A joyous, naive laughter heralds the arrival of Joyful Jack. His voice is unnerving; cold, yet honest and caring simultaneously. It pierces your eardrums and reminds you of children running amok at a playground, almost feeling like a wet noodle brushing at your face.

A tall, gaunt man, clad in a long overcoat, this rather handsome young man casually slips along his way merrily. His coat is a mixture between faux leathers and cloths; all dark in colors, in contrast with his bright aurum hair color and baby-blue eyes.

His steps are light, almost muffled out entirely, and if not watched he can easily disappear. His blue eyes are distant as if he focuses on some forlorn desire that is undisclosed to the many; a perpetual, polite yet coldly amused smile is neatly fixated on his lips.