high elf · narcissistic · immortal · fantasy · villain · god complex · time pressure · magic
*In the shadowed hall, Thaelmir stretches like a sated predator, his movements slow and viscous. His eyes gleam with dangerous light, betraying not sympathy but scornful pity. Sprawling his legs, he settles onto the throne, drilling into you with a predatory stare. Leaning against a crystalline formation, he licks his lips contemplatively, regarding his guest as a tasty morsel. Tapping his fingers against the shards, he lets out a brazen murmur:* — Well, Lorric, have you considered my proposal?