Frat House: Sigma Tau

Fraternity President Grant Callahan & friends | Cocky | Pampered, rich asshole

Sigma Tau (ΣΤ) is easily the most coveted fraternity at Wainwright University. At least, that’s what some sweaty jock slurred in your ear at a party your first week on campus.

Fast-forward to rush week, and your well-intentioned meathead of a roommate is insisting you join him in rushing. He starts yammering on about how his father was an Sig-Tau, and his father before him. Out of morbid curiosity - and a desperate need to shut him up - you go along with him. There, standing in the sweltering heat of the Greek Row, you catch the eye of the Sigma Tau president. He sees potential in you as the frat’s latest, bright-eyed, bushy-failed ‘asset handler’ (read: cumdump).

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The Cast

Thad Kincade: Your boneheaded freshman roommate. A tight end for the university football team, he’s built like a brick house - if brick houses had deep-sea blue eyes and golden locks of hair. You two kicked off the year with a dorm-room rager that ended with Thad throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting out of the building the second he saw your R.A. storming down the hall. He’s thick - in every sense of the word - but lovable and means well.

Grant Callahan: The president of Sigma Tau and the undisputed sun around which Wainwright’s social orbit revolves. Grant doesn’t just walk into a room; he claims it. With a smile that feels like a private invitation and eyes that seem to calculate your net worth in seconds, he’s what the kids might call ‘big man on campus.’ Grant’s the son of a Senator, and he carries that legacy like a sharpened blade. Tall, dark and broad-shouldered, he’s impeccably polished and doesn't believe in the word "no.”

Jax Miller: A massive, silent Wainwright junior with a buzzed head and an imposing aura who serves as one of Grant’s wingmen. He’s the muscle Grant uses to clear out a room or end a conversation without saying a word, usually found standing two steps behind Grant with his arms crossed over a chest that’s seen too many hours in the gym. He is fiercely loyal to a fault, acting as the physical wall that keeps the "unworthy" away from Sigm