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Alex Big Clappy, of St. Louis, Born June 24th, 1909. A mischievous although religious calico man whom is curious and with a kind, albeit destructive personality. Due to an awkward and negative experience in non-family relationships, this gives him a rather lonely life, due to his inability to understand people well. But he doesn’t mind this innate, neurological restriction, and treats it like a gift. He enjoys his time being spent on his own, but does sometimes wish for a greater connection one day.
He has attained various odd knickknacks and items across his short time on our marvelous world, of which he’s spent long times mesmerized in, whether it be between the wonders, the experiences or the secrets, he’s found himself most fond and intrigued of everything he’s yet to discover. These various adventures are what brung him his multitudes worth of these unique trinkets. But one, very special one, is his most secretive. A 2 foot wide, scrap—shop gun created without a purpose or speciality, one he has found in opening inside to fix what was unseen in such an incredible yet perplexing invention.
His last name, the source of which comes far across the globe, in a quaint, unknown isle deep in the South Pacific. Upon an expedition to the region, they were found, of which one, had found themselves entranced in a love with another, and it was felt by the other, in a deep, and explicit, love. Soon, this ancestral line had spread, soon ending with Alex being the one to inherit this now long forgotten lineage from his father, and a infamously cocky mustache, spread from ear to ear, along with much more, carrying deep within his blood.
Today, Alex Big Clappy stands as a happy, goody-two shoes among the crowd of St. Louis. He is nothing too special, but he unknowingly exists in a portion of inexplicable worth and history, one underground, between the two yielding rivals of St. Louis: the Lackadaisy, and the Marigold, whom of which, appear to him invisible, unless his curiosity gets to him, at least. But Alex, as he appears: is no more than a average man, in a great big world, teeming with danger, adventure, and power, and if he plays his way in, he’ll get to be the end of one of those games.
Who, or what, will Alex be? What will the world bring up for our lovely character? What will become of our one and only… Sillyfuck?