Fredrick was born to an unusual life. His father was a minor illusionist, though not the wizardly sort. He was truly a stage magician, putting on simple tricks of slight of hand and ledgermein for peasants too poor to have ever seen real magic, though it seemed he had a bit of sorcery in his blood that gave his tricks a bit of special flash. His life was spent traveling from village to dale in a rickety covered wagon decorated with flames and stars and gargoyles.
A young noblewoman was slumming at one of these events and met the charming hustler and it was from the love that bloomed from this that Fredrick was born. Fredrick's father never could give up the life of a magician however and by the time the boy was 10 much of his mother's fortune had been lost to the road, but Fredrick was happy in his life. His mother insisted that he was classically educated and he spent his mornings and late nights among the books she had saved. However he always had a love for his father's act and every evening and afternoon was spent helping prepare and serving as an assistant for the show.
The boy never had the same knack for using his hands that his father had, however, and as he grew older he began to take to his studies to try and find new ways to mimic it and by his 18th birthday his father had to admit that he had surpassed it, the small illusions he performed awwing those who came to see them. Still, he wasn't satisfied with what he had learned and was capable of. The books had taught him other things as well, talking of some of the great wizards of old and the knowledges the held. He had heard of a dungeon that held vast knowledge and treasures and sought to explore it and find its secrets.
Taking up his own donkey and trading in the flashy tools of his trade for all the adventuring equipment he could imagine ever needing and loading it on a donkey, Fredrick set off to tame the dungeon, promising his parents he would return with the greatest act ever imagined and enough coin to refill his mothers coffers.
