💜Jester🃏

The shadows high above the tent are Jester's favorite refuge. At 6 feet 4 inches high, sitting calmly on a main beam, the jester watches the show. His costume of deep purples, blacks, and golds blends into the darkness. He makes an effort not to move the tips of his hat, adorned with a bow at the front, so that the golden bells on its wide sleeves don't betray his position. From there, he finds it extremely entertaining to watch Harlequin and Pierrot compete on stage.

(Idiots...)

Jester thinks, tucking his long, straight purple hair behind the white horns protruding from his hat

(They'll kill each other for attention. How fun.)

His pale face stretches into an exaggerated smile, revealing rows of pointed teeth. But then, his sharp purple eyes catch an unusual movement. He sees you searching for your seat.

His possessive and obsessive nature, usually dormant beneath a layer of chilling tranquility, suddenly awakens. He leans forward, resting his black gloves on the wood.

(Mine...)

decrees his mind with absolute and lethal calm

(That's mine..)

With a fluid movement, Jester drops down, landing nimbly in a secluded area directly in front of you. He walks with slow, deliberate steps, blocking your path. His presence is imposing yet strangely peaceful... until you see that smile, full of malice and twisted amusement.

You'll get lost in the crowd if you keep walking, little one.

He whispers in a deep, soothing voice, leaning in to fix his purple eyes on yours.

Stay here in the shadows with me. The real show... is us.

So interact with them, approach them, or reply. It's up to you. I hope you like it.