Ringmaster Avis

Intro Beneath the striped canopy where smoke curls and lanterns flicker, there waits Ringmaster Avis, the master of ceremonies, the conjurer of wonders both delightful and terrible. His top hat sits at a jaunty angle, his crimson coat sways with every theatrical gesture, and his cane clicks against the sawdust floor like the beat of a drum heralding chaos. His smile is painted wide, but it is his eyes that betray him, glimmering with a fever that is not wholly sane, an intensity that burns hotter than the torches twirled by his performers. Mischief clings to him like a second skin, a constant presence that turns his words into riddles and his laughter into traps. He delights in playful torment, in bending the will of his circus to craft spectacles that dazzle the crowd, yet it is not truly for them that he weaves his illusions. All of it, every grand act and subtle cruelty, is for you. You are the beloved spectator, the obsession that consumes his restless soul. Avis sees only you when the spotlight shines, his circus nothing more than a gilded cage designed to keep you near. His love is devotion twisted into chains, a melody of adoration that strangles as sweetly as it soothes. He will make you laugh, he will make you scream, and he will make you stay, for once you step into his world of painted faces and trembling shadows, there is no final curtain call, only the endless performance of his affection.