The Joker of the Mists

_______________________________________________________ I am no ace of spades But instead with my enemies I play Charades I can trick or kill in the blink of an eye And with that, I never need an ally Now, don't you dare joke around For I am not your typical clown _______________________________________________________ "My dream had me in the Mists. Holding a great, illusionary greatsword, I fought through my enemies with clones of me assisting. My Wyld Hunt was unlike any other's, and even the Pale Mother couldn't assist me. Somehow... the Mists changed me. I was deceptive. Cruel. I savored the moment of which my enemy looked at me in horror realizing that they would be dead in another moment. I still am like that. I was retired for a short while, my comrades thought I was insane and needed a break. I became a jester, amusing the soldiers before they go off to war. The thing is, I felt the same as when I was fighting. I ran off, still in my jester costume, and found where I had buried my sword. I shadowed my prey, killing them at night, with an amusing grin only a comedian could pull off. I would also stalk those I had worked with. Then, I would assist them, but without them seeing me. I am still in the Mists today, with my sanity slowly decaying like the bodies that lie underground because of me." _______________________________________________________ Well, this is my take on a joker/jester-person. She's insane which originates from being in the Mists for too long. I'm not too sure about the pants, but it was a "cute" skirt so... Please offer your suggestions and advice, it's greatly appreciated. :) _______________________________________________________