#wisefool

[ebayclowns]

somehow Jinks Leggins, one of the first and most lore-foundational ebayclowns, has been deleted from the blog. luckily the brilliant Clownsverse Wiki is here to bail out our asses and return Leggins to his seat of glory

[ebayclowns]

purchased this individual at a yard sale for one (1) US dollar. what is the mark in the middle of the forehead?  clown power crystal?

Meg A. Bus, third-in-line to the Bus fortune. a fad for having crystals on you resulted in her current state; the gem (accursed loot from the hoard of the Bastard Horde) is pressing into her forebrain and sapping any energies she may have originally possessed. everybody’s moved on to the new “thing” - at time of writing, fitting as few clowns as possible into a single big car - but the Bus women are stubborn, and not one to let go of an accessory just because it’s “out of fashion” or “steeped in evil” or “actively hastening [their] deaths”.

faction: Wisefool

[ebayclowns]

saw this funny lookin’ character sitting on the bridge, this little fella’ who i met on my travels…who are they?

Fester Festive, former barnaclefarmer. they gained mysterious bridge-related powers from donning the velour footie pyjamas of the previous bridgekeeper but it’s not what they wanted out of their career. they only drink water that has passed under the bridge; it’s not required, they just like it. there is a rumour that they’ll carry you across the bridge if you ask, but that was one time, and they’re frankly sick of hearing about it.

faction: Wisefool

[ebayclowns]

a friend i acquired off ebay. they insisted on the frames and stickers.

J HeyHey, go-getting Wisefool reporter for Clownews. her mystical powers allow her to sense the location of hot scoops across the vast span of the clownverse, but this data is completely without context. by the time she arrives with cameras in tow, whatever was happening is usually long over, so she just makes up some shit. she resents her cousin Jinks Leggins (HeyHey was employed due to network nepotism) and refuses to admit that she has anything to do with her comparatively low ratings, instead blaming any random bullshit that comes to mind, such as weather balloon interference, the weakening of the clownpound, and the sillystock market. nevertheless, her loyal crew will follow her into Hell. she knows this because they have done so several times. she refuses to be seen without at least four filters on and a tableau of cartoon animals, sparkles or animated gifs/rotating wordart psychically projected hovering around her 

[ebayclowns]

Who is this rollerblading bastard with the lovely fashion sense?

mid-tier roller derby participant Pierre Rot Ruinaire. clownish roller derby is immensely welcoming, accepting even Bastards “as long as you can falldown in a funny way” (as per official league rules). his day job is among the Tragicians, who also accept even Bastards “as long as you can falldown in like a way that generates pathos, a pathetic way so to speak” (as per the subfactional charter).

faction: Bastard/Wisefool, subfaction: Tragician

[ebayclowns]

Sequoia Gilderbritches, tireless spokesclown of the Funny Little Men’s Union, which represents clowns, jesters, fools, knaves, etc. in their ongoing dispute against God. under her watch, the union has already secured reincarnation rights for anyone who’s ever told a joke. she’s a Wisefool on the side, using her powers to fend off strikebreaker-angels.

faction: Wisefool/Stubtype

[ebayclowns]

Hello! My friend bought this clown on Ebay with a broken foot. He named her Rosy and we’re wondering what her origins are. 

Rosa “Rosy” Cea. a woman of noble birth before her initiation into Wisefoolery, she now awkwardly straddles the thin white line between courtly intrigues and academic drama. the Emperor himself trod on and shattered her foot, and she deeply appreciates this extenuating circumstance, taking leave from both of her hectic lives.

faction: Jesters of the Court/Wisefool

[ebayclowns]

[submitted by @sanrio97]  two of them

Navidad and Little Christchild. Navidad’s infinitely-extended paternity leave/sabbatical from the Wisefools has resulted in his tendrils turning frostbitten and black as activated charcoals; yet he still tends his cherub, applauding his infantile bits as though they were a) divinely inspired and b) much funnier than anything a grown-up clown could come up with, which is true.

it is not known what Little Christchild thinks about all this. perhaps he is of godly kin. perhaps he is merely skimming off enough body heat to get through a hard first clownwinter.

faction: Wisefool, None (potentially Unexplainable)