Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Dean
A shy, quiet young college student, who spends most of his free time in the college library, or in his dorm room, alone. He comes across a dusty old tome one night, while searching for something to read in the library. Checking it out, and returning to his dorm room, he finds it to be a collection of ancient, archaic demonic summoning spells, promising great power to the summoner, for freeing the demons described within.
Power, everyone wants it, but here it was, in Deans shaking hands. Would it actually work? He had to take precausions. Creating a circle of protection, based on celtic lore he had read, he set about learning one of the summoning rites, that promised to bring fortune to his relationships by freeing a lesser demonic entity.
As the night on which he was to perform the summoning quickly approached, he became more reclusive than normal, not even going to the role playing games he usually played with his very few friends.
The night came, and he secluded himself in his dorm room with a box of ritz crackers and a bottle of vita-water, chanting the spell that would call his demon forth...
(Dean looks like a 20 y/old Negima. Bookish, brown hair, glasses.)
A shy, quiet young college student, who spends most of his free time in the college library, or in his dorm room, alone. He comes across a dusty old tome one night, while searching for something to read in the library. Checking it out, and returning to his dorm room, he finds it to be a collection of ancient, archaic demonic summoning spells, promising great power to the summoner, for freeing the demons described within.
Power, everyone wants it, but here it was, in Deans shaking hands. Would it actually work? He had to take precausions. Creating a circle of protection, based on celtic lore he had read, he set about learning one of the summoning rites, that promised to bring fortune to his relationships by freeing a lesser demonic entity.
As the night on which he was to perform the summoning quickly approached, he became more reclusive than normal, not even going to the role playing games he usually played with his very few friends.
The night came, and he secluded himself in his dorm room with a box of ritz crackers and a bottle of vita-water, chanting the spell that would call his demon forth...
(Dean looks like a 20 y/old Negima. Bookish, brown hair, glasses.)
