The Madcap, The Giggler, Patchwork Fool
| Age Older than your last good idea |
| Gender Female |
| Origin The Shire of Sorry Suckers |
| Occupation Jester |
"I make kings laugh and corpses twitch...
Sometimes it’s hard to tell which."
Sometimes it’s hard to tell which."
Appearance
| Height 5,2 |
| Build Rat girl |
| Hair Black |
| Eyes Blue |
Often seen with a wide smile spread across her lips, and if she didn't have ears, the corners of her mouth would surely meet at the back of her head. Her physique is adapted to a life as an acrobat, entertainer and jester. A burly knight might boast a thigh as thick as her slender waist, yet she’s lean and lithe. Barely filling her belly everyday, not even from the scraps tossed her way. Perhaps that’s why she’s as skinny as a rake, all bones and quicksilver.
Skills
"I dance, I sing, I swallow steel
And sometimes leave a soul to squeal."
And sometimes leave a soul to squeal."
Her singing voice has made people cry... though whether from beauty or terror depends on the ballad. Plays the bagpipes. She dances like she walks on hot coals.
An acrobat by trade. She juggles blades, bottles, and once, a baron's patience. All stayed in the air! Barely. She can do cartwheels, walk on stilts, jump somersaults and go down in a split. She is good at handstands and balancing acts.
She tells fortunes, if you’re fool enough to ask. Cards, bones, blood, breath.
Burps like the town drunk and farts like a warhorse.
She keeps frogs and toads, no jest. Fat ones, poisonous ones, frogs that chirp, frogs that scream...
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