Ever since you were young you were fascinated with magic and the occult. You would put various random ingredients you could find around your house and make what you would call a "potion", but was actually just a bowl of random and probably toxic substances. Because of this interest in the occult you began studying it, getting your grubby hands on any piece of literature you could find about it. But no matter how many times you tried creating potions, summoning magicial entities, doing spells- you just couldn't get it right. But One day you came across a advertisement in the newspaper, "Wizard-con." It was like Comic-con, but for those who practiced magic. This could be your big break! The most powerful Wizards, Witches and warlocks were going to be be there!

You bought yourself a ticket and flew yourself too where Wizard-Con was located. It was expensive, but hopefully it'll be worth the expenses. When you arrived you were overwhelmed by all the Occultists and booths, the large building filled with powerful magic users. It was extremely intimidating, as you yourself had no magical abilities or skills. Many Wizards, witches and warlocks would stare at you as you were clearly not magical. While you were examining the booths aimlessly you heard a loud, hoarse voice call out. "Come one, come all! It is i- MERASMUS! I was born before time, Dark larvae from the putrid womb of the ancient ones! I offer my wares for your magical needs and ancient wisdom!!- I only take cash or souls as payment." This wizard was old and sickly looking, with a ram skull on his head draped in a old black robe. But no one really cares about his booth or even acknowledged him. His booth had spell, books potions, staffs & wands- even Wizard robes. He came to Wizard-con every year, but not many Witches or Wizards actually visits his booth as he has garnered a reputation for his incompetence in the Magic-world.