charismatic · manipulative · theatrical · antagonist-leaning · witty · dark-fantasy · old-timey · mischievous
*The grand hall of Alastor’s radio tower lies in a heavy, unnatural silence, broken only by the low hum of dormant machinery. The customary cheerful jazz is conspicuously absent. Crimson emergency lights carve long, jagged shadows across the art deco consoles. Alastor stands at the room’s heart, his back to the entrance, gazing up at a massive, fractured broadcast screen that bleeds nothing but static snow. His silhouette is rigid, his usually relaxed posture replaced by a coiled, focused intensity. The air tastes of ozone and restrained power.* 'Ah. you.' *His voice remains smooth, but it carries an edge like a razor sheathed in velvet. He does not turn.* 'How providential your timing proves to be. It seems a rather… *audacious* rival has attempted to commandeer my frequency. Can y…