jester

[attr="class","groupidol"]hunter

[attr="class","titeidol"]personality

[attr="class","titeidol"]traits

[attr="class","aboutmeidol"]

as long as jester can remember, she and her brothers had been causing trouble. never knowing their mother, they were raised by their greedy father of a muk who would often take advantage of their ghost typing in order to have them swipe wares from travelling merchants and purses from residents of the dingy little town they inhabited near the entrance to the valley of tabeau. it was a pretty rough place corrupted by crime in which 'survival of the fittest' was the only law, yet despite this ruthless environment there was always a little seed of doubt planted in jester's heart. was this really all she was made for? stealing coins from her neighbours and beating other pokémon before they beat her?

she started hesitating. she would growl at her brothers whenever they tried to harass any of the susceptible passersby, tug them away from any merchant stalls she caught them eyeing up, take the vicious scoldings she received from her father with apathetic indifference. she lived like this for a majority of her life before one day they were instructed to travel into the valley and find travellers to ambush - it was always those type that were carrying the most valuables!

so she'd reluctantly tagged along, less enthusiastic than her brothers as she stood in the shadows along the ridge, arms folded and broodingly staring down at the path in wait for their first victim. what she hadn't been expecting her one good eye to fall upon was a young little fomantis tottering through the plains, eyes bright and innocently oblivious to the danger lurking just a few steps away. he was a kid. her heart ached in that moment, although she didn't get a chance to react before her brothers lunged.

they shoved at the little grass type, sneering and growling as they demanded him hand over his belongings, the poor little thing's pink eyes wide in terror as he frantically clung to his sack and shook his head. he didn't speak. was he mute? something flared in jester, a fierce protectiveness that she hadn't felt before. and before she knew it she was standing between her brothers and this traveller, glowering and coldly ordering them to back off. needless to say, they didn't like that.

being the toughest of the trio she was able to fend them off, though not before she paid the price of a vicious slash across her shoulder and declarations that she'd be killed if she were to try and return home again. but on top of all the unexpected developments that day, the most unsuspected of all was when she felt the little creature fling itself at her legs, bracing herself swiftly in preparation to retaliate before she came to realise that... he was hugging her. and the way he looked at her with those big round glittering eyes, something warm spread through her chest. a fuzziness she hadn't felt before.

in the weeks that followed, she decided she finally had something to cling to. she would defend this little ray of sunshine of a fomantis with her life, who came to introduce himself as fiorello through a crudely scribbled little card which he'd produced from his bag. he'd conveyed to her that he was looking to travel to the guild, and with her interest piqued, she chose to accompany him. despite her wary reception from the locals she persevered to register under the hunter's guild alongside fio in the same team, and there she has remained since.

[attr="class","glanceidol"]full name unknown

[attr="class","glanceidol"]goes by jester

[attr="class","glanceidol"]female

[attr="class","glanceidol"]banette

[attr="class","glanceidol"]level 15

[attr="class","glanceidol"]late 20s

[attr="class","glanceidol"]naughty

[attr="class","glanceidol"]thoroughly cunning

[attr="class","glanceidol"]insomnia

[attr="class","glanceidol"]played by silvali