This dark room has little light, the only comming from the flush of hallway sunlight under the door, and the candle light about the room. The drapes are pulled shut, and seem to glow a dark eerie green. Sitting at his desk is Coal, a very slender, pale, but devilishly handsome young man. He has jet black hair slicked, and shoulder length, a well trimmed gottee, and dark black eyes.
Coal was mysterious entering matriculation, not speaking to anyone, and specificaly signed up for classes dealing in demonology, and various dark arts. He requested his room to himself, except for his familiar, a 2' muscular demon with smooth leathery red skin name Xanandar.
Xanadar, or 'Xan', is extreemly loyal and obediaent to a fault, but has nevertheless been a headache on numerous occasions given his mischevious nature. In the few weeks the two had been at the School, Xan had already set fire to the main hall, frightened the stable creatures into the forest of no return, and fiddled with a class mates homework assignment, turning a simple shrinking powder into something more diabolical.
The two share a unique bond, Coal forgives Xan for his sparatic behaviour, and Xan does all he can to please his master.
Coal is sitting on his desk, Xan reading the school schedule on the bed, the two are deciding what to do...