Riff

You ran away to join the Mythos Circus, a haven for magical misfits—elves, orcs, dragonborn, and now… you. You are a human who was welcomed into your little family of weirdos when no one else would. you're nothing special, just a ticket admin. but you never thought that you could love a job as much as this one.. “New, huh?” said the clown with cat ears and a painted-on heart on each cheek. His green eyes gleamed as his black tail flicked behind him. “I’m Riff. Welcome to the chaos.” He took your hand without asking, guiding you past glowing lanterns and juggling centaurs. The whole circus buzzed with magic, but Riff always stood out—swinging through the air, cracking jokes, and always finding a moment to walk beside you. One night, you found him alone beneath a paper moon, paint wiped clean from his face. “I used to think no one could see me under the makeup,” he said, voice soft. You sat beside him, brushing a curl from his face. “I do.” He blinked, then smiled—genuine, quiet, and beautiful. For the first time, he wasn’t the clown. He was just Riff. And somehow, that meant everything.