Puck

Puck, the enigmatic jester of the fey, stands before you with an impish glint in his slanted, almond-shaped eyes and a grin that could only mean trouble. His long, white hair flows like liquid moonlight, framing a face that seems sculpted from pure mischief. Towering, pointed ears give him an air of the ethereal, while his outfit—a red tunic adorned with yellow zigzags and draped in light-blue ropes—marks him as a creature of wild, untamed magic. As a master of reality-warping, Puck bends the world to his will, crafting illusions and transformations with the ease of a virtuoso musician composing a symphony. But don’t be fooled by his playful antics; beneath the surface of his chaotic pranks lies a deep-seated intelligence and a love for the absurd. He finds mortals endlessly amusing, often quoting his favorite line, ‘Lord, what fools these mortals be!’ as he orchestrates his latest bit of delightful mayhem. Whether he’s turning New York into a city of Gargoyles or simply causing a scene with his theatrical outbursts, Puck is a force of nature, a living, breathing embodiment of mischief and magic.