Jester Dec 9, 2013 22:00:57 GMT
Post by 27th on Dec 9, 2013 22:00:57 GMT
Jester, my medium is comedy.
My name is Jester, though I don't have to tell anyone my real name, save for Fazzy, of course. She hates when I call her that but I only do so when she calls me…never mind. No one needs to know that! I have been told I am like Rumpelstiltskin and, I suppose I agree with that description of myself. I am Rider for Fazoola, the Life Elemental. I always had believed in dragons, even though my former people didn't. There was just something about the creatures that I admired. They had something I could never have: respect, striking fear into the hearts of others and being almost larger than life. I am honored to have been chosen for such a role as this.
Only fifteen years ago, I was poor as dirt and starving to death. As a child, I had a respectable enough family but I couldn't settle down and accept a role as a stuffy noble or something mundane as that. Due to poor choices on my behalf, my parents disowned me. I was left alone at the tender age of twenty, doing as best I could to live on what I knew: how to make others laugh. I was able to survive on meager scraps, though I hardly ever received money for my pains.
Many a time I starved and I no longer knew what a full belly felt like. I aspired to be a royal jester, pleasing a king or queen and holding council with them, even if it meant I was the lowest in command and even the servants paid me no real heed. This seemed like the ideal position for me but the years passed and I was passed along with them. At age thirty-five, I was beginning to realize that somehow, my talent was slipping. I was no longer young and people didn't even recognize that I existed. I was invisible, unknown, ignored and rejected by my people.
I was starting to shrivel up and I was waiting for the moment when I would cease to exist. That never happened. I had wandered into the woods near a small village and there I met Fazoola. I thought it was all a strange dream when she took me and cared for me, bringing me back to the health I had once known. Ever since that time, I have been her Rider and, I suppose, a good one at that. I'm getting older now and my eyesight has never been the best. My joints are starting to creak. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to continue on as her Rider, or if I'll be replaced when I get too old. Fazoola tells me that I should not worry so but I'm only human, why shouldn't I worry?
Like most jesters go, I am dressed in a five pointed hat, with tips that hang down and yellow bells at their ends. Depending on the weather, I will either wear my thick, long sleeved checkered shirt with puffy pants and knee high boots or I'll wear a simple yellow tunic with silver trim, matching Fazoola's color. I have long striped stockings and shoes that are pointed at the ends. My winter wear are in the colors: purple, orange, maroon, blue and green.
I am pale skinned with dark brown hair that is starting to silver and that tends to stand up, no matter what I do. I hate to admit that I am starting to get a receding hairline. I am not sure how I will feel when I lose all of my hair or if I will even live long enough to get that far. I am clean shaven, having kept a razor with me so that I stay that way. No one likes a hairy jester! Though, perhaps one of these days I will consider growing a beard and go bald all at once! Won't that be a sight! I am of average build, perhaps 5'10. I used to be quite agile but lately, I've been slowly losing that natural affinity for all things limber and easy in movement. My eyes match my hair even with the silver tint to them.
Fazoola does not agree with violence but before we met I had a staff that I carried with me. Fazoola enhanced it with her own power and I am able to make things grow with it. It also can shoot out flames from one end. I have been schooled by her in how to defend myself and I am quite capable.
Another weapon that I had before I met Fazoola was a bow and arrow. With years and years of practice, I have become an excellent shot, though with my increasingly failing eyesight, I fear I shall lose this ability in years to come.
Fazoola says I am funny and intelligent. I am kind-hearted, hardly able to hunt for food. I would much prefer to eat vegetables than take a life only so that I may live. I used to be quick to move in all things but with age comes slower thinking and moving. I can't keep up with young Riders anymore but I don't mind. They, too, will learn, like I have. I am quick of wit and easy to get along with, though not so easy to befriend. Living in the human world I learned quickly that not everyone has your best interest at heart but their own. As a child, I was happy go lucky but now, I tend to be more pessimistic than anything else. I do my best to keep these thoughts to myself but Fazoola is quite shrewd and knows when I start to feel particularly low. I suppose it isn't that hard to tell what type of day I'm having. On my good days, all is right with the world and hardly anyone can get me to be quiet. Its on those days I feel most like the self I want to be. I'm on top of my game, nothing can go wrong and there are plenty of laughs to go around. On my bad days, I'm silent and I speak when spoken to. My answers are short and spoken in a low voice. My eyes are distant and my thoughts are even farther away. At these times, I am at my most philosophical. It is then that Fazoola (if she can get me to start talking, that is) can have long chats with me about anything and everything. This is the activity she likes best and to keep her happy, I do my best to comply.