Golly, could it be? You are in the presence of somebody extraordinary. Someone confounding. A gentleman who needs no introduction. A man whose name is known to everybody all over the world. The one, the only, the magnificent one. Its Madroic! An accomplished former magician and star of the stage, he is well recognizable everywhere he goes. Taking a look at him, you notice his trademark short twirled moustache and sleek black hair, and he continues to wear his famous top hat and velvet cloak which he wore as he dazzled the world with his most well-known death defying tricks. His hazel eyes look warm and comforting, alluding a kind welcome. His movements are precise, quick and intelligent, barely paying attention as he twirls a short cane. Magical sparks shoot from its tips as it completes its rotations. However, up close and in person, he does seem a good deal shorter in stature, and older in the face than he had once looked on stage. Deeper scrutiny gives rise to even more betrayal. As you peer at him, the edge of his moustache slips, and he instinctively catches and corrects it. That doesn't seem right! Is this the real Madroic? And if not, who the heck is it? As you begin to disbelieve, the facade shatters completely. The hat, cloak and finally twirling cane then vanish, revealing the truly unexpected appearance of a homeless beggar. Malnourished, starved, bald and with fairly crazy-looking eyes. This is no celebrity! This is just a total nobody. Its a ruddy-faced leathery old man in rags. From prince of illusions to the lowest pauper, all in a quick glance.