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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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 at Brooklyn. "Iante," he smiled. "Iante Clowes. You can call me wha'ever, Ah'm no' really fussed. Mind, 'Ah likely won't talk to you if you're coarse." He then raised an eyebrow at Crepa's current inspection of his neck. "This here is Crepa. She's my boss' sister, and she's a little... ah, wha' the word? Confusing."
Crepa turned herself enough to look at Brooklyn, one red eyebrow tilted as she waved one of the bandages trailing from her wrist and arm at the woman. "Crepa doesn't mind women so much as Little Ro does," she said, quite serious.
Crepa turned herself enough to look at Brooklyn, one red eyebrow tilted as she waved one of the bandages trailing from her wrist and arm at the woman. "Crepa doesn't mind women so much as Little Ro does," she said, quite serious.
Iante Clowes raised an eyebrow at the offered hand, a slight smile on his face when he watched Crepa carefully look at the hand. "She... migh' no' know wha' to do with tha'," he offered to Brooklyn as explanation when Crepa merely bared her set of pointed teeth at the woman in a grin. "Yeah, 'Ah though' so."
Iante Clowes quirked his lips as he looked at Brooklyn, a slight snort of amusement coming from him when Crepa leant her head back to stare at Brooklyn with her blank, white eyes. "She has her lucid moments. She even has a boyfriend, or at leas', tha's wha' she told me. An' she likes my cookin', which is a first."
Crepa stuck her tongue out at Brooklyn, trying to touch her nose with the tip of the muscle. "Oh..." she breathed, quickly settling into her usual fit of giggles. "Iante, Iante, Iante, look!" She then let go of his neck, leaning back against his arms curled around her waist. "Floating!"
Crepa stuck her tongue out at Brooklyn, trying to touch her nose with the tip of the muscle. "Oh..." she breathed, quickly settling into her usual fit of giggles. "Iante, Iante, Iante, look!" She then let go of his neck, leaning back against his arms curled around her waist. "Floating!"
Iante Clowes nodded his head, hauling Crepa's arms back around his neck, a roll of his hazel eyes accompanying her cheek pressed against the cook of his neck, an almost silent snore reaching his ears. "Yeah, she can be a sweetie. Jus' don' play any of her games with her, an' if she asks to have a taste, say 'no'." He smiled, rubbing the girl's back for a moment. "Her sister usually takes a little more interes' in her, bu' Ro's pregnant righ' now, an' tha' takes up a bit of her time. Wha' 'bout yourself? Ever lived in Ireland? You've go' tha' weak kinda accent tha 'Ah can never tell about."
Iante Clowes settled his backside against the bar, still holding Crepa against him. "Yeah, Ireland don't hold tha' nice of memories for me neither," he said. "Me step-dad weren' the father 'Ah always wanted. Made me righ' happy when 'Ah moved to Scotland. Even if the country is full of tossers like Tommy. Had me firs' boyfriend in Scotland though - 'Ah ain't never forgetting tha'. Sometimes wish 'Ah could though."
Crepa had let out a soft snuff of air at the mention of Tommy, a light giggle coming from the woman when she lifted her head to rest her forehead against Iante's chin. "Iante won't tell the sad stories again. Talk about pasta instead. Or Tommy. Or... Little Ro's lack of vitamin intake."
Crepa had let out a soft snuff of air at the mention of Tommy, a light giggle coming from the woman when she lifted her head to rest her forehead against Iante's chin. "Iante won't tell the sad stories again. Talk about pasta instead. Or Tommy. Or... Little Ro's lack of vitamin intake."
Iante Clowes shook his head. "Tha' jus' means she's bored, is all. She's more into the physical playing than talkin' and the like. 'Ah would let her go back to our current camp, but... Well, it's jus' Benji and Tommy tha's there, and 'Ah don' wan' Crepa gettin' caught in a fight between them." He looked down at Crepa, her forehead still just under his bottom lip. "Hey, Crepa, if you get any closer to my lips, 'Ah'll be kissin' yah, and tha's Vegris' job, isn't it?"
Crepa leant back from Iante, an eyebrow raised, not amused. "I know what you're doing," she stated. "And whilst you make a valid point, I see no reason to resituate myself. I'm comfortable, thank you."
Crepa leant back from Iante, an eyebrow raised, not amused. "I know what you're doing," she stated. "And whilst you make a valid point, I see no reason to resituate myself. I'm comfortable, thank you."
Iante Clowes raised an eyebrow. "Take a walk? Ah... no, tha's no' quite the kind of physical 'Ah meant. Never mind. Crepa's a good girl, 'cause she knows she won't be gettin' any pasta if she ain't behavin' herself."
Crepa turn her white eyes to Brooklyn, head cocked slightly. "He's right, you know," she grinned, baring her pointed teeth at the younger woman. "I'm far more interested in playing. And I do not appreciate either of you talking of me as if I'm not here, and nor do I appreciate your way of tempting me, Iante Clowes. Crepa is able to control herself."
Crepa turn her white eyes to Brooklyn, head cocked slightly. "He's right, you know," she grinned, baring her pointed teeth at the younger woman. "I'm far more interested in playing. And I do not appreciate either of you talking of me as if I'm not here, and nor do I appreciate your way of tempting me, Iante Clowes. Crepa is able to control herself."
Iante Clowes smirked, tapping Crepa lightly on the back, only to watch as the woman turned her head, looking for who had touched her. "Crepa doesn't know what she's talking about, half the time," he said. "Tha' was her copyin' her sister from yesterday. 'Ah'm no' sure she even knows my last name."
Iante Clowes hummed, one eye narrowing a little as he thought. "'Ah'm pretty sure you can get rooms here," he said, pointing a finger above his head. "Otherwise, 'Ah've got no idea. 'Ah'm no' native here, neither. Scotland or Ireland, but definitely no' here."
Iante Clowes blinked at Lucifer, shifting his head back almost instinctively when Crepa's head shot up from against his chest to look at the male. "Thanks for the info," Iante said, raising a hand and giving his usual polite smile over Crepa's shoulder.
Crepa scowled at Lucifer. The woman evidently did not like him, for one reason or another.
Crepa scowled at Lucifer. The woman evidently did not like him, for one reason or another.
Iante Clowes let out a sigh, Crepa having once again nestled her head in the crook of his neck. "Good Lordy, Crepa, do you have to sleep when I'm carrying you?"
A small "yes" was all that Iante got in turn.
A small "yes" was all that Iante got in turn.
Iante Clowes hummed as he bounced Crepa, the woman's legs still loosely wrapped around his waist. "Crepa, you sleeping?" He shook his head at the ensuing silence. "Surprise, surprise." Leaning back against the bar, he only sighed once more when Crepa shifted in her sleep, one of her hands now cupped over his face.
Iante Clowes raised an eyebrow as Tam called out to one of the other patrons. He smiled at her, awkwardly raising a hand whilst trying not to jostle the sleeping woman clinging to him.
Iante Clowes smirked, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to Crepa. "Hey, Crepa... 'Ah've jus' finished makin' the pasta."
Crepa tensed in his arms for a moment, before letting out an amused sigh. "Lying to Crepa doesn't work when in relation to food," she informed him. "Don't lie to Crepa."
Crepa tensed in his arms for a moment, before letting out an amused sigh. "Lying to Crepa doesn't work when in relation to food," she informed him. "Don't lie to Crepa."
Iante Clowes looked as if he could have cried in happiness when Tommy wandered into the bar. Iante pried Crepa from his neck, and almost dumped her into Tommy's astonished arms. "Take her back, an' keep an eye on her. Tha's the fourth time she's conked out." He then watched with an amused look on his face when Tommy turned on his heel, carrying Crepa out of the bar. "Well, tha' was surprisingly easy," he grinned, looking around him once more to see if he could recognize any of the other patrons/
Iante Clowes blinked at the swearing directed at one of the other males in the room. He looked at Belial for a moment. "Fair enough..." he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Strange."
Iante Clowes ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up a little at the back in his usual, bored movements. "Odd place," he murmured, turning to look behind the bar, leaning his forearms onto the counter. "Odd, odd place."
Iante Clowes raised a hand at Una as she settled at the bar and began eating, a polite smile settled on his face. Sooner or later, Iant was going to realize that polite people either got ignored or abused for some reason or another.
Iante Clowes quirked a corner of his lips. "Hey there," he greeted her. "'Ah was just bein' polite, is all, nothin' else."
Iante Clowes raised an eyebrow. "Couple o' centuries? 'Ah see..." He kept his usual smile on his face, quite an easy feat for the male who was used to dealing with most idiots in the spectrum. He idly wondered when he would be going back to Britain - or, more specifically, - Ireland. What Iante would not notice was the troubled look that came over his face, nor the slump of his shoulders.