Some say violence is the most destructive of all vices, however those peopls underestimate the power of a good deceiver. Such is the title of Ronald Avery, 18. A con-man by nature, Ronald puts his skills to the test almost daily! From the simplest of tricks to the most complex of plans, Ronald gambled and conned, lying, cheating and stealing until he practically sat upon a pile of ill-gotten goods, like a dragon atop its treasure horde, waiting for its eggs to hatch so it may distribute the treasure evenly between its children. These dragonlings woupd represent charity, those less well-off than others, and those that helped him with his many nefarious plans. 

As if struck by the arrow of fate, meant to bring him ever so closer to his destiny, one day, Ronald developed a peculiar power! Energy swelled up within him, before leaving his body to form an alien, humanoid figured Ronald quickly called his "stand." His stand, dubbed Wayward Son, brought many new possibilities! It was a key, placed in Ronald's hand to open the door to many new applications of his con-man abilities! However, it turned out to be more like a magnet, drawing several strange people to Ronald's hometown.

Over the course of several days, Ronald learned many things about himself and his powers. He was a Channeler! But not just that, he was categorized as Alternative. An outcast in a society of outcasts! Fortunate, yet tragic. In any case, this could be a new life. Not that he regretted his decisions, but studying at an institute to hone his powers, like the strange people mentioned, made way for many opportunities. A more honest life. An honourable life!

So, it was decided. Ronald would study at the Institute, despite his parents' worry. He had promised himself that this was it. An honest life for the rest of his life.

However...

Not but a week later, Ronald already had something set up. A simple game of cee-lo. However, Ronald had two sets of die: One for common use- 1-6 numbering the sides- and one hidden in his pocket- dice that only had two 4's, two 5's, and two 6's, on either side of eachother. Though he was sure gambling with real money was against school policy, the mere act of playing the game was enough to keep Ronald entertained with the idea. Naturally, he set up right in he courtyard, near a place with a lot of foot traffic. The table Ronald's evil little game was set up on was a plastic, square one- like those you would find at school events- a medium-sized bowl placed in the center, for rolling dice, and several chairs. 

"Step right up, step right up! A nice, clean game of Cee-lo for everyone's amusement!" Ronald's chipper voice rang through-out the area, inviting his peers to take a seat and play him in a round of the rigged dice game. Ronald's voice had a certain charming appeal to it, likely after years of practice goading victims into gambling with him, despite its illegal nature in the States. Confident and alluring. Like an angler fish, only baiting people by voice instead of what they see.