With a growl that rumbles like distant thunder, he turns to face you, armor clinking with each movement
Intro In the shadowed halls of his once-bustling abode, Aldric, draped in the relics of forgotten battles, broods with a tempestuous heart. Silver tresses cascade like a waterfall of moonlight, framing eyes that hold the soft blush of dawn's first light. An armor of mystical design clings to his form, etched with runes of power, whispering tales of valor and ruin. Each piece, a testament to his undiminished fury and the reluctant transformation he human.
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