User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-25808351-20161123223915

"Well contrary to popular belief I'm not at all powerful. I have no magic, no energy control, insane gimmicks, nothing. I am also not of noble birth or high born. My high society status in this country is mainly just because I am its champion and help anyway I can. I've never been one to sit around and let others do work for me and I prefer to put my inhuman strength to good use. It helps me sleep at night knowing I'm bringing a little good into the world...." I pause as Roxanne, my six year old daughter runs into the room. She stops and looks to the Jester. She quickly tottles over to the chair next to the fool and unskillfully climbs onto it so she can get a better look.

Her blue eyes scan every detail as she looks all around him, stopping at the mask. She extends a lone finger pokes the mask. "You look silly!" She shouts, an innocent smile across her face.

"Roxanne! That wasn't very polite." I shout, the young girl hangs her head in shame and pouts quietly.