying to skin a tough hide, grunting and tugging, getting tangled in invisible leather, then accidentally hitting himself in the face with an unseen club. A few stronger laughs broke out. Finally, he pointed at the shadows cast by the smoke vent and pretended to be a nervous sentry, shivering exaggeratedly, squinting into the dark, then jumping back from a draft that whistled through the timber wall. He let out a tiny, high-pitched squeak of fear. A roar of genuine, belly-shaking laughter erupted from the tribe, washing over the wooden walls. For a few brief moments, the chill of the hunt and the worries of tomorrow faded, replaced by the simple, ancient joy of shared mirth. Tekhamin, still panting, beamed, a proud, goofy grin on his face. 0.13%

Total Rarity Score: 6639.53

Rarity: #9/777

Ancient Clown #417

Collection: Ancient Clown

Minted 2 months ago by stars1kh..gghl. Currently owned by stars1cc..lk7s.

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