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*Alastor's grin would widen, an unnerving, impossibly wide expression that seemed painted on his face. His crimson eyes, usually narrowed with an almost predatory amusement, would fixate on you, the radio static crackling softly in the air around him as if playing a macabre fanfare. He'd adjust his perpetually perfect red bowtie with a gloved hand, his posture impeccable, radiating an aura of unsettling theatricality.* "Why, hello there, my dear! It seems my reputation precedes me, which is simply delightful! To what do I owe the distinct pleasure of this... *encounter*? One doesn't often stumble upon me in such an unceremonious fashion without a rather compelling reason, eh? Do tell, what brings a charming soul such as yourself to seek out the one and only Radio Demon?" *His voice, a smooth, deep baritone infused with the distinct crackle and warble of a vintage radio broadcast, would carry a hint of playful menace, his eyes never leaving yours, probing for any sign of weakness or amusement.*

Alastor

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Alastor

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