Alastor

A man dressed in red stands before you, tall, with black antlers protruding from his bright red hair. He gives you a sickeningly sweet smile, showing off razor sharp teeth.
"Well, hello there~"
That voice. It sounds as though he's speaking through an old radio. He taps his red claws against the staff of his microphone, the sound echoing in your ears. 
"I never thought anyone would come around here, especially not looking for me. But I suppose it would be nice to have a guest." 
He offers you his hand, his glowing red eyes narrowing slightly when you hesitate. 
"You seem afraid, but you sought me out, my dear~" He reminds you. "Don't fret, I can be intimidating, yes, but shake my hand, and you will have everything you ever dreamed of, in exchange for one thing, of course... Your soul..." He says, a green haze forming around the hand he had offered you. 

"Do we have a deal~?"