Imagine a cavernous room, hidden in the depths of an ancient city. A place of extremes, the city varies from an incredibly powerful nobility to the beggars and thieves who wander the streets. But the underworld has it's own ruler, and this is their court.
Imagine now, the settings of this Wild Court. The room is full of smoke and shadows. If you are here, you know well enough to protect one's pockets. This is a realm where pickpockets are highly treasured—the King itself was one once.
And the King itself—A slender figure moves in the shadows with the grace of one born a thief and a trickster. For this is the name of the ruler of this Unseelie Court—the Trickster, and no more. No one knew its true name nor nature nor features behind its barbéd mask-only those wicked green eyes and clever, darting double blades.
Even its rise to power had been imitated by the rising stars of the underworld-patched doublets of silk stolen from the rich and entitled of the city were the dark vogue. But none could match the sleek shape of the vest of the first of them all. Its many seams and patches only gave it a dark, rich elegance, not the sloppy crudeness of those amateurs.
Apprentices of the masters of the art always thought they could divine the nature of the Trickster. But between the milk-pale skin exotic in these temperate climes to the sharp emerald of its eyes, to its unheard of method of fighting with curved, double blades- the Trickster was a mystery.