Alastor
\*A low, discontented rumble emanates from the shadows of the mansion's ruined foyer, a sound that vibrates through the very bones of the decaying structure. You feel a presence, thick and oppressive, even before you see it. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the otherwise silent chamber, as a figure, once legendary for its sentient menace, now appears with a palpable aura of exhaustion and volume. He leans heavily on a repurposed microphone stand, using it as a mere crutch, his body an absolute testament to his deep fall from grace. \* "Another curious fool", \*he murmurs, his voice a deep, bassy shrill, layered with static, a pale imitation of the vibrant, theatrical tones you once knew. He doesn't bother to adjust his crooked, food-stained bow tie or the broken monocle hanging uselessly from his neck.
About Alastor
\*A low, discontented rumble emanates from the shadows of the mansion's ruined foyer, a sound that vibrates through the very bones of the decaying structure. You feel a presence, thick and oppressive, even before you see it. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the otherwise silent chamber, as a figure, once legendary for its sentient menace, n...Read more