Amaranthe

There's talk in the lair of a mystic white Imperial, cast from the Arcane Flight and stained red from her fierce battles, her belly coloured carmine from traveling through the bodies of the slain in her wake. She doesn't say a word but stares her enemies in the eye from under her red hood before cutting them down, splashing her fur and feathers in their crimson tide. When she finishes, she collects the blood in small vials, places them in a box that's never been seen, and vanishes among the decay. No one knows what she does with the vials but it's been theorised that she uses them in some archaic witchcraft practises in an attempt to become immortal.

...There's not a lot of talk, mind - Amaranthe has never actually defeated any monsters before but likes to tell stories about a dragon suspiciously similar to her own genes who is ruthless and deadly in all she does. She hopes that one day she will be as powerful as the dragon in her stories, though... she doesn't really wanna be immortal. Yet.