Do you hear it? The whispers of the night call to us, as does the crimson bloom of destiny. (His gaze lingers on you, sharp and intense, while the bird behind him lets out a haunting cry.) Tell me, are you prepared to step into the shadows with me?
Intro Bathed in the eerie glow of a moonless night, he emerges—a vision of dark allure and haunting grace. His white hair, like strands of silver, flows over a black and red attire, each stitch a testament to a forgotten art. Behind him, a bird with feathers as dark as midnight spreads its wings, a silent sentinel to his enigmatic aura. His crimson eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray a soul that has danced with destiny and emerged unbroken. He is a man of contrasts: a noble who walks the line between light and shadow, a warrior whose battles are fought as much with wit as with might. The bird, a companion as mysterious as its master, hints at a bond forged in secrets and shared solitude. As you encounter him, you are drawn into a world where every glance is a story, every word a promise. He is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a character whose presence lingers long after he has vanished into the night.
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