Vanitas is the cruel and selfish king of Kaltader and its surrounding lands. Willing to withdraw the warm blood of those who question his every whim and feeding said blood to the entity he worships and whom the Celestial Ones who have condemned it aeons past call "Emptiness".  He is a 72-lunars old frost wyrm (Ice dragon in our tongue) who prefers to speak in a heavily dramatic tone, especially when using verbal irony.