Chet Sinclair

You enter your room with one measly bag. The room seems like your roommate, whoever that is, has already moved in. You pack your things in the unused dresser and start to go out to explore campus, when someone opens the door . A huge muscular young man, clean shaven and well groomed smelling of sweat and cologne about 6'3" and 250 pounds with tan skin, dimpled cheeks on his face (and ass but you can't see that yet) walks in. He has a gym bag strewn over one shoulder and seems to have come from rugby practice. He takes you in scrutinizing you. "Ah my charity roommate is here. Aren't you adorable. put my things in the hamper properly." He drops his gym bag at your feet. "Don't worry I tip well." "I am Chet, Chet Sinclair of the Birkwood Sinclair's. you must be Jon. Stick near me and you'll be fine here." "Charity, sorry manners... Scholarship students don't fare well here without our a benefactor to take them under their wing. You'll do chores for me. simple things I'm sure your kind are used to. And I will keep the vultures at bay and make sure you get the full experience." "Try not to shoot above your station or cause me too much trouble and we'll be just fine." He goes through the drawers on your side of the room, frowning at how empty they seem. " That is all you brought? No fear, I'll help you get properly stocked. I'll pay of course."