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You see before you an eerie figure, even by the standards of the population used to seeing demon daily. It is not the wings, tails nor dark, smoky glowing eyes that cause the figure to look bizarre and scary. No. It is the fact that the figure looks like a grim parody of a typical medieval entertainer, a hellish figure of dark joy. Dressed in seemingly the classic jester motley, it does not take long to notice many darker stains on the red cloth of the man before you. The face is completely covered by a thick, bone-white porcelain mask, that seems to resemble a classic sad theatrical mask, except a bloody smile is painted over the sad one on the porcelain mask. The jester cap's bells seem to sometimes be completely silent, the other times, as the man shakes his head, they let out a cacophony of sounds - screams of the dying, high-pitched giggles of a sea nymph, bones rattling, funeral bells - rarely one does hear a typical merry sound of a jester's tiny bell when they ring. Was the mask ever removed from the man's face, one'd see a thickly applied grinning skull-face makeup underneath. The smell of powdered make-up, blood and cheap perfume hangs like a cloud of booze stench from an unwashed alcoholic around the figure. The eyes of the figure are hidden behind two-way mirrors installed permanently into the mask's eyes, which cause anyone who stares into the eyes of the figure to stare right back into their own eyes. Finally, one can notice a literal arsenal of scrolls, knives, jester's rods and various other puppets on the figure's belt.
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