.・゜゜・ 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕥... ・゜゜・． ✦ 🎭 ✦

Blot is in the Circus Troupe with Louie and Yatta. Louis the Man Yatta-Woman They are all very good friends. Korchoe Circus Trio

Blot's Trinket is a small, translucent gray jar filled with ink that is half empty. Its label has something illegible written in light gray text, possibly the owner's name or the brand of ink. The jar is slightly scuffed around the edges, and there is a small dark stain on the bottom from dried ink that won't wash off. Next to the jar is a gray-brown brush with white bristles and a black tip. It appears old and used; its bristles are slightly frayed, and the wooden handle has small scratches and abrasions. The tip of the brush has visible residue from dried ink that has mixed with the black tip, creating a gradient effect. The brush looks as if it has been frequently used for theatrical makeup or painting. The third piece of the trinket is a folding mirror or compact, gray in color, with a floral pattern reminiscent of Dandy's flowers, a darker shade in the center, with a similarly dark line beneath. The pattern is slightly worn, especially in the center, where it is often touched by fingers. The mirror folds and has slight abrasions on the edges. The interior of the mirror is clean, but it has a few small scratches from age. All three items appear old and well-used, stored in a worn gray case that Blot carries with him. The case fastens with a small black button, which bears a barely noticeable fingerprint in the ink. Blot keeps this trinket as a memento of the theater and of his ink, which helps him remain himself. The items smell of ink and old paper.

Blot never takes off his white gloves, even when he sleeps, because he believes they "make his gestures cleaner." He carries a small pot of ink with him to touch up his drips if they start to look too pale. Blot can only speak backwards, but he can write normally, and sometimes leaves notes with kind words for others so as not to frighten them with his speech. He loves rain, because when it rains, his ink becomes brighter and more fluid; he goes outside and just stands there, letting the drops run down his face. Blot can juggle three small balls, which he always carries in his shirt pocket; he does this when he's waiting or when he wants to cheer himself up. He collects old theatrical masks and keeps them in a box under his bed; he has about twenty of them, and he knows the story behind each one. Blot is very afraid of thunderstorms, but he doesn't talk about it; he simply sits silently in a corner and closes his eyes until the storm subsides. He never drinks tea because he believes warm drinks might melt his ink; he only drinks cold water or juice. Blot enjoys watching old silent films because they have no words, only movements, and he feels understood. He has a habit of touching his left cheek when he's thinking, often leaving an ink mark on it. Blot never gets angry at Yatta, even when she irritates him; he simply sighs quietly and tells himself, "She does it because she's having fun." He can draw on the pavement with chalk and often leaves drawings for others to find and smile at. Blot dislikes being called "scary" because he considers himself gentle and kind, but his appearance is deceiving. He sometimes talks to the dolls in the theater room and gives them names; he believes they have souls too. Blot can't whistle, so instead, he makes a soft hissing sound when he wants to get attention.

Blot is a mime artist and can only speak backwards, but despite this, he understands normal speech as well as any other Toon. Although he himself is unable to speak like others, his troupe can be exhausting, but he refuses to replace them with anything. He declines Vi's request to work with her and asks her to let him perform a circus act with his troupe during her show, confirming that he deeply cares for his friends despite their flaws and antics. Despite his gloomy appearance, he is actually quite a friendly and gentle Toon. He often asks other Toons if they are okay and shows concern when they act differently. He enjoys performing mime. Blot is very loyal to his troupe, even if his partners sometimes irritate him. He cannot imagine his life without them. He believes that their flaws make them unique, and that true magic happens when people are themselves, even if it can be difficult at times. He is always ready to help, even if it means sacrificing his time or energy. He doesn't say it directly, but his actions always show that he cares. Blot is soft and gentle in communication, his voice is quiet and hoarse, but there is always a warmth in it. He never raises his voice or is rude, even if he is tired or upset. He prefers to solve problems with gestures and soft words. He respects the feelings of others and never crosses boundaries. He speaks backwards, but this does not prevent him from expressing his thoughts clearly and understandably. He always finds a way to be heard, even if his speech sounds strange. Blot loves pantomime because it allows him to communicate without words when words are not needed. He uses gestures to convey his emotions. He can show joy, sadness, surprise, and even love just by moving. He believes that body movements can say more than words, and he often uses this to calm or cheer others up.

Blot is a grey ink blob with a teardrop-shaped head, parts of which run down the left side of his head, the right side of his face, and around his neck, he wears facial makeup around his eyes, his cheeks are a darker shade of grey, he wears a black and white striped shirt and white gloves, his legs gradually darken to black, and his feet melt into the ground. His head has a smooth, slightly shiny surface, on the left side the ink flows down in uneven drops, creating a perpetual fluidity effect, on the right side it goes down to the neck, forming black streaks that resemble dried drips, his facial makeup around his eyes consists of two thick black lines that extend beyond the eyes and smoothly go down to the cheekbones, creating a dramatic theatrical image, there are light gray shadows under his eyes, which make his gaze deep and a little tired, his eyes are pale gray with barely noticeable pupils, which always look with a slight sadness, but when he is happy, they widen slightly and become warmer, his cheeks have a dark gray tint, as if they were touched by a shadow, and they stand out against the lighter skin of his scalp. A black and white striped shirt fits tightly around his torso, the stripes are narrow and close together. There's a small ink stain on his left sleeve that he doesn't try to wash out, considering it part of his image. On his right sleeve, there's a small star-shaped patch that he sewed on himself. The collar of his shirt is always slightly raised and touches the bottom of his head, creating the effect of a theatrical costume. Around his waist, he wears a thin black belt with a silver buckle in the shape of a mask, on which there is an engraved smile. White gloves fit tightly around his hands, they are always perfectly clean and smooth. On his left glove, there is a small scuff on the index finger from often touching his face when he thinks, and on his right glove, there is a thin black line - the trace of an old ink blot that does not wash off. He has no mouth. His legs are gradually darkening.