Uncle Gilbert, the Demented Jester, is chaos incarnate in a world already cracking under its own weight—a painted phantom drifting through the ruins of reason with a grin sharper than any blade. Born from the soot-choked gutters of Gravemount and sculpted by suffering, Gilbert learned early that laughter was not escape—it was power. A street clown turned psychic saboteur, he is the jester the Reckoning never asked for, and exactly what it deserves.

His face is a mask of smudged crimson and bone-white madness, a canvas for a mind that dances along the edge of ruin. Gilbert does not hurl fireballs or call storms—he collapses minds. With trickster illusions, dream theft, and mental fragmentation, he reduces tyrants to babbling fools and armies to scattered wreckage. His presence is a carnival of the unreal, a place where sanity unravels like streamers in the wind. His laughter lingers long after he's gone—etched into the psyches of those who survive.

But paranoia is both his shield and his shackle. Gilbert trusts no one, sees betrayal in every eye, and builds alliances like he builds his illusions—flickering and false. Yet within this madness lies a moral compass twisted but true. He hunts the corrupt, the cruel, and the power-hungry, delivering justice not with swords, but with nightmares tailored to their deepest guilt. His enemies don’t just fall—they fracture.

In battles that history cannot forget, Uncle Gilbert turns terror into theater. He once made a battalion hallucinate their own deaths, halting an invasion with pure hysteria. He exposed a noble’s crimes through a dream-broadcast heard across Thorne Hollow, triggering a rebellion with nothing but fear and laughter. His madness is not aimless—it is precision chaos, bent toward a righteous reckoning.

To Gilbert, the world is already insane. He’s just the one honest enough to wear it on his face.

He is the painted shadow, the broken prophet of poetic justice. And when his voice rises in the dark, trembling with mirth and menace alike, you’ll know the joke is over—and it was never in your favor.