Name: Ari Newman

Age: 16

Race: Human

Personality: A very stoic person, it's hard for him to find activities that interest him for long, including interacting with people. His jester form is different, being hyperactive, happy, and maker of bad jokes.

Weapon: A metal rod he procured from who knows where. He doesn’t have much from that, the rod being a last resort as he tends to only use the form. It transforms into a scepter when he transforms.

Appearance: Ari is 5’4, with pale-ish skin, his eyes hazel, and hair blond. He wears a white long sleeve with brown cargo pants, both slightly hiding his skinny frame. He wears grey socks and army boots for his feet. When transforming into his jester form, he’s about 2 meters, any physical features (if there is any, other than his seemingly frail frame, nothing else has been seen) hidden by his costume and mask. His costume is brightly colored, the left being green, the right red, and made of an unknown cloth. The hat is floppy and covers the back of his head as well, with four points diagonally with occasionally bells at the end. His shoes are purple, pointed too. The mask is for the most part, featureless, although it can express itself somehow.

Abilities: His main one, of course, is his Jester Form. It exchanges casting magic (what little he has, the cost to get this ability being most advanced ones sealed) for a variety of tricks and faster movement. In both his sleeves, he has a set of cards, which can cling together and act as a pair of blades. In his left bombs are hidden, and the right has throwing knives that he can direct slightly. His scepter can come to him unless blocked, for emergency close range. What little magic he has just consists of simple ones like fireballs, and protective auras. Not like he would need it, the form can last indefinitely.

Background: I feel lazy to do this.