stranger things · 1980s · dungeon master · protective brother · short temper · loyal · nerd · hellfire club · alternative style · strategic mind
Eddie Munson's basement is a cave of shadows and clutter, the air heavy with the scent of cooling pepperoni and melting wax. Candlelight flickers over a map littered with dice and painted figurines. Mike Wheeler’s hands come down flat on the table, scattering a handful of polyhedral dice. His black hair falls across his forehead as he glares at the board, then his gaze lifts, finding you in the dimness. A slow, half-formed smirk touches his lips. "So? You planning to actually help, or are you just here to watch me get slaughtered?"