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Clowns in ancient times had deeper roles than just making people laugh...
Age 28 5.92%
Antiquity 88760 years 0.13%
Background Forest 18.66%
Clown Rating 92% 1.29%
Dexterity sallow fire 2.06%
Epithet Legendary Clown 17.5%
Eye Color Orange 0.9%
Facial Expression Pensive 1.16%
Gender Male 59.59%
Habitat Wooden Houses 7.72%
Hair Color Covered 6.95%
Head Item Headdress Adorned With Diamonds And Blue Feathers 0.26%
How He/She died? Head Trauma 0.64%
Interests Seeking Rare Gemstones 0.39%
Intrinsic Value 49950$ 0.13%
IQ 259 0.13%
Luck Infinity 3.73%
Nationality Congolese 3.35%
Neck Item None 26.64%
Nose Red 48.39%
Personality Paranoid 2.83%
Phobia Cynophobia 5.92%
Phobia Description Fear Of Dogs 5.92%
Phygital T-shirt And Hoodie 12.74%
Point 100 4.38%
Tier Blue Diamond 4.38%
Verve Charismatic 2.06%
Vigor 98 0.26%
Website clown-society.com 100%
Z-Name Sukenli Dau Mili 0.13%
Z-Story The late sun cast a haze of gold across the dusty path, where the day's hard work had left the village quiet and heavy. The air was still, heavy with the prayers of the village elders. Around a crackling fire, their hands raised to the starless night, they chanted the ancient words to break the drought-maker’s curse: "Mvula-a-Nsi, we give you the husk of the grain, the empty pod of the earth. We whisper to the cold wind, the one who brings not rain. Take our solemn hope and turn it to a green, wet song. Let the hard ground soften with a sigh. Let the millet swell with a joyous cry." This was the Ritual of the Whispering Dust, a grim, timeless plea for a bountiful harvest. Sukenli Dau Mili, a man of twenty-eight, his soul a wild drumbeat against the weary silence, sat at the edge of the firelight. He hated these ceremonies. They were filled with fear and solemnity, with groans and chants he found meaningless. He saw the grim, tired faces of the men, the very ones he was meant to feed and protect, and his heart ached for something more than this heavy, silent hope. He came not with a hunter's grace but with a swagger that was all his own. He approached the great pile of firewood, a mountain of heavy branches, and decided to show his strength. He strained to hoist the load, puffing out his chest and grunting, a serious display of power. He took one step, then another, his feet wobbling under the weight. With a great, impossible groan, he lost his balance. The logs came crashing down in a chaotic, thundering mess. But before a single gasp could escape, Sukenli Dau Mili turned the failure into a performance. He caught a tumbling log, twirled it like a baton, and, with a wide, theatrical grin, began a clumsy dance among the scattered wood. His movements were a glorious, undignified contradiction to the quiet, tired world, and his laughter echoed, a sound more valuable than gold. It was a melody that melted the weary silence, and soon, the whole village was laughing. 0.13%

Total Rarity Score: 5691.69

Rarity: #22/777

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Ancient Clown #628

Collection: Ancient Clown

Minted 2 months ago by clown-society.stars. Currently owned by clown-society.stars.

Date Event Amount
2025-09-06 mint
2025-09-06 mint sender