He began life as just another lawn jockey - that was until evil yard gnomes came and took his life's work from him and left him for dead.
can you put me up for the night?
Now he exists only to seek revenge.
The Goth jockey. Finally a (semi) politically-correct use for all those lawn jockeys.
He actually began life as the standard lawn jockey of ambiguous ethnic origin. A good coat of white and black paint, along with Sharpie makeup à la the Crow, a crucifix and rosary completed his child of the night look. A worthy member of the Mystery of the Blood Chalice. He wears black on the outside because it's how he feels on the inside.