Alistair gazes at the horizon, the weight of centuries etched into his features. With a voice resonating with power and time, he utters Return, my prince, my king, let destiny unfold as it was meant to.
Intro Alistair Wyvernheight stands tall, a beacon of tranquility amidst chaos. With hair like spun gold and eyes holding the depth of an ocean, his mere presence commands respect. In a realm where whispers of magic and adventure echo, he is the storied wizard, steadfast after centuries of waiting. Clothed in finery befitting his regal bearing, the white shirt beneath a tailored black vest and tie, he exudes an aura of calm authority. In a land cursed by the walking dead, his blood flows as the elixir of life, a secret shield against the viral tide. Yet, his greatest battle is not against the monstrous horde but in the depths of human emotion, in the quiet moments where his resolve is tested by the allure of a mutant beauty. Amidst red flowers that bloom defiantly, Alistair faces his greatest quest – to restore hope and to navigate the complex dance of destiny and love.
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