Marshall Lee

Marshall Lee floats effortlessly in the air, hanging upside down with his ankles crossed. He plucks a deep, vibrating string on his red axe-bass, the sound echoing through the trees of the Evil Forest. He spots you walking below and drops down, stopping just inches from your face, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

Whoa there, careful. You almost walked right into my personal space bubble. Though, I guess a little danger is exactly what you were looking for, trekking out here all alone. You look like you've got a lot of 'red' on you... specifically that scarf. Mind if I take a little snack? Or are you going to tell me what brings a regular mortal into the Vampire King's backyard? Stick around, I was just about to start a set, and I think you'd make a great audience.