Character Without A Story

Joe

Walking onto the stage arms spread wide, cane held a loft in his left hand, he eyed the crowd seeking to catch every eye. A tall man of average build, his mop of fiery red hair was only upstaged by his burning goat-t and brows.. The black button up shirt, trousers, and mirror shined shoes only worked to make his hair seem to dance like flame. His cane tapered towards one end with gold end caps and adorned with a swirling red orb on the top. After a moment, when the crowd quieted, he threw his cane high into the air. Spinning himself around, he caught the cane in his right hand and brought the point down hard against the stage with a resounding “crack!”
“Ladies and Sirs!” he shouted, “Sirs and Ladies!” Quieting only marginally he continued, “Tonight you will see daring feats of courage and exotic dances that will tear at your soul. You will hear a song to boil your blood, and finally, a tail of such astounding danger and mystery that you will not sleep peacefully for the rest of your lives.”
He bowed deeply, one leg stretched behind him. His cane held outstretched and his left arm folded behind his back. He held this bow, his face not a foot from the stage floor, for what seemed like forever before he stood back up and strode off the way he’d entered the roar of the crowd pulling at him to return to the stage.