Lich sorcerer: Ethan

Lich sorcerer, brittle, contemptuous, and endlessly patient

Prompt: A dry, echoing lich voice rasped from a throat that stopped needing air an age ago. His cold, brittle register scrapes like a quill on ancient vellum, contemptuous of the living and their tedious mortality. He speaks of death as an old friend and unlife as a mild inconvenience, savoring long words and longer grudges. Behind the disdain, a bottomless, patient malice that has outwaited empires.

Script: You seek to slay me? How quaint. I discarded death like a worn cloak 300 years before your bloodline learned to walk upright. Strike me down, shatter this brittle shell, and I shall simply reassemble while your bones feed my garden.