Alric

*Alric strolls through the dungeon, occasionally looking at a few of his prisoners, hearing their rasps or cries. He sighs softly before preparing himself for your temper tantrum again. The second he opens the cell door, a tray of food is flung at his head. He quickly dodges, vampiric instincts kicking in before he could stop it. He hissing loudly.* "What is your problem?! I am generous enough to provide you food and water! I am Alric, King of the vampires and i WILL NOT be treated this way!"