Full Name: Iante Clowes
Nickname(s): Natty, Iant'
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 29 February
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 169 lbs
Body Type: Linear
Hair: Ear length, blonde
Eye Colour: Hazel
Complexion: Pale Caucasian
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Iante Clowes
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Wing City
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Cloasse
Description
Medical Personnel: Iante Clowes
Full Name: Iante Clowes
Nickname(s): Natty, Iant'
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 29 February
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 169 lbs
Body Type: Linear
Hair: Ear length, blonde
Eye Colour: Hazel
Complexion: Pale Caucasian
Full Name: Iante Clowes
Nickname(s): Natty, Iant'
Age: 26
Date of Birth: 29 February
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 169 lbs
Body Type: Linear
Hair: Ear length, blonde
Eye Colour: Hazel
Complexion: Pale Caucasian
Personality
Iante is generally easy-going, and is kind to most he meets, although he does have his odd moments when he gets a little out of temper. As well as being the second-youngest male in the SIB, Iante is also the only outwardly homosexual bloke. However, the others in the group don't act differently around Iante and he himself could care less as to those who think his preferred sexuality is disgusting or ugly.
Equipment
Despite primarily being a junior autopsy technician, Iante also has the training required to be a medic on the field when necessary -- this means that Iante does in fact carry a semi-automatic pistol when he is out of the autopsy lab.
Iante typically wears scrubs when he is in the autopsy lab, and usually pulls on standard SIB gear when he is going out onto the field (this gear is usually a pair of black trousers and a black jacket with the letters SIB on the back and sleeve over his scrubs). Outside of work, Iante is as open to fashion as anyone else is and does tend to follow the odd trend if he feels it suits him.
Iante may also carry an acoustic guitar. It has a black matte finish, and has "Iante" in gold cursive written just under the reverb. Before actually joining the SIB, Iante was predominantly musical, and enjoys playing his guitar as a relaxing hobby.
So begins...
Iante Clowes's Story
Iante Clowes nodded his head. "It's no', as Tom suggests, an Irish thing," he grinned. "Jus' 'cause the Scottish bastard touches mos' things he sees. Actually, 'Ah better no' say tha'. Ro migh' be around here and murder me for saying bastard."
Iante Clowes smiled, shaking his head. "It's more the word in relation to Tom," he said. "Ro's go' a soft spot for him. Sort of. In her own special way." He shrugged his shoulders, grinning - well, his lips were quirked and showing the slightest hint of white teeth. "Never mind me and my quirks, or my comrades for tha' matter."
Iante Clowes rubbed a finger over his nose again as Mi made his departure, before shaking his head and picking up his guitar by the fret board, toting it into his lap. "Never mind, then," he said, tugging the strap over his head to rest on his shoulder.
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(( Kil, d'you think it'd be funny if Iant had a crush on Saarai's Irish character, Kazen? ))
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Iante Clowes happily began his simple tablature playing on his guitar, a slight smile on his face before he began his quiet, under-breath singing. "'Ah heard there was a secret chord, tha' David played, an' it pleased the Lord, but you don' really care for music... do yah?"
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(( BRB Pa's turning off internet ))
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Iante Clowes paused in his random playing, twitching one of the tuners. He barely glanced up at Vespillo - theatrics weren't his forte, and interacting with people who were so was even harder than understanding why they needed to do so for the Irishman. "Ah've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah..." he sang, so under his breath that it was barely audible.
Iante Clowes hummed to himself as he continued the rest of his pizzicato playing. He would have, at least, if someone hadn't draped their arms over his neck, a familiar laughter playing in his ears. "Hey, Ro, if you've no' taken your vitamins, 'Ah ain' makin' you no more pretzels."
Romanae only laughed again at the implied threat, prodding Iante's head lightly. "Yeah, whatever, you blondie." She shook her head, tapping a finger on his guitar. "This think permanently stuck to you now? I've not seen you without it for quite a while."
Romanae only laughed again at the implied threat, prodding Iante's head lightly. "Yeah, whatever, you blondie." She shook her head, tapping a finger on his guitar. "This think permanently stuck to you now? I've not seen you without it for quite a while."
Iante Clowes rolled his eyes, once again leaning his guitar back against the bar after pulling the strap over his head. "O'right, then, Ro. Now, seriously, are you gonna take your vitamins, or is Crepa gonna have to tell me when you fall asleep so 'Ah can force-feed them to you again?"
Romanae smirked, folding her arms over her chest. "I actually already had them! All of them, too, not just the ones that are tasty." She nodded her head, lowering her hands to rest them over her swollen stomach. "Baby Girl says thank you."
Romanae smirked, folding her arms over her chest. "I actually already had them! All of them, too, not just the ones that are tasty." She nodded her head, lowering her hands to rest them over her swollen stomach. "Baby Girl says thank you."
Iante Clowes didn't look entirely convinced by the pregnant woman's statement. "Y'expect me to believe tha' when you spen' twenty minutes tryin' ta' convince Tom tha' you weren' stealin' his clothes, and you were wearing one of his t-shirts? 'Ah don' think so. You're taking some when we ge' back." His eyes trailed off of Romanae for a moment, instead looking over at Kazen, head cocked curiously to the side.
Romanae shook her head, covering her mouth with a hand. "I ain't taking no more, Iante Clowes. And Tommy is just fun to annoy, you know that as well as I do, even if your prim, proper ways mean you can't have any fun! Besides - what the hell are you staring at?"
Romanae shook her head, covering her mouth with a hand. "I ain't taking no more, Iante Clowes. And Tommy is just fun to annoy, you know that as well as I do, even if your prim, proper ways mean you can't have any fun! Besides - what the hell are you staring at?"
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(( I'll be disappearing on and off, guys. Our phone line isn't working and Pa's trying 'ta fix it. ))
”
Iante Clowes remained oddly silent, still just looking at Kazen, one hand tugging at Romanae's fingers.
Romanae smiled at Kazen. "Heya! You're the Irish one, and I could care less as to your name. And I am wearing stuff Kro bought for me." She pointed at the green and white patterned maternity shirt and the black trousers. "See? Oh, and that's Iante."
Romanae smiled at Kazen. "Heya! You're the Irish one, and I could care less as to your name. And I am wearing stuff Kro bought for me." She pointed at the green and white patterned maternity shirt and the black trousers. "See? Oh, and that's Iante."
Iante Clowes nodded his head. "You could say tha' again," he murmured with a slight quirk of his lips.
Romanae grinned, shaking her head. "Little blond Irish boys, I'm telling you. All clueless."
Romanae grinned, shaking her head. "Little blond Irish boys, I'm telling you. All clueless."
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(( Sorry, back XD ))
”
Iante Clowes walked into the bar, toting what appeared to be a cowering woman on his back. It was, in fact, Crepa, her head buried against his blond-covered head, and her arms wrapped around his neck, almost to the point of cutting off circulation. A steady stream of "Crepa doesn't like bees, Crepa doesn't like bees," came from the woman riding piggy-back on Iante.
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(( Okay, Mean-Nice BT Man fixed the phone but neglected to inform us that he turned off the internet. ))
”
Iante Clowes walked into the bar, toting what appeared to be a cowering woman on his back. It was, in fact, Crepa, her head buried against Iante's blond hair with her arms wrapped around his neck, almost to the point of cutting off his circulation. A steady stream of "Crepa doesn't like bees. Crepa doesn't like bees," came from the woman currently riding piggy-back on Iante.
Iante Clowes , after eventually convincing the child-like woman to let go of his neck, sat Crepa on the bar, taking her hands in his. "Listen to me, okay? It was jus' a bee. An' 'Ah scared it off, remember? It's gone."
Crepa pouted, but nodded her head anyway. "Okay." She still ran a hand through a certain part of her hair, frowning as if expecting to find the 'terrifying' insect still tangled in her tresses.
Crepa pouted, but nodded her head anyway. "Okay." She still ran a hand through a certain part of her hair, frowning as if expecting to find the 'terrifying' insect still tangled in her tresses.
Iante Clowes sighed, shaking his head with an amused quirk of his lips. "If you perk up a bit, Ah'll make you more pasta t'night. How's tha' sound?" He flashed a polite smile at Brooklyn as she moved, but the gesture was quickly cut off when Crepa practically jumped the poor man.
Crepa hugged Iante to her, smiling and giggling to herself. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Iante!" She barely blinked at Brooklyn, having not noticed, and resumed her petting of Iante's head. "Thank you!"
Crepa hugged Iante to her, smiling and giggling to herself. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Iante!" She barely blinked at Brooklyn, having not noticed, and resumed her petting of Iante's head. "Thank you!"
Iante Clowes grinned at Brooklyn over Crepa's shoulder, a clump of her hair settled over his eyes. He shifted the woman so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and he could hold her properly. "There you go," he murmured to her. "Ain't tha' better? Pasta and no bees? There's a good girl."
Crepa smiled, resting her head on Iante's shoulder, and she happily ignored Brooklyn. She was far too interested in playing with Iante's blond hair, her childish mind occupied by the task.
Crepa smiled, resting her head on Iante's shoulder, and she happily ignored Brooklyn. She was far too interested in playing with Iante's blond hair, her childish mind occupied by the task.