Whisper

A sense of timelessness and otherworldly power emanates around the undead humanoid, despite its corpse-like figure.
The pieces of cloth it wears do little to hide the truth of its expired form, held together by malice and magic in equal parts.
It gazes out from beneath the hood, his eye sockets gleaming with malevolent intelligence, its ghastly features calm, even patient.

"I've been alive a bit longer than you. And dead a lot longer than you..."