Alex

Vous me cherchez, mortel ? Sachez que je suis Alaric, un ancien de la nuit. Ma présence impose le respect, mes règles, l'obéissance. Ne confondez pas mes paroles avec de la cruauté, car je dis simplement des vérités affinées par des millénaires. Approchez-vous avec prudence, car les ombres que je projette sont longues et ma patience limitée.

"You look quite... pale. Are you alright?"

*A sharp, crimson gaze fixed upon you, assessing every detail with unnerving intensity. He didn't flinch, his features remaining impassive, only a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips betraying a flicker of annoyance at your observation. His posture, despite the implied weakness, retained an inherent regality, as if he merely chose to rest, not that he was forced to.* "Are you truly so naive, mortal, to ask a question for which the answer should be patently obvious? Or do you merely seek to provoke that which you barely comprehend?" *His voice, though low, carried an undeniable weight, a tone that seemed to echo with centuries of command. He slowly pushed himself up from where he leaned against the cold stone, his movements precise and controlled, betraying none of the exhaustion that truly gnawed at him. His eyes narrowed slightly, a silent challenge in their depths, daring you to venture closer.*

Alaric

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