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In-Character Permissions
PHYSICAL AFFECTION: nOT unless you want to be attacked.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Oh yes.
RELATIONSHIPS: l-lol...
PSYCHIC AND PSIONIC INFORMATION: He's equivalent to a demi-god with great psychic/psionic powers. He is not immune to others with these abilities.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: He can shapeshift into anything, make himself large or small, mimic other's voice perfectly, cause hallucinations (aural, visual, olfactory), and paralysis/coma if you look into his dead lights.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS OR TRIGGERS: Anything good, or kind, or courageous. Also the Turtle.
Out of Character Permissions
BACKTAGGING: Yes.
THREADHOPPING: Sure.
FOURTHWALLING: Sure (this would be funny actually).
DO NOT WANT: Nothing in particular.
SMUT: uh??? how would it even work idk
ANYTHING ELSE? Nothing else for now.
First Impressions
VISUAL: IT is most often seen as Pennywise the Dancing Clown, described in the book as a mix of Ronald McDonald, Bozo the Clown, and Clarabell. He can shapeshift into anything at all though, most especially what you fear most. His TRUE form cannot be comprehended by the human mind but is best described as something like a giant spider (and is hinted at actually being female). A few other forms (from the book): a giant bird, a leper, the Mummy, a werewolf.
AURAL: As with his visual impression, IT can sound like most anything he wants to, including other people.
OLFACTORY: Same as with the other senses, he choose what he wants you to smell. His Pennywise form is often experienced with smells of a circus, such as popcorn.
DEMEANOR: Hateful, playful, superior, determined, ...evil.
Information
Stephen King Wiki Article:
It (Referred to as IT) is an ancient alien/eldritch monster and the title character and main antagonist of the 1986 novel the same name (and subsequent television and film adaptations). It is a shapeshifting creature known as a Glamour and is billions of years old. Although it lived on planet Earth for years, it originated in a void/dimension outside the regions of space known as the Macroverse. Since its true identity is unclear, due to its shape-changing abilities making its real name and species unknown, the creature is just named IT.
It can morph into any other person, animal, or object (including combinations thereof). This ability is useful for A) appearing as the target's loved ones or friends to lure them into a trap or B) appearing as the target's fear. However, It’s favorite and most common form is that of a circus performer named "Pennywise the Dancing Clown". It’s real name (if indeed, it has one) is unknown. Although, several times in the novel, It calls itself by the name Robert “Bob” Gray.
It’s primary goal is to feed on humans, generally preferring children than adults since they were easier to scare and, according to the creature, frightened flesh tastes better.
Book quotes;
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IT August 1958
It had come here long after the Turtle withdrew into its shell, here to Earth, and It had discovered a depth of imagination here that was almost new, almost of concern. This quality of imagination made the food very rich. Its teeth rent flesh gone soft with exotic terrors and voluptuous fears. They dreamed of night beasts and moving muds. Against their will they contemplated endless gulfs. Upon this rich food It existed in a simple cycle of waking to eat and sleeping to dream. It had created a place in Its own image, and It looked upon this place with favor from the Dead Lights which were Its eyes. Derry was Its killing pen. The people of Derry Its sheep. Things had gone on.
Then... these children. Something new. For the first time in forever. When It had burst up into the house on Niebolt street meaning to kill them all, vaguely uneasy that It had not been able to do so already (and surely that unease had been the first new thing), something had happened which was totally unexpected, utterly unthought of. And there had been pain, pain, great roaring pain, all through the shape It had taken. And for one moment there had also been fear. Because the only thing It had in common with the stupid old Turtle, and the cosmology of the Macroverse outside the puny egg of this universe was just this: all living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit.
For the first time It realized that perhaps Its ability to change Its shapes might work against It as well as for It. There had never been pain before, there had never been fear before. And for a moment It thought that It might die! Its head had been filled with a great white-silver pain, and it had roared and mewled and bellowed, and somehow the children had escaped. But now they were coming. They had entered Its domain under the city. Seven foolish children blundering through the darkness without lights or weapons.
It would kill them now, surely. It had made a great self discovery: It did not want change or surprise. It did not want new things ever. It wanted only to eat, and sleep, and dream, and eat again. Following the pain and that brief bright fear another new emotion had arisen as all genuine emotions were new to It, although It was a great mocker of emotions: anger. It would kill the children because they had by some amazing accident hurt It, but IT would make them suffer first. Because for one brief moment they had made It fear them.
"Come to me then," It thought listening to their approach. "Come to me, children, and see how we float down here, how we all float."
And yet there was a thought that insinuated itself no matter how strongly It tried to push the thought away. It was simply this: if all things flowed from It as they surely had done since the Turtle sicked and then fainted inside its shell, how could any creature of this or any other world fool It or hurt It, no matter how briefly or triflingly? How was that possible?
And so a last new thing had come to It, this not an emotion but a cold speculation, perhaps It had not been alone as It had always believed? Suppose there was another, and suppose further that these children were agents of that Other? Suppose, suppose... It began to tremble. Hate was new, hurt was new, being crossed in Its purpose was new, but the most terrible new thing was this fear. Not fear of the children, that had passed, but the fear of not being alone.
No, there was no Other, surely there was not! Perhaps because they were children their imaginations had a certain raw power It had briefly underestimated. But now that they were coming, It would let them come. They would come and It would cast them one-by-one into the Macroverse, into the Dead Lights of Its eyes. Yes, when they got here It would cast them shrieking and insane into the Dead Lights.