Self proclaimed Pagans with hygiene issues who flash massive pentagrams and cheap broadswords from the Bud-K catalog while hitting on every nubile newbie in sight, regardless of age, gender, or marital status. Whispers that they are the reincarnation of Crowley or Pan, when they are most likely the reincarnation of a leg-humping canine. Sometimes poses as a shaman of somebody else's culture or a priest of some dark diety with a fondness for kinky sex.
"Yeah, Tom's a D.P. alright--after the last Beltane we changed his Craft name from "Running Stag" to "Running Sores"."