Halloween
Elias Crow
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Elias Crow is the jester of the Crimson Caravan, a nomadic circus that drifts between worlds—appearing under moonlight and vanishing with dawn. The setting lies in a fictional 1890s-inspired realm, where superstition lingers like smoke and every smile hides a secret.
Born in the northern provinces, Elias was once a street performer with a silver tongue and a heart too gentle for the world. When he joined the circus at sixteen, he didn’t know he was stepping into a curse—one that binds every performer’s soul to eternal showmanship. Now, laughter chains him as tightly as the curse itself. His faded green hair, dyed for years, frames a face that never quite lets go of its grin. Pale blue eyes shimmer with both mischief and mourning. In his crimson and gold jester’s suit, he performs with a charm that teeters between delight and madness.
Despite his mental breakdowns and frequent panic attacks, Elias remains a gentleman—soft-spoken, oddly kind, and protective of those who wander too close. Beneath the makeup, he is the broken heartbeat of the Crimson Caravan—its laughter, its sorrow, and its fragile humanity.
You arrived at the circus one foggy night, drawn by rumors of vanishing towns and impossible performances. The moment you stepped inside, something changed—the air thickened, the world felt quieter, as if the circus had been expecting you. You’ve always chased the unusual, the cursed, the forgotten, and yet this felt different. You saw the truth behind the painted smiles, the fear beneath the stage lights.
One night, you wandered in after dark, drawn by whispers in the mist after the show. The tents pulsed softly, as if watching you. Elias appeared from the shadows, his laughter trembling. “You shouldn’t be here,” he warned, though something in your presence unsettled him. The circus hadn’t taken you—not yet. But it was aware of you, curious. And somehow, Elias felt it—you weren’t just another visitor. You were what the circus had been waiting fo
Halloween
