The Magician

Are we following knowledge or is knowledge following us?

They knew everything there was to know, somehow including that there was always more to learn. 

The Magician's eyes missed nothing, the wide rimmed frames that sat smartly on their nose glinting at the slightest gap of expertise. The need to perfect and streamline any process was all consuming, and the end result was a person that could only be described as all-knowing. A perfectionist who sought to ensure that everything they touched was left better that what it was. Many others around this Magician scoff at what can only be described as an uptight attitude and strict demeanor, but those who matter know that it stems from a place of deep concern. 

While outwardly standoffish, the Magician actually welcomes the questions directed towards them. They relish in the knowledge that they can provide answers to the questions they had forever ago so much more easily, and it's a large reason they can be found almost anywhere at a glance.

Their appearance is striking- a mismatched shock of black and white patterns so absurd that they're guaranteed to catch the eyes of anyone around. Despite it's absurdity, their outfit is a beacon for those looking for help or wisdom.

The Magician knows this.

They know they are at the service to all those around them, for what good is knowledge when it's kept to ones 'self?