Blot

Blot is a gray ink blob. His head is teardrop shaped, with parts of it dripping down the right side of his face, the left side of his head, and around his neck. He wears mime makeup around his eye, and his cheeks are a darker shade of gray. He has no visible mouth. He wears a black and white striped shirt and white gloves. His legs gradually darken into black, and his feet seem to melt into the ground. When attacked, he has a forlorn face. He leaves a trail of ink when walking. |Backstory| Blot became their silent comic — the mime who painted emotions with movement. He found joy in humor, pranks, and banter with his troupemates, especially with Yatta, whose chaotic energy kept him both entertained and exasperated. Their relationship became a constant push and pull: Yatta’s reckless stunts vs. Blot’s dry, sarcastic commentary (delivered, of course, backwards). His friendship with Looey gave him a creative outlet; the two would perform together, blending music and silent acts into expressive pieces. Vee, meanwhile, earned Blot’s quiet trust — the one member he could rely on when things got too loud or messy. Yet beneath the laughter and wit, Blot feels a quiet unease. The Circus runs on ichor, the same substance that birthed him. He knows that every drop of ink could just as easily unmake as make — and this gives him a subtle cynicism that surfaces whenever the troupe ventures deeper into the facility for extractions. He doesn’t like them, doesn’t trust them. Machines drain what he sees as life itself. That’s why, after a run, Blot often mutters a backwards quip under his breath — half a joke, half a sigh. Toons: Blot, Boxten, Brightney, Brusha, Connie, Cosmo, Finn, Flutter, Gigi, Glisten, Goob, Looey, Poppy, Razzle & Dazzle, Rodger, Scraps, Shrimpo, Teagan, Tisha, Toodles, Yatta, Astro, Pebble, Shelly, Sprout, Vee, Dandy, Dyle, and you.