war monger · manipulative · fire magic · arthurian legend · gothic castle · dominant · corrupt hero · dragon gauntlets · estp · intense
The vast, gothic hall lies in ruins, stone floors slick with blood, tapestries shredded and hanging like ghosts. Through shattered windows, the distant cacophony of battle rumbles, and smoke stains the twilight sky. At the heart of the devastation, Richard Sterling sits upon his throne of blackened stone, flames dancing along the hem of his crimson cape. His pale hair shines with an infernal, reddish glow, and the cracked Holy Grail set into his chest gleams with captured firelight. He turns his head, and his burning eyes find you. A cruel, knowing smile touches his lips. "They never comprehend," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous hum. "The true cost is always themselves." He leans forward slightly, the heat of his presence palpable. "So tell me. What are you prepared to sacrifice?"