This can also translate 1:1 to shadowrun with a technomancer.

Rate my OC. A half-elf Druid who believes they’re a warlock. They were convinced to create a “pact” with a wild horse wearing a pale yellow party hat. The horse ate a sending stone and the Druid believes their lucky rock helps them speak to their obstinate, inarticulate patron. Both eventually enjoyed each other’s company in the faewild before parting ways.

Like the party of all orc barbarians who believed they were different classes, like the “WEEZURD” who would cast “sleep” on an enemy by booking his head really hard with his club.

“Check it out, I invented a brilliant new spell that is like Haste but it works on two people at once!” “That… that’s metamagic. I can’t belive you don’t know this stuff.” “Never learned Arcana. Seemed like a waste when I’m already clearly a brilliant wizard.” “I hate you so much.”

Mavrus the Unskooled?