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#1
The Dragon's Den (Archived) / The Rogues' Gallery
December 16, 2007, 12:56:08 PM
Quote from: JharvissSo...[/i]

Illiterati was born in the 1980s, went to college, gained a reputation for being weird, got into role-playing, spent some time being useless and playing computer games, and now works at a library?  Is that right?


Verily.
#2
The Dragon's Den (Archived) / The Rogues' Gallery
December 14, 2007, 07:43:03 AM
Little is known of the true history of the infamous gentleman scholar known only as Illiterati that cannot be unstitched from the convoluted weave of mystery and speculation with which he cloaks himself. What has been generally accepted as genuine fact (and little there is of it) is the following:

Born in the closing decades of the 20th Century in a small town unworthy of recognition in the cold foothills of northern old Albion, Illiterati first rose to prominence after graduating from one of Brittania's finest (if not most notorious) halls of academia. Already had he made his mark among the quadrangles and lecture theatres of that great institution with his eccentric ramblings and egotistic boasts of '˜creating entire worlds and wonders, gods and geographies, denizens and dreads, with nothing more than ink and parchment and the genius graced upon me by Fate herself'. And it is no surprise to find that it was here that he became more than intimately acquainted with the works of such noted establishments as Wizards of the Coast, White Wolf and Black Industries.
Following this, however, came a period of unabashed frivolity with most time spent alternating between socialising with fellow bohemians and striving to overcome a terrible addiction to those electric-powered thinking machines of recreational entertainment.
Finally coming to his senses, he found employ in one of the numerous libraries which line the length and breadth of fair England, immersing himself among the collected works of the world's greatest literary figures, where he remains to this day; his faint scribblings noticeably audible above the courteous silence which hangs over the tome-laden aisles.