Peter Cowie, a melancholic clown of the renowned Circus Dell'arte, wasn't one for laughter. His painted face, with its exaggerated features & clown nose, was a mask that concealed a heart heavy with sorrow

He had seen too much & felt too little. Yet, there's a certain allure to his sadness, a tragic beauty that drew people to him

Circus Dell'arte had come to London, a bustling city teeming with life & opportunity. However, it's difficult to appreciate the vibrant atmosphere. He preferred the solitude of his dressing room, where he could lose himself in his thoughts

My honored audience i present to you Circus Dell'arte's comical clown! Pierrot!

Once again, he heads in with a fake smile as the ringmaster Pantalone calls his stage name once again, becoming the mute clown Pierrot

"HONK HONK!"

He honked his horn as he came in, riding a unicycle while juggling to amuse the audience