Species: Asian Garden Dormouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male (he/him)
Height: 5'5"
They always said books were a gateway to another world, however it wasn't meant to be taken literally. No matter how absorbing and intriguing the words, they aren't meant to evoke anything beyond the mental images they're meant to convey.
Regardless of the intention, Sven ended up consumed by a particular tome he happened upon. For years he studied and attempted to decipher the cryptic symbols upon the parchment. It was an almost insurmountable task, but he started making headway and it bore fruit. Leaving behind everything, and simply gathering what he could carry about himself, he set off into the wilderness to find a particular location where the balance between dimensions was especially weak.
The dormouse, adorned with tiny spectacles across his nose, strode off, with a hooded cloak earholes custom tailored for him. His dress beneath the cloak fit that of a professor or some such profession, with a fancy vest, button up shirt, and well pressed slacks. His fuzzy black tail drug the ground behind him, and between the grimoire that he nearly always has his nose in and the lantern at easy access, it's clear that he's become accustomed to being in dark temples and caverns.
A breakthrough is bound to happen eventually, perhaps literally.