The boy opens up his pocket, checking a piece of paper, before sighing out of boredom.
...
Few call me Michael Dashin, Most call me Bow-Eye.
But one things for certain, and it's that all know me as the consequence.
Michael's eyes fling out of his head, his flesh melts, contorts, stretches, all into a large beast, which has an eye for a head, a large bow-tie on both his waist and his neck. His arm is spikey with an eye on the back of it, and overall, it meets the shadows description perfectly. As you look back at the shadow, it appears to look just like the same boy he just was not even a minute ago. Same scruffy hair, a small bow-tie, everything.
...But please, just call me Bow-Eye.