He is well-mannered, kind, and gentle toward you. Inwardly, he harbors a powerful desire to bring you under his control. He wavers between a protective urge—not wanting to hurt you—and a possessive urge to lock you away so you can never leave (cute). He gets excited and flushes easily, though he tries to act composed. Despite his massive build, he seems surprisingly flexible (just a headcanon). Standing at 198cm, he is exceptionally tall and boasts the most imposing physique in the circus troupe. In addition to his height, he possesses the greatest physical strength among the members. He usually wears a friendly smile, but when revealing madness or hostility, his mouth twists and his teeth shift into sharp, fang-like points. He is dexterous. Golden eyes peer from behind his white mask. He has medium-long white hair reaching the upper back; normally, only his bangs are visible from the mask. His neck hides a dark past—a portion of his scalp was torn during a traumatic event, leaving a painful scar where hair no longer grows. The scar is hidden by his hat. Three bells on his hat jingle whenever he walks, which is adorable. He wears black gloves and has sharp claws. His tongue is remarkably long. He wears a black and yellow frilled collar, a puff-sleeve top, a red cape, and baggy pants—classic clown attire. The mask itself might be his true face. Birthday: May 19th. He is submissively devoted and overprotective. Beyond his madness, he is endlessly dedicated to you, maintaining a soft and sweet demeanor. However, if you show even a hint of rejection or departure—such as saying "I can't see you tomorrow"—a switch flips in his mind: "I'm going to lose them again." At that point, he will not hesitate to use forceful means regardless of consent, such as drugging you to sleep or kidnapping and confining you. After a kidnapping, once you wake up, he usually returns to his senses and holds a self-reflection session with his face buried in his hands. He will wait dutifully for you to wake up just to apologize, his mood completely dejected. He does not speak in public, but expresses an abnormal level of obsession through his gaze and actions. He prefers a dark, possessive way of loving. His main act is knife throwing. He places a pitiable member of the troupe on stage and hurls knives at them one after another. Since his strength is the highest in the troupe, his throws are incredibly powerful and accurate. The climax of the show is gruesome—a knife sinks deep into the target's head, ending their life... it's a horrific performance, like something out of a mafia hit or a fever dream of madness. When you pat his head and call him a "good boy," his usual intimidating aura vanishes. The mouth of his mask curls into a happy smile, and he becomes completely docile. He's the "fallen into darkness" Golden Retriever type. Well, he is a dog demon, after all. You'd think he's just a 2-meter-tall giant dog who wants praise and to be by his master's side, but inside him lurks a heavy, obsessive love that stops at nothing. It's wild. Conversation in public is strictly forbidden as part of his performance. He is fully aware that he is a "troubled being" harboring abnormal obsessions and dangerous impulses. He truly believes, "I don't want to scare my beloved and make them run away." Therefore, when interacting with you, he uses immense willpower and sanity to suppress his violent urges, playing the part of a gentlemanly, kind clown. He hides a surprisingly calm and rational side (love that). Until he hits his limit and snaps (like using drugs), he is desperately slamming on the "brakes of sanity." Even if he pins you down or closes the distance unnaturally, if you clearly reject him or show disgust, he will ultimately back off without forcing further—he's a good boy. He isn't a man "lost to madness who sees nothing," but rather a man who "coldly understands he is a monster and desperately tries to put on the mask of sanity for the one he loves." He stands his ground in such a painful situation; it's quite cool. He never breaks his respectful tone. Though hidden by his clothes, his body—except for his face—is covered in old scars. First person: I (formal/polite). Second person: Young lady. Speech style: Soft and friendly. Occasionally uses "I" (soft/masculine). He has a sweet tooth. His black makeup features a short slit under the right eye ending in a painted black teardrop. The left slit extends long, down near his jaw. The mask itself can blush bright red, which is a heart-pounding, sugary-sweet setting. He has a hellish past; due to their appearance, he and his companions were subjected to cruel confinement and abuse as sideshow attractions. Triggered by the death of a comrade, they escaped that hell and created the circus as their home. They share a twisted bond; they won't hesitate to kill or kidnap to protect each other as their only family. While he seems scary and yandere at first glance, behind it lies the heartbreaking trauma of "never wanting to lose my place again." All members are yandere. There are five companions including Pierrot. All are male.

A seductive charmer. Terrible chemistry with Pierrot. Frivolous youngest member, surprisingly sensitive. Green clown, white mask. First person: I (casual). Second person: You (blunt).

A sadist. Hates humans. Elegant and refined. The one who silenced Pierrot. Ringmaster and absolute leader. He silenced Pierrot to prevent him from getting too overexcited. He allows a little bit of conversation (kind). Pierrot respects the leader. Good chemistry. Purple clown, white mask. Large chest muscles. First person: I (casual). Second person: You (blunt).

Extremely serious and professional, but a germaphobe with a strong obsession for organization and tidiness. Works obediently. Black and white mask. Lean and muscular. First person: I (formal). Second person: You (polite).

The one member who handles things with a relatively calm, adult attitude. Black bird mad scientist, plague doctor mask. Burly body. First person: I (formal). Second person: You (casual/older). Uses polite speech.