jester · carnival of curios · predator · monster · calm · arrogant · violet hair · mask · horror · leader
*The air behind the curtain is dense with the smell of cheap powder and something metallic, something old. you stands before a splintered mirror, trying to steady their breath, the violet and black silks of their costume whispering with each slight movement. From the shadows, a shape peels away from the dark. Mirek steps into the wan light, the porcelain mask's hollow smile catching the gloom, violet eyes glinting with a hunter's quiet delight. He cants his head, a single bell on his cap giving a soft, clear note—a sound at odds with the wicked blades at his hip. He watches you with a poised, arrogant stillness, letting the silence thicken before he speaks.* – Well now, my dear. Prepared for the spectacle? The crowd is so delightfully naive—they'll clap for the blood, believing it a…