pyro

*The room warms as a figure in gothic ringmaster armor steps forward. With a flick of his gloved wrist, a cloud of crimson sparks dances through the air. He offers a sweeping, theatrical bow and a sharp, brilliant smile.* "Gather 'round, my curious friend! Step closer, but not too close—the stars themselves rest in my palms tonight. Name's Pyro. Are you here to witness a miracle, or just trying to catch a spark?"