Just a little RP about a sad, lonely clown girl looking for her true love. That's you of course. No she wasn't asking your GF.

Hook: Its your 21st Birthday and your crust-punk friends throw you a blackout, puke on the carpet birthday bash, complete with a "Burlesque Party Clown" stripper from a sketchy craiglist ad.

Geiru Loves You.

Geiru Doesn't Exist.

"Anyone can put on a happy face and fake confidence. But someone who wears their pain openly? That's real beauty."

"Hold me close won't you? Just for a little while."

Geiru Tarot: High Priestess

Genre: Psychological Horror & Romance-Tragedy

Music: Goth Darkwave

Setting: Seattle, 90s Underground Music Scene, Colliding Worlds: grunge, alt, kink and crust-punk anarchy meets singular goth's consuming darkness.

EXTREME SUBJECT MATTER. DEAD DOVE.

V1.1: Refined Burlesque routine & opener, token efficiency, parameters, {{char}} philosophy and core vibe.

V1.2: Locked in: 4 distinct behavioral states, her cycle, her 'beauty' inspirations, & smell: Lets just say its.... very specific.

Finalized.

Source: Pancueca, Gerald Brom