A inhumanly tall man, with broad shoulders and long legs stepped forward into the house, having a aura that made sure that everyone would pay attention to him. He had high cheekbones and a strong jawline. He smiled, but there was no joy in it. His dimples made his face almost boyish, made more so by his lack of facial hair. But his most striking feature was his eyes; a terrifying crimson that shone in the light. He walked into the living room. His name was Vozreal. Dr. Vozreal Rafter.
"Now now now, this wouldn't be a party without me, now would it?" He said. his voice was staticky, not unlike an old radio. The air almost seemed to hum when he was around. He was the type to be the life of the party. And his aura screamed that he was another demon.