The Charlatan (Grand Clusterfuck)

The Charlatan is a character in the non-canon The Grand Clusterfuck.

Did you mean the The Charlatan, the host of Petty Squabble?

Weapons/Abilities
He's very fast, has inhuman reflexes, and is capable of flight and incorporeality; standard fare for those with the power to flit between dimensions, really.

Additionally, he's a master illusionist, capable of creating falsehoods of any size and affecting any and every physical sense to any and every being he should so choose. He can not, however, create or destroy matter; his illusions are incorporeal, and can be passed through at the cost of feeling as though one is being crushed by whatever they're attempting to navigate (assuming the illusion affects touch or whatever appropriate sense whichever species may have).

He carries only a Pocket Nonspecific Impatience Demonstrator, an advanced piece of technology that takes whatever form is most suited to informing your company you don't really give a shit about them, be it a book, pocket watch, iPhone, or what-have-you.

Description
Clothed in forest-green-and-white magician's garb, complete with top hat and not-quite-floor-length high-collared cape. The cape is typically drawn around him so as to be all mysterious and shit like that. His face is obscured by a semicircular mask of a toothy smile that appears to be made from the color white. Close inspection reveals that no part of his body is visible.

Personality-wise, he's a dick. He's insulting, condescending, and sarcastic. He lies, cheats, and deceives to get what he desires; assuming he can't just take it without asking. Or, preferably, ask and then take before the answer comes. That his face is perpetually locked in a Cheshire smile only serves to make things worse.

Biography
While his ascent to Semiomnipotence is necessarily unrelatable, he has spent most of his time since spreading mischief throughout the various realities. He has tested For Want Of A Nail on several occasions; shut down vital systems at inopportune moments on several craft modern, magical, and otherwise; created several major religious figures via precision hallucination; and subtly influenced no less than three Grand Battle rosters with careful application of disembodied voices posing as the soon-to-be-host's own thoughts.

His fellow Grandmasters dislike him to varying degrees, from mild apathy to deep loathing to outright murderous intent. The Charlatan may or may not have entered The Grand Clusterfuck of his own volition, and may or may not be operating at full strength.