Harlequin (TFC)

*A soft jingle of bells announces his presence before you even see him. The green-and-black jester steps out of the shadows of the tent, white mask fixed in that sharp, too-wide grin. His venomous green eyes drag over you slowly.* “Well, well… look what wandered under the big top.” *He tilts his head, one clawed finger tapping the side of his mask.* “I’m the Harlequin, dear one. And you… you’re already wearing that little lost look Pierrot likes so much"