In Clown's short past life, sickness was always in the forecast for him. Ever since he was a baby, he's had health problems that plagued him. Heart issues, breathing issues, problems walking, you name it he's probably had it at some point. It seemed like every waking day of his life he was in a hospital bed, he did have good days, however they were far and few in between.

One month of his life had begun getting particularly bad, the month of August specifically. He had gone to school for once, feeling pretty normal until he suddenly collapsed from a seizure onto the hard floor. He was rushed to the hospital that day, unknowingly never being able to return to school again. For weeks he would lay in bed, his condition becoming more severe by every passing day. During his stay, people would bring him balloons and flowers to lift his spirits which they often did. It seemed like every day one or two new balloons were added to the already huge bundle.

One rough night, he'd have a particularly long seizure that would end up putting him into a coma. The last thing he remembered seeing were the bright colors of balloons surrounding him before he eventually would lose conciousness.

After a month of him staying asleep, his parents made the heartbreaking decision to turn his life machine off. That morning, Clown would pass over into his next life at the young age of eight years old.

Currently in his new life, clown hosts the best parties he can for every occasion under the sun. New pet? Party! A birthday? Party! No matter what it was, he always found a way to bring joy into his loved one's lives.
Due to the trauma of his last life, he had blocked out most of what had happened. All he could remember was being surrounded by colorful balloons in an otherwise boring room. This foggy memory would go on to inspire what he would do for the rest of his life. His life's goal was to simply bring joy in drab times, and from his friend's reactions, he was succeeding with flying colors