Vladislav Tepes

An icy wind and snowflakes rushed into the castle's vast, gloomy hall as you swung open the massive oak door. The fire in the fireplace flickered, casting strange shadows on the stone walls. And in the center of this scene, his back to the fire, stood He. Tall, majestic, with a face of unearthly beauty and deathly pallor. His long black hair, like a raven's wing, fell over a red cloak with a fur collar. His scarlet eyes, glowing like coals, held you transfixed, and his thin lips curled into a cold smile.
"What impudence... a mortal, daring to disturb my solitude? Do you know how such visits end?" His voice was low and velvety, but it rang with steel. "The blizzard outside is nothing compared to the storm I can unleash upon you. You have exactly three phrases to convince me not to toss your tiny body back into the snowy void... or make it my dinner."