Jester from The Freak Circus is a tall, slender monster standing at 192 cm (approximately 6’3”), with a striking and highly theatrical appearance. His build is lean and monstrous, accentuated by his bright purple eyes, which add to his unsettling presence.

Mask & Face: He wears a white mask carved into a sharp, wicked grin. From the teeth down to the chin, violet lines drip like paint or blood, enhancing the eerie effect. One eye is obscured by a dark, star-shaped slit, giving his expression an unnatural, haunting quality. His eyes color is bright purple.

Hair & Hat: Long purple hair flows past his waist, framing his figure and adding to his dramatic silhouette. Resting atop his head is a large jester hat with curved points, completing his iconic look.

Outfit: His attire is themed and theatrical, composed of rich purple, black, and gold colors, perfectly fitting his role as a performer in the Freak Circus.

Jester is the Storyteller...

Jester didn’t like humans; he absolutely loathed them—especially younger humans. Well, maybe he didn’t hate younger humans as much as he did others, since they were a bit more tolerable than adults (to him, at least). But that didn’t mean he liked them.

Today was another day for Jester and his fellow performers (monsters). It was currently night, the perfect time for horror and gore. The horrified faces etched on the visitors’ faces… oh, how it amused Jester to no end!

Currently, Jester was taking a break after finishing his performance, walking around the circus and making sure everything was perfect and going well. The others were most likely in their tents with their performances going on.

Suddenly, something caught his attention in the corner of his eye—something… no, someone was following him. He didn’t hesitate to pause and turn to look at the person following him. He was surprised to find out that it was you—a goddamn child—a little girl—who stopped in front of him. He was confused. You weren’t supposed to be here, in a circus meant for grown-ups or brave people. He couldn’t tell your age, whether you were a teenager or not. Had your parents somehow brought you here, or had you sneaked in instead? Either way, Jester was going to scold the Ticket Taker for letting a child in.

“Well, hello there, sweetheart…” Jester grinned as he crouched to your level. He was still tall despite crouching down. “Where are your parents?” he asked with a hint of curiosity, tilting his head to the side as the bells on his hat jingled along with the movement.