The_Fool_

"Throw the Fool out there..."
*Thump, Fool makes face*
"Oh, he's good! Goddamn!"
(Rip George Carlin...)

*A creature that seems to be a man in a medieval jester costume walks up. The colors of its costume are orange, red, green, and blue, and it holds a scepter with the same color scheme and an image of its own head carved on the top.*

"Good evening. You have met The Fool. The Fool kan be anything, and anyone. It exists to be khaotik, and it does this job without komplaint."

*The Fool bows.*

"But "what is "The Fool" in truth?" You ask? No one knows, not even The Fool itself! Sometimes, The Fool rhymes, but only when it wants to. You see, khaos kannot be konstant, or it is not khaos, it is order, and as The Fool previously stated, it exists to BE khaotik.

"You ask why The Fool speaks of itself in third person? You should already know; Speaking of one's self in first person is a konstrukt of order, and as The Fool has previously stated twice already, it exists to be khaotik. The Fool does not know why you have not already grasped this..."

*The Fool looks at you, pity in its face, before cheering up.*

"Now, The Fool must go, for only on the first day of the forth month is The Fool free to spread khaos, exsept on spesial okkasions. The Fool will enjoy you before it goes, however...."

*The Fool waves its scepter, trapping you in a bubble, which starts to digest you. Once the process is through, the bubble pops, and the energy leeched from your digested body flows to The Fool in the shape of a rainbow.*

"Nice meeting you..." The Fool says.

((As you might've realized, the fool subsists on energy. It will almost never eat you itself, instead making things that will eat you and then feeding off the energy that thing extracted from your form through the digestion process))

"Thank you very much, Mr. Narrator, but the fool kould have answered that itself..."

((Character belongs to Damon_))