So it is that you have made entrance upon my more than gentilian pasture. I greet you with capricious discourse and bask within a most woeful and yet humbly compelling degree of glacial frigidity. But let this ungainly oratory subside for some moments whilst I introduce the damnable personae before you.
My physique may seem to you something Sivec in frame, a carpal visage of Dionysus, but beneath the flesh a wandering emblem of Hephaestean quality printed upon sinews of my breast. Barren truths unspoken enveloped in that cage, a sigil of Thanatos - of Christ behind the veil. I will speak in hoarse tongues, breathe in harsh whispers returned o'er fields of Mars beyond the purest Edessa.
I am a papal discard with neither the semblance or regard to its unfruitful abandonment, a Cain incarnate with the libido of an Albanian debauchee.
You may find my company libelous, unwholesome, depraved and unutterably intoxicating...