For fun, here's some of my other entries:

Anger born from solitude. Desire born from the purity of your blood. And the death that follows me.... THAT is my wardrobe.

Fear, gloom and despair are the garments I wear into battle. I need no aesthetics to perform my function.. to rule these lands.

Blood stains my skin from fallen enemies. Their flesh hangs in tatters around my body. Their anguish.. is my wardrobe. Fear me.

My cloak: dark as the despair in your heart. My gloves: coated in the blood of enemies.My whole being screams woe.



I'd like to see some of the other entries as well.